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Picture this…..

Sometimes I swear I feel like Sophia from The Golden Girls with my stories….picture this Sicily 1924 that is how she used to start them. I have a lot of stories and I try to document them with a photo because as they say “a picture is worth a thousand words”.

So picture this it’s Wednesday night in Tewksbury…your typical Wednesday night. I was minding my own business. I just got home from having dinner with my parents and I have the baby and like usual 5 bags of stuff, and my husband is not home yet! So like a hero I decide I can do this all in one trip. I grab all the bags and I grab the car seat and I have my keys ready to open the door. I open the door and try to put the bags down but I am getting resistance. The baby is awake and looking at my like “Mom, why don’t you put me down, why are we not going into the house”. So I look down and well my skirt is stuck in the spring in the door. You ask yourself how can this be done and honestly I am not sure you could repeat this move if you tried….well my friends if it can be done I can do it! I am in quite the pickle with 5 bags in my hand and the baby in the car seat. So I put one of the bags down to take a picture because I mean really unless you are there you cannot “picture” the moment. What’s a girl to do now no matter which way I pull or tug I cannot get loose. I stand in the doorway for a few minutes and just laugh, there is nothing else you can do! I finally come up with a solution. I decided to take off my skirt in the doorway so I can get into the house. I pray that my neighbors don’t see me doing this and I am grateful that it gets dark earlier. I do this and get through the door, put down all the bags and put down the baby, then I put my skirt back on again like nothing ever happened and go about my evening. About 15 minutes later my husband gets home and I show him the picture and he says to me “how the hell did you manage to do that”? I am going to go out on a limb here and think being married to me is an adventure itself just for my pure clumsiness alone!

The moral of the story is a few things: days like this you are grateful that you listened to your grandmother when she said always make sure you don’t have rips in your underwear……and my goodness this is hysterical so learn to laugh at yourself!


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The People in Your Neighborhood!

Who are the People in Your Neighborhood?

First off I am so happy to be blogging again and while my stories this time around may not be as funny….they are real!

Being a Mom of an almost 4 month old there are some things that you come to learn, here is my take on a few things:

  1. You can carry about 50lbs of stuff in one trip
  2. Privacy….what is that?
  3. You can get ready in about 10 minutes and look half decent
  4. It’s okay to ask for help
  5. The TV you watch….well you either fall asleep if its for an adult or you are watching Elmo and friends and singing along to songs

This leads me to my blog today, lets talk about “Your Neighborhood”. I can tell you that every day I wake up and I count my blessings. I kiss my little nugget and thank god that he is healthy and happy and he chose me to be his mom, I thank god I have a great husband who supports me every day (even with the crazy things I come up with) and I am so happy that my mom is providing my baby with the same care that I would give him and that my dad is able to get home from work and bond with him as well. So this… well this is “my neighborhood”, well at least some of my neighborhood.

Sometimes it’s hard to juggle it all but I am keeping these things in mind: I am not only a mom, I am a wife, I am a friend, I am a daughter and I have a career. I am learning not to lose sight of these things and that you can manage it all if you have a good neighborhood. You need to laugh at yourself, life is funny! Find the joy in the smallest things and appreciate all the blessings and ask for help. Life is full of so many things but if you take any situation and approach it with a “can do” attitude well maybe things would have a different outcome. It’s hard to train your brain when for so many years you think well: Ugh what a crappy day I am having, I forgot my lunch, I got a flat tire, I hit traffic on my way to work, I screwed up in a meeting or presentation and I was snippy with my partner, family or friends. Instead think of it as maybe I should slow down take the good, bad and ugly moments and yes sulk for a minute, talk it out, get the support but brush it off and say I am better than this and these moments will not define me. I need to practice this more often myself but when you have a good neighborhood maybe these things are easier to do.

So in closing find the joy in anything even if it’s bad! Make the best out of any situation. I think we all have a tendency to spiral out of control but pull it back in and take a minute, thank “your neighborhood” without them you would not have the support you need!  So thank you to my husband, my parents, my friends and my family! You are the best neighborhood. Happy Friday and have a wonderful weekend.

Not just for Moms!

It’s hard to believe that its been 3 years since I have blogged. I feel like I have so much to say. This is going to be long…..but trust me for anyone struggling with anything this might help you. So much has happened in 3 years. I got engaged, married, pregnant and had a baby.

