Just Another Way To Show My Love For Rod Stewart

Sometimes the wrong turns out just right.

I walked into the yoga studio, and after saying hello, the instructor informs me that class might be cancelled today.  Instantly, I felt a little down.  I had picked out a new place, woke up early, and drove 30 minutes to do a hot power class, and now I was being told it probably wasn’t going to happen.  I knew I should have picked a different studio!  Since I was early I decided to wait around a bit.  I searched Google to see if there were any other studios in the area.  Nothing close by.  The instructor then informed me that she was just a substitute and wasn’t even prepared to teach a hot vinyasa class.  I sunk a little bit lower, but I was still going to wait until 9 am to see if anyone else would arrive.  Just then, three more people showed up and class was back on!  I ended up practicing for free and got to take a mat home with me.  The studio was going to take a bunch of left-behind mats to Salvation Army, and the instructor offered one to me.  What a morning!  And, to top things off, an organic grocery store/deli/juice bar appeared on a map just minutes up the road!

With juice in hand and Rod Stewart’s new album, “Time”, on the stereo I was ready for the rest of my day.  With a little patience what could have been a disastrous morning took a turn for the best and put a smile on my face.

It’s only wrong when you decide it’s wrong, when you give up on making it right.



Family, It Never Stops Growing

I tried to log into WordPress today and realized that I forgot my password.  This is a sign that I need to get back into the swing of things.  Believe me, I am still smiling on a daily basis, and you should be too!

I would like to share a little something that shows you can still smile no matter what is happening in your life.  Even in dark times, there is always a light.  You just need to open yourself to it.

Recently, a family member passed away.  She was my dad’s aunt, married to my Gram’s brother, mother to five of my aunts and uncles, grandmother to a bunch.  Much of my family is like this.  I call people my aunt, uncle, cousin even if that’s not what they technically are.  Sometimes I even forget how I am related to all of these people that I love!  There are just so many of them, and every time we get together it seems like the family grows and grows.  I am very lucky to have all of these wonderful people in my life which is something I am reminded of all the time.

I called my aunt to tell her how sorry I was that she lost her mom.  I wanted to be there for her, help her in any way I could.  Throughout the conversation she ended up consoling me.  She made me smile.  We both smiled remembering her mom, my great aunt, Lorraine.

Lorraine was a very petite, under 5 feet tall, yet powerful lady.  I was always happy to talk to her at family parties.  She told it like it is and was always up for a good laugh.  You could tell she was the head of her family, the family she left so many of her traits within.  Above all, Lorraine was a caregiver, a caregiver to everyone.  I see this in all of my family members.  We will always care for each other and all the people in our lives.  Our family doesn’t just stop at Nowicki, Sava, Banks, Goldsmith, or Kelly.   It extends beyond names as we show the love Lorraine showed us to those we meet along the way.

If you have love share it.  It’s not meant to be kept a secret.

Another Birthday, Another Reason to Celebrate

Today is March 5th. It’s just a normal day for most people. Ideally, the snow is melting and the Earth is starting to peek through. Today would have been my mom’s Birthday. My dad would have been siting on the couch, waiting, and watching some sort of fishing show on TV as my mom would have been upstairs in the bathroom for hours getting ready for dinner at the restaurant of her choice. My brother and I would probably be teasing each other or enticing the dog to bark at the fish on television. My mom’s phone would have been ringing nonstop, all of her friends and the family calling to wish her a happy birthday. She was a popular lady. Once she was finally ready to come downstairs the four of us, possibly joined by my grandparents, would have driven to the restaurant for a lovely meal and back to the house for wine, candles, and ice cream, maybe some pound cake.

We would have been doing the same thing we do every year for all of our birthdays, but it would have been special since we’d all be together. The rest of the family would come over on the weekend for a proper celebration and more cake, candles, and singing. My mom would have gone out with her girlfriends for a few more parties.

We tend to think of our birthdays as marking another year gone by; therefore, making us another year older. Once you reach a certain age, shall we say 25, every birthday is a year closer to 30, and then closer to 40, and then, in the blink of an eye you’re turing 60! Where did the time go? How am I getting this old? What are these wrinkles on my face? Do I really have to get any older? I’ll just turn 39 for a few more years. Some of us even fear our birthdays, and when the time comes to celebrate we convince ourselves that we want to sit at home crying over romantic comedies on television. Some of us may also convince ourselves that we are nothing to make a fuss over, that we are not worth our friends and family going out of the way to nice things for us. But, we are missing the point!

Birthdays are a celebration of the day we were born, the day we came into this world to start our beautiful journey. Every year that goes by is another year we are lucky enough to be among friends and family, lucky enough to do new things or enjoy the same old things, lucky enough to experience life! We gather with those we love to celebrate all that happens in a year, to celebrate growth, to celebrate the love we gave and received, and most importantly to celebrate the fact that YOU are here today! We celebrate the past year, your current breath of life, and hopes for the future and good things to come. After all, It is tradition to make a wish before blowing out the birthday candles.

