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Dear Stepsons,
I know you read my blog, mostly at school, but I won’t complain at least you ARE reading and I could use the hit count. It seems my charger for my iphone has gone missing. Now I don’t want to jump to conclusions and ASSUME that one of my very sweet stepsons borrowed my iphone charger without asking and did not put it back. Assuming would be out of line….it’s just that I know you both have ipods attached to your ears at all times and your Dad wouldn’t know an iphone charger if it hit him in the head. SOOO that really leaves one of you two.
Let’s take a minute and re-visit the time not too long ago when I brought a bottle of super glue into the house to repair our KOA camping mug. The mug never ended up getting repaired because the super glue went missing and all the scissors ended up getting glued together. I don’t want to point fingers, but again the suspect list was short at two. After a failed shakedown to find the serial gluer I enacted a don’t tell…just return policy for the glue…and remember…it worked. The superglue, minus one lid (details), was returned to the cabinet no questions asked. I think I will return to that policy.
I don’t care who has my iphone charger or what the dramatic teenage story is as to how it was borrowed and not returned…just return it to my office and we can all go on with our lives…no questions asked. Returning my charger is your chance NOT to get a lecture, a family meeting, or the always painful family discussion at the dinner table.
P.S. I have started dieting so I would advise the charger be returned before a carb craving kicks in. It safest for all that way.
Love,
Your Stepmom
Rain Rain Go Away…Come Again Some Other Day
It has been POURING rain in Northern California for the last TWO WEEKS. I LOVE this weather, unfortunately my two year old son and his puppy do not. They have bravely been facing their indoor internment, and with enough Sauvignon Blanc I am surviving as well.
This was the scene today at the sliding glass door with Lucas and Benny. This picture says it all…”Hello outside I miss you!” Lucas and Benny were looking at the water soaked back yard like I look longlingly at my size 4 jeans…we will ever be together again???
I did release them into the wild only to have them both go stand ankle and paw deep in puddles of water. They both became instantly relaxed standing in mud. You just got to roll with it and love it. So is life in the fabulous Haus of Boys.
Thank You Therapy
I tease Ettore that for our second date he took me to a therapist’s office saying “I love her, but can you fix her.” I kid, I kid. However it is somewhat true. Some variation of Ravazzolo has been seeing a therapist since Ettore and I first got together, me being the one who has seen a therapist the whole time. A man I affectionately refer to on this site as Therapist Richard. He is awesome and the the reason I am the happy, non-medicated, loving, kind of calm, somewhat non-neurotic, often dramatic, grateful Stepmom, Mom, and Wife I am today…and I mean it.
I am happpy. I really do love my life with all it’s mis-steps, victories, typos, successes, laughter, and daily grind.
Ettore is always a bit shocked that I am so vocal and open about seeing a therapist. I think people are relieved.
“Thank God she is seeing SOMEONE.”
Rest easy America.
I think it puts people at ease to know that somewhere in an office tucked away a man named Richard with a degree on the wall and wearing a nice sweater is helping me navigate through my brain and life simultaneously.
I feel like I should say, “Don’t worry I have a therapist. This will all be worked out by Wednesday at 11:00 a.m. next week.”
I love it. Therapy has been good for me and it has been good for my family. We all have gone. In fact I used to walk to Richard’s office with Lucas and tell him Mommy is off to Dr. Let It Out and Get Happy. Kind of like a trip to the mental colon therapist. Colon therapy is a different kind of let it out and get happy. However both therapies do make you feel lighter on your feet.
The above photo is an example of the benefits of therapy. We are a step-family. I am the new kid on the block and I made another new kid. No matter how everyone tries to adapt and take the high road from divorce and re-marriage there is emotional fall out, confusion, anger, GUILT. It is a bag of mixed emotions and I have tried to tread lightly and do the right thing. Still, it is good to talk it all out…and out…and out…and out.
Therapy.
Yes, there we all were. Walking down the river the day after Christmas blended up like a Frappucino. Sure Reilly is in the baby’s wagon holding his Dad’s hand while Lucas is the one pulling him, and Ettore and I are so tired we can barely move, and Benny the puppy refuses to pee or poo on the walk because the river is nothing in comparsion to our persian rug, but we are…together. Harrison took the picture and if you could see the photo from the other angle you would see a smile splashed across my face.
We are doing it.
Family.
One session at a time.
You Gotta Raise Them Right
Lucas loves to dance and he loves his Auntie Lady Gaga. We dance everyday together and Lucas is VERY particular about his music He likes B-I-N-G-O, Five Little Monkeys Jumping On The Bed, and Paparazzi by Lady Gaga (obviously where my DNA takes over). Speaking of gifts from his Mother, check out Lucas eating a chocolate chip cookie while dancing.
My boy.
You’re welcome Lucas.
Keep an eye out for our faithful audience of one, the puppy Benny makes a cameo as he looks on through the mirror.
M
My Faboo TV Reel
Just spent mucho dinero and seven hours of my life updating my television reel…and IT WAS WORTH IT. I love it!! My previous television reel was in bad need of some love and I wanted to include the new Kiss The Cook video series I am doing with Ettore.