My husband tells me that everything happens the way it’s supposed to I have been trying to live by this as so many things happen that are beyond our control. Most days it helps but some days you can’t help but have a small pity party for yourself.

I found the love of my life late in life and it happened fast and it was great. I knew I always wanted to be a mom and as I approached 40 I was not sure this would be an option for me. A little over a year ago we found out the most amazing news that we were expecting. Now you worry about everything, will this be a viable pregnancy, will there be complications, will I be a good mom, god I hope I don’t screw up this kid. You hide the news for about 3 months because of all your fears and quite frankly it’s what society says to do.

On May 24th I met the most amazing little boy, I felt him in my belly kicking around and knew I would love him because we had already created a bond. Labor is hard I won’t lie and everyone tells you it’s worth it and you forget all about it. Well it’s worth it for sure but you don’t forget all about it. I had the most amazing partner to go through labor with, to say he was my rock was the understatement of the year. At 6:08PM I met Greysen and I fell is love with those big beautiful eyes and immediately worried about him, why is he not crying, is he breathing okay, and the list goes on and on. That’s just it you worry about everything all the time. That is the way I have always been, trust me I am trying to get better and just “enjoy all life’s moments”, so much easier said than done.

I have bonded with this little man for the last 14 weeks, I never knew you could love like this. He truly makes my heart smile. Today is a day I have dreaded for the last 14 weeks, it’s my last day of maternity leave. Tomorrow I go back to work and all I have done all week is shed tears over this. I know so many of my mom friends work full time. Unfortunately in this day most households need both parents working. So today I will give him extra hugs and kisses and to be quite honest he will never remember this and he is going to be just fine. I am lucky because my day care is my mom, who better to watch your child but the women who raised you. I know he will get lots of love and kisses and the most amazing care, after all she is the reason I wanted to become a mother.

I asked for a sign that “this shall pass” and I got it. Believe in signs look for them, ask for them and cherish them. They are messages from angels. In this photo a butterfly was on my son’s stroller and would not leave until helped by one of the workers at the Butterfly Place. I visited here and it was the perfect medicine it was quiet and beautiful. They played music and had benches to sit on and really helped me heal and Greysen smiled and laughed the whole time we were there.

So I will still dread tomorrow and I am sure I will have lots more tears but I have the best support system ever. I married the man of my dreams. He has been the best partner and helped me through my journey as a mom, never once over the past 14 weeks has he judged or laughed or thought I was nuts as I said some of the craziest things in my life. Marry the man who makes you laugh, holds you when you cry and is the best daddy in the world. I watch him sometimes with Greysen and I am complete, I love when they laugh together, or when Daddy tells him stories.

So with the help of my husband, and my parents and positive words from friends I will get through this. In the most perfect world we would have it all we could be mom’s with careers who only have to go into the office 3 days a week and still have 2 days a week at home with our little ones. Or we would all work for Google that has a 6 month paid maternity leave. In the meantime I will count all my blessings and like my husband says everything happens the way it’s supposed. IMG_1820 copy


Bucket List

bucket list

Everyone has a bucket list whether they admit it or not. The older I get the more I think about this list. I have an item on my bucket list that I need all my friends to help with! I have this crazy dream to be on the Ellen Show. I want to dance out like other guests do. I mean I have a routine in my head and everything and I will tell jokes with Ellen and we will have great day, become great friends and check in periodically just to see how life is going. I will be all “hey girl, hey”!


I clearly have clearly put lots of thought into this. Now the question is how the heck do I get on the show? I am work shopping a few ideas, but of course could use the help of friends on this one:

I do lots of volunteer work with the American Cancer Society around Relay for Life and this year I will take on a new role of being a co-chair for the event. Some of my thoughts around the Relay this year will be to go to the High Schools affiliated with the walk and bring awareness and help the high school kids to get involved with some charity work and the meaning behind it. I mean I could go on Ellen for that, right?

There is the little kid that says “Linda, honey you are not listening to me” he was just super cute and his video on you tube and got tons of hits.  Ellen viewed this and bam there you go he was on Ellen with his mom! I think I am way past my years of cuteness to make a video and be on you tube, but stranger things have happened.

I really despise the CEO of Abercrombie, I could express my distaste for him on the Ellen Show and bring awareness to the youth about positive brand awareness. But is that really of good use of time, probably not I mean two wrongs don’t make a right.

Let’s not forget I do have my own little puppet show with Nonna and Chef Luigi, but this has all been done before. I need to do something really unique.