So, this year on your birthday remember that you are important, your life is special, and if some one wants to throw you a party, take off your sweatpants, stop complaining, and live a little! You are here on this Earth. Remember to enjoy.

SuzieQHappy Birthday Suzie Q

Hello My Old Heart


Hello My Old Heart

By The Oh Hello’s

hello, my old heart
how have you been?
are you still there inside my chest?
I’ve been so worried
you’ve been so still
barely beating at all

oh, don’t leave me here alone
don’t tell me that we’ve grown for having loved a little while
oh, I don’t want to be alone
I want to find a home and I want to share it with you

hello, my old heart
it’s been so long
since I’ve given you away
and every day I add another stone
to the walls I built around you
to keep you safe

hello, my old heart
how have you been?
how is it, being locked away?
don’t you worry
in there, you’re safe
and it’s true you’ll never beat, but you’ll never break

because nothing lasts forever
some things aren’t meant to be
but you’ll never find the answers
until you set your old heart free

This is a beautiful song. Although, I don’t completely agree with some of the lyrics, I still find beauty in message, cords, and harmonies. The song sings, “Nothing lasts forever,” but my disagreement lies in that statement. Love has been around for quite some time. When a person dies his/her love is passed on to others. Who knows how old the love in my beating heart really is? My mother passed it on to me, my grandmother to her, my great grandmother to her, you get the picture. As long as we keep our hearts open to others that love will be around, shall we say, forever. Take down those stones my friends.

1.2.12 – Small Action, Huge Reaction

I caught up on some TED Talks today.  TED stands for Technology, Entertainment, and Design and is a global set of conferences formed to disseminate “ideas worth spreading”.  TED Talks are inspirational, thought provoking, humorous, emotional, fascinating, informative talks and stories shared on many different topics.  Try watching a couple instead of wasting away on Facebook or Pinterest.  I promise you will find your time well spent and the gears in your brian firing away.  Maybe you will become inspired to invent something or pass on ideas that will save the world.

The talk that grabbed my attention, and made me cry, is called “Israel and Iran: A Love Story?”  Below you will find a link to the15 minute video.  You will be amazed at the huge reaction one small action can create.  Think about what just one man can accomplish by putting love out there.  He sent a message of love.  Think about what we can accomplish together by sending that same message out into the world.  Think and do.

Israel and Iran: A Love Story?

1.1.13 – Lots of Love

This is officially my first post of the new year.  I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read my blog.  I now have 45 followers, only 3 of which are people I actually know.  (Thank you Grandma and Grandpa!)  When I started this blog I figured my family members would be the only ones reading it, but it turns out I was wrong.  I am thankful for that :-)  You guys make me want to take more photos and share more funny stories.  A lot of my views come from Facebook and my old blog on Tumblr so thank you guys for visiting too!

I got a gift today, besides the bowl of cold oatmeal I found on my bedside table when I woke up.  How did that get there?  While clearing things out after the festival a friend stopped by to say hi/happy new year and handed me these:


Not only do I have a sweet new pair of sunglasses, but I have a pretty sweet new friend.  Well, this is me, crazy woman, sending all my new and old friends lots of love this new year through these heart shaped sunnies.


12.26.12 – Que Sera Sera

Today I was reminded of a song that my mom used to sing to me when I was little.  This is a memory I remember on my own, no photographs, videos, nor stories told by other family members.  This memory is just me and my mom.  The song is called “Que Sera Sera” by Doris Day.  Click on the song title to hear the song.

Que sera sera, whatever will be will be, the future’s not ours to see, que sera sera

To this day, my mom is the smartest woman I have ever known.  I just wish she was still here to give me words of advice and sing her sweet songs.

I Won’t Be Home For Christmas

Christmas and the holidays are a time for family.  I think everyday should be a time for family, but it gets tough to have everybody – grandma and grandpa, aunts, uncles, parents, cousins, kids, second cousins, friends – over for dinner every night of the week.  This is why we celebrate holidays.  Sure Christmas has a historical meaning, sweet baby Jesus was born on this day, but it’s so much more than that.  Hell, not everyone who celebrates Christmas believes in Jesus anyway.  Christmas is recognized as a time to celebrate the love you have for those around you.  It may be the only time throughout the year when everyone can gather together around the same table and enjoy each other, cheesy potatoes, turkey, and grandma’s pirogies (they are the best).