This is my 2010 gift to my self, more of what I love and I love working in television and the arts. This reel is being shipped off to QVC as they are looking for new hosts…a dream job…swoon. Plus Oprah is discontinuing her show in the next year and a half. Somebody has to let Tom Cruise jump on their couch and the kids already jump on mine so I figure what do I have to lose.
I am very proud of my work in this reel as I feel that the video is true to who I am and what I feel I represent. In the end being true to your voice is all that matters…a great job at QVC never hurt a girl though.
Any readers know anybody at QVC (or Oprah) I shamelessly ask to put a good word in for me!
QVC…Oprah…call me.
Much love,
M
Vroom Vroom….
A traffic jam…toddler style. I lived in Los Angeles for five years and I know from traffic jams! They never made me smile though, like this toddler traffic jam. Lucas loves to line all his “wheels” up. At 22 months he is already more organized than I will ever be.
M
A new take on MILF
We have all heard the term MILF. Mom I’d Like to F**k. What about stepmoms? Are hot stepmoms a SMILF? I thought of that the other and I burst out laughing at the term…SMILF. I have to admit the whole sexy Mom to teenage sons creeps me out!! I like to be attractive, just not to my stepsons and their friends. To my stepsons I would rather be a:
SMILHWD…Stepmom I’d Like to Help With The Dishes
SMILNMWDS…Stepmom I’d Like to Not Make Worry and Drive Safely
SMILSMGG…Stepmom I’d Like to Show My Good Grades
SMILIBCMORWHBA…Stepmom I’d Like to Impress By Cleaning My Own Room Without Having to Be Asked
Now that sounds exciting!
Thank You Jean Runyon
My friend just died. She was 82 and she was everybody’s friend, or I should say everybody wanted to be her friend.
The legendary Jean Runyon.
Jean was a powerful woman with a resume and charm that was envied. Accomplished actress, founder of powerful public relations firm, philanthropist, mentor, woman of the year, businesswoman on the year… and the list goes on. The City of Sacramento even named a theater after Jean, The Jean Runyon Theater.
Jean was intelligent, lovable, generous, shrewd, calculating, successful, funny, and deadly serious. Behind her “Carol Channing” funny lady was a brain and wit that could stop you in your tracks.
She owned a painting by Picasso and displayed it next to a painting by her grandson. Jean made me smile when she would shrug and with a wink say she couldn’t tell the difference between the two (often neither could her guests). They both were priceless to her. Point made.
I had the privilege to know Jean in the final years of her life. She adored my husband Ettore, and through Ettore and our good friend Eric, I got to know Jean in the last years of her life.
Despite being in her 80’s and in frail health, Jean came to see me in the play The Vagina Monologues. She didn’t mind the sirens outside the theater, the dingy seating, or my bad New Jersey accent. She laughed at my jokes, cried at the end, clapped the loudest, and took me for champagne afterwords praising everything about my performance. Jean was always encouraging me to continue in the arts and was delighted when I started this blog. Every time I went to see her she asked how my website was going.
About 6 months ago when I went to visit Jean I asked her for a piece of advice. I had contacted a cosmetics company that I liked in New York called ELF Cosmetics inquiring if they could use a mommy perspective on their cosmetics blog. ELF wrote back and said they were interested in my writing and they wanted my best writing sample, hence my dilemma. My best writing sample happened to be a humorous story about my battered vagina after childbirth and post-birth vagina surgery. Doesn’t exactly make you want to jump up and buy lipstick, or jump up at all really.
I went to Jean seeking clarity on what direction to take. Send a cosmetics company a writing sample about my “down there parts” or send them something less risque and watered down, but most likely more appropriate for a cosmetics website.
Jean was clear in her answer.
She said, “Never live in fear. Go big. Never compromise your voice…AND IF THEY DON’T LIKE YOUR VAGINA…THEN SCREW THEM! You don’t want to write for them!”
Got it. I went home and I followed Jean’s advice. I sent ELF my funny story about my beat-up, tore up from the floor up, sewed up vagina….AND THEY LOVED IT!
That post got the ball rolling. In addition to writing for ELF cosmetics, I now also write for Safeway, momversation.com, and aiminglow.com…and more to come…never once changing a word. My site continues to grow and I will always remember the words of advice Jean gave me and I took to heart…her vagina version of be true to you. It is good advice for us all, even if you never pushed out a 9lb. 11oz. baby, wrote a story about it and then sent that story to a cosmetics company in New York.
THANK YOU JEAN RUNYON, for believing in me, my vagina, my voice.
I’ll never forget you honey.
Love,
M
Quiet Time
Ettore just got these wireless headphones for when he watches television. He lovingly told me that the headphones would benefit the FAMILY because this way we won’t be disturbed by the television.
I actually think they benefit Ettore so he won’t be disturbed BY THE FAMILY when he is watching television.
I swear I am going to catch him wearing those and the T.V. won’t even be on. Ettore probably stole those headphones off a guy directing planes in at the airport.
Yes, we are that loud.
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