Hey, it's Friday. . . Again

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Is it Time to Play?

So, my friend Phil posted on his facebook today:  “its Friday and going to work again…again…again”.  Well, that’s why I started to work on in the first place!  That’s my sentiments, exactly