Unfortunately, I was unable to spend Christmas with my family this year.  My family is the family that gets together for birthdays, anniversaries, Easter, summer vacations, multiple Christmases, baseball games, Saturday nights, Cousin Conventions, fishing trips, and any other event we can come up with.  As you know, my cousin just had a baby, Annie, who I would really like to meet.  I would love to give my cousin a big hug and tell her she is going to be the best mom in the world.  I missed the laughter, the hugs and kisses, the visit from Santa Claus, the food, spending time with my grandparents, the annual watching of “Piranha”, the secret Santa gift exchange, pulling each other’s hair in church, washing dishes, laying by the fire, letting my dog eat all the wrapping paper his heart desires, making my dad and brother try on their new outfits, and did I mention the food?  This is the second Christmas I did not get to spend with my family. I thought this year would be easier, but it hasn’t been.

There are always things that make being away from your family just a little easier.  You make the people around you your family.  Together you all eat an untraditional feast of breakfast for dinner even though you still, as tradition goes, stuff your face until your plate is empty.  You finagle the old 2 for 1 deal at the cinema and see “Les Misérables” in IMAX where the person you’re with doesn’t fall asleep during the 2.5 hour musical!  On a side note, go see “Les Misérables”.  You will love it if you are a musical fan and you will appreciate and actually like it even if you’re not.  “This is 40” is worth seeing as well.  Another way to make Christmas feel like Christmas when you are away from home and family is to play Santa Claus.  Make stockings full of goodies for your friends.  They will love the surprise when they open their doors in the morning, and you will feel the joy that comes with making some one smile.  Tell strangers “Merry Christmas”.  It makes them smile too and forces you to smile back.  Always remember to tell those you love that you love them, even if they are far away.

It’s a big deal, maybe even bigger than some of you will ever know, for me to miss Christmas, but I did what I could you make this year special.  I hope your Christmas was a special one too.  Thank you to those that spent time with me.  Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.

12.6.12 – Homemade Wine at the Candlewood

Who knew that a hotel could feel like home?  I wrote about the Candlewood Suites when I stayed in one in Albuquerque, NM, but this time it’s even better.  I walked out to throw my usual cheese, onion, garlic, spinach, and broccoli pizza on the grill.  I brought out a magazine not expecting to talk to anyone, but as soon as I sat down at the table that all changed.  The only time I touched my magazine was when I picked it up on my way back to my room at 430 am.  The patio at this Candlewood is exactly like my gazebo at home, except my dad hasn’t wrapped it in plastic to keep us warm.  People sit around the table with their favorite drinks, smoke cigarettes, talk about anything and everything, and share their favorite songs with each other.  People come outside when they need fresh air and go back in when they get ignored for showing off the guns on their hips.  But, tonight there was a group of three that remained the same as the others changed.  The only time I got up out of my seat was to use the bathroom, retrieve some chips and con queso from the gas station, and attempt to drag a recliner outside because some one dared me to.  Slowly, three fell to two and two fell to one, and at 430 am the night was over.  I went to sleep happy, feeling appreciated and loved by people I just met :-)

Tell those you love that you love them.
You can never say it enough.

12.5.12 – Trouble on the 50 Yard Line

It was around 10 pm.  Mike was hopping in a taxi.  Jon and I looked at each other and decided to give the night and downtown one last chance.  We walked into a corner bar where a was band playing all my favorite old and new country hits.  This singer also happened to be adorable.  The whiskey oranges appeared and disappeared as the night wore on in loud singing, twirling, and air rock band shenanigans.  Jon left me with my new friends, Chad and Stephen Bartholomew Westington the 3rd.  Before we knew it, the clock struck 2 am and the bar was pushing us out of it’s doors.  In fact all the other bars seemed to be doing the same thing.  Not wanting the night to end we decided to pick up some beer and make use of the heated pool at my hotel.  As it turns out this heated pool was not heated so we focused our efforts to the next best thing: the stadium behind us.

Ever drink a beer on the 50 yard line at 4 am?  This was our new goal, but first we had to find a way in.  This task was easier than expected.  Every fence has a crack.  You just need to squeeze to fit and make sure the beers will reach the other side safely.  We were in.  The 50 yard line was in site.  RUN!  There are times in life where you have to run.  The urge takes over and puts your legs in motion.  You have no choice but to give in to this brief instance of pure freedom.  You mind is free from thought.  You don’t think about security men, where cameras are placed in the building, badly needing a haircut, if you will see these new friends after tonight.  You just run.  And it’s beautiful.  After a drink on the middle of the football field the explorer urge kicked in and dragged us up the stairs.  We needed to get to the top.  There we would find a ledge to sit and let our feet fly over the entire stadium.

Sitting up there, drink in my hand, looking over a field I would probably never see in the daylight, I fell in love.  I was in love with the moment, with the night, with my new friends, with my life.  I still feel it right now as I sit here smiling at the thought of it.  The sun was rising and it was time to go.  I said goodbye to Chad and Stephen Bartholomew Westington the 3rd and fell into bed at 8 am with the sweet melody of Ray LaMontange swimming in my head.

And to think, I almost got in a cab ten hours ago…