I am interested in having a domesticated pet squirrel that I would name Tito and I would love to teach him how to say “I love you” in Spanish. I mean if I could accomplish this task that could guarantee myself a spot on the Ellen Show as a guest.

So I am asking for the help of my friends, I need some ideas to get on the Ellen Show or maybe you could just write some letters on my behalf! So let’s brainstorm and get this done. It’s like paying it forward and helping a fellow friend check off a few things on the bucket list!l



What’s love got to do with it?????

It has been almost a year since my last blog. Friends have asked why and really here are the reasons and they are not good ones.

1. Life got too busy

2. Nothing seemed blog worthy

So I am closing the dry spell on the blog and opening it back up with a subject I never talk about!!!!


Over the past five months I have discovered something that I never thought was missing. My life has always been good and I always have a joke, a good story and can put a positive spin on just about anything. For that reason about 80 percent of the time I am a good time to be around.

This year starting in January I made an agreement with myself (because that seems normal right) I made the deal that I would finally take dating serious and go “outside the box” stop dating the usual suspects that for 37 years did not work out. I kept all this information pretty close to my belt so that if it went horribly wrong I did not have to explain to a million people.

Now of course you know I have some ridiculous story of a really bad dating experience that I will share for if nothing else pure entertainment. So I can protect the innocent we shall call him Mr. Clinger. He seemed really nice and at this point I was tired of dating guys that were playing games so I went out on a date with him. On the first date he asked me for a second date I was busy so I countered with a group date (I already had plans with friends) he accepted. I mean did I see red flags, sure looking back with the whole whoa is me: I got into a car accident, you mentioned your brother was in the car business so I went to go meet him and blah blah blah. After the group date with me and 5 of my friends my antennas were up when he changed his screen saver that was once a cat to a photo of me and him, I was ready to run for the hills. But in true Michelle I feel bad for everyone fashion, why not accept a 3rd date. Leading up to the 3rd date that did not happen clearly (I guess that is where I draw the line). I received many calls, texts, IM’s, and emails. On one particular night I got a call asking “what should our song be” I thought to myself oh he must know I am so funny, so I suggest Britney Spears, Work Bitch he was not thrilled and his reply was I was thinking something by Journey or Aerosmith, ugh this guy was serious. So I brush it off but only until the next call when I clearly have had enough I had a really long day and wanted to not speak on the phone so I text to confirm plans and he calls me and I politely said I am not in the mood to talk and he says not even to me and I reply with not even my mother! So he says text me before you go to bed, I could not I mean really this is where I knew I had to run and change my identity.

Why am I sharing this story……well this is where anyone in their right mind would give up on dating, this should have been the straw that broke the camels back. And technically it kind of did. But then something happened. Just when I gave up I met someone in March and to be honest I treated it like a business transaction very formal with tons of questions that would make anyone run for the hills, but this special man saw beyond my business attitude and knew he could see that beyond this “tough girl” exterior that was a kind person. It’s been over five months and the things that people say to you that you really don’t believe happen like: “it will happen when you least expect it”, “you will just know”, “it will happen fast”, “it should be easy” it was all true.

I got to a point in my life where I was really happy, I mean truly happy being the “fun aunt” and hanging out with my friends and their kids and just having all my time to myself. But then something changed when I met him. I guess there was a piece of my heart that was not entirely complete. I feel lucky and I decided to blog about this because I want friends to know about this for anything in life. We make our own destiny in life and we can for lack of a better term “shit of get off the pot”. So I leaped and it was not so bad, matter of fact it was pretty painless! Sure there are challenges in life but isn’t that what life is all about! So I encourage everyone to find the missing piece it does not have to be love, maybe it’s a career change, a big move, anything just do it. You owe it to yourself to have the best life possible!

The moral of this story is: you know you found true love when you have the flu and your boyfriend comes over and you have mismatched clothes and greasy hair and you are so sick you can’t even blow dry your hair when you get out of the shower and he blows it dry for you and not like its a chore but like it’s exactly where he wanted to be.


This week I saw an interesting post on you tube video with Jimmy Fallon and Justin Timberlake if you have not viewed it I suggest you do! I am attaching it below:

Any who I get the #, but I don’t get all the #. What’s with all this #iloveyou, #wtf, #iambored, #selfies, #iamasupermodel, #fallbitches, #girlsrule and so on, I think you get the point! I think I am just a dinosaur.  So today at work I had a nice lunch with friends and in the window was a strange man walking down the street that put his face up against the window to peer into the restaurant so I say #nicetieguy. I mean is that the way it’s supposed to work! I don’t get it, I mean I guess this is what the kids do now. Maybe I am too old for #. I can tell you that I am enjoying mocking this skit on you tube and making my hashtag finger signs and saying some pretty stupid stuff!


Moral of the Story: #iamablogger enjoy your weekend peeps! And keep being ridonkulous people like it!

Pazzos in Paradise!

ImageA few weeks late but better now than never. Another family vacation down in the books this year was in Naples, Florida! Was is like Naples, Italy……..maybe! As always we have some good stories! We stayed at the Residence Inn and of course no vacation would ever be complete without some sort of “mishap”. So we are a few days into the vacation when we return to the room and smell what we think is paint thinner. Of course my mother was like “it stinks in here, I can’ smell this all night, what’s going on”. So we call the front desk and find out that they were applying epoxy to the tubs and they say that it’s not harmful. Well all the rooms that were being done had big signs that say “Do Not Enter for 24 hours”. I thought it was not harmful! We come home the next night and low and behold the room stinks again this time much worse. So we call the front desk again this time we end up moving to another room. My mother tells me to hang the complimentary coffee bags from the vents, of course I listen because I am starting to get delirious! The hotel person comes to find us in the pool and says they need to move us again! Here we go! Turns out we can pack a room and move in about 15-20 minutes it’s good to know these facts! But this is vacation so we are used to these things happening.

We also looked at a little real estate just to see what the market was like for someday when Mr. and Mrs. Pazzo retire! One of the Real Estate guys that took us around was a little Pazzo! One of the places (oh how I wish I took pics) was being sold with warped floors, mildew and mold and just pure gross. I of course had a note book with notes that I made about these places! On this particular one some of the notes I made were “pristine hardwood floors my ass” and “beautiful screened in lanai of mildew”. This made the trip particularly fun because I would take some side notes, my mother would read them at night and laugh so hard she would cry!  By the end of the vacation things started to look like this!



Was if fun? Yes of course we could have fun in a shoe box! Turns out we love Naples, we made friends, had great meals, shopped and watched my mother scream in a parking lot because she was afraid of the thunder and lightning. I wish I caught that on video but me and my Dad were too busy laughing so hard we nearly peed our pants!

Moral of the Story: Pazzo people are everywhere! You probably have some right in your family! Embrace them they make everything super fun!

By the way turns out I have been blogging for a year now!!! I am loving it and have had over 2300 views in the past year! Thanks to everyone who has been reading and pass along to your friends and if you have ideas for blogs let me know!

Shady Water

While writing my last blog, it jogged my childhood memories of the shenanigans that I was involved in with my “baby brother”.

Summer is my favorite season, it was as a child and still is now. My birthday is in the summer, you get to wear fun sandals, go to the beach and most importantly you get to go swimming!

When I was about 7 years old and Chris was 4 we used to go to swimming lessons and then take our new skills over to Aunt Rose’s swimming pool. This was so much fun! My mother tricked me into believing that my Wonder Women Under-roos were a bathing suit! This worked out great because I thought I was a superhero.

We would swim all day and as the afternoon approached there was a spot in the pool that would get dark. I was really afraid of this spot not sure why but I came up with this! I told my brother not to go in the area where it was dark in the pool. I told him that when that area gets dark that there was a trap door and when it opened up the sharks would come out and bite us or eat us!


I don’t know where I got this crazy idea. I guess I had a really active imagination. My mother would listen to me and tell me “Michelle, there are no sharks in the pool” but I insisted otherwise and wanted to save my brother! A few years later we got a pool in the backyard and naturally there was an area that would get shaded in the afternoon. I again told my brother to not go to this area because of the trap door and the sharks. So we spent most of our childhood only swimming in the sunny parts of the pool! It was crazy!

I still tell this story and I recently told my 12 year old cousins and they just laughed and said “Mish, why did you think there were sharks”. I don’t know I am crazy. I really think now that this story was in my brain so long that I now don’t swim in the “shaded” area now!

Moral of the story: Fish are friends not food – Finding Nemo (said by the sharks). So I am pretty sure that Sharks are my friends???

Memories… the corners of my mind!

This story cracks me up no matter how many times we talk about it as a family! I am thankful that my family always has stories and we love joking around and telling them. I always say that because my parents were 20 and 21 when I was born that I was an experiment and they were kids raising kids! Of course I would not change this for the world! I was lucky to have my parents grow up with me and that is why we are so close.

Let’s bring this back to Circa July, 1981 – My parents were just about ready to buy a house and they could not find the perfect home so my father suggested we go on a family vacation to Italy to see family! We took a three week vacation and I was just a few weeks shy of my 5th birthday and Chris just shy of his 2nd birthday. Vacation was great from what I remember! Of course there was the language barrier, me and Chris did not speak once ounce of Italian so that made it hard to communicate with my Aunts, Uncles, Cousin and Grandmother.

Speaking of my Grandmother (god rest her soul). My father’s mother Marie was not the most loving of grandmothers (well at least not to the girls), she had three boys and became a widow early in life, according to her the boys well they were princes. I was the first granddaughter which let’s just say was a challenge. Because of this I have  really funny stories! This one is my particular favorite.

On our visit to Italy in July of 1981 we visited some family in Anzio for the day. Anzio is very historic for many reasons. For those that know me this story is truly ironic because I love to go to Italy and pray to the Saints and visit different saints and so on. When I was 5 of course I had no idea what was going on.

In Anzio there is a very famous Saint, Saint Maria Goretti she became a Saint when she died at the age of 11. Her father was a widow and cared for her siblings and father after her mother passed. She was home alone and a 19 year old man tried to rape her and she repeatedly told him it was a mortal sin and would rather die than to submit to him to he choked her and stabbed her 11 times. Most of the stories of Saints are tragic and hard to understand why someone must go through so much pain and agony to become a Saint.

In Italy when you become a Saint they say your body does not decay and they put it on display in church. You take pictures, you pray for miracles and maybe attend mass while you are visiting.


So I mentioned you take pictures. This was me at 5 years old. Scared out of my mind sitting in front of dead bodies at Saint Maria Goretti, I am still not sure why my Grandmother thought this was a good idea. I remember thinking this body was moving and please let this just be over fast!

Fast forward 20 years later, I was 25 years old and I was in Italy with my parents, Uncle Nicky and Aunt Rose and we tried to visit family in Anzio and while there we decided to pay a visit to Saint Maria Goretti. What a brilliant idea we had let’s take the same photo 20 years later and pretend that I am just as afraid!


Success! We have both of these photos in a photo album side by side. It’s a memory good or bad! I laugh about the story now. My grandmother has since past and now that my Italian is better I would loved to have asked why I needed to sit in front of the dead Saints????

The moral here is: Maybe I should thank my Grandmother after all now in my 30’s one of my favorite parts of traveling to Italy is to visit Saints and pray for miracles and bring people back home Saints for their cars, home and purses!

Mr. Postman….please!

Earlier this week I realized I don’t get enough hand written letters. This makes me sad! Letters are so personal and really make people smile, most times! So this weeks blog is about getting more personal with people! People keep your minds out of the gutter! I asked some friends at work to write me a hand written letter. I am hoping I get some in the near future!

The trouble now with this generation (boy do I sound like my grandmother) is that people only text, Facebook, instagram, snapchat and use all the social networking. For goodness sakes I mean I have had relationships end through a text, we need to communicate better. Kids now don’t even know about a proper letter or thank you card! We should all make someones day and send a nice letter in the mail to a friend!


This past year I can say I got a handful of thank you’s and hand written letters. Out of my memory I can tell you two of my favorites. One was when my godchild out of the blue said to her mother “I miss Auntie Michelle” and decided to draw me a photo that was of herself, me and my best friend. I love this photo and I am going to frame it. I was having a craptastic week as I recall and this totally made my week. The other letter I got in the mail was just yesterday. It was from my friends Haley and Craig. I went to their wedding a few weeks back in Princeton, New Jersey (check out the Road Trip blog for details). I came home yesterday from a long day and I was tired, I opened my mail box and I got the best thank you in awhile. It was just sweet and nice and since they live so far away it just made me smile and the joke on the card made me laugh hysterically!

So I think we should all take the time to write someone special a letter, but a smile on their face! Make it personal, make a joke! And while we are at it I don’t think the kids know about mixed tapes either. Why don’t we make a few mixed tapes and show the kids how it’s done.

Moral of the story is: We can really change the world one letter and mixed tape at a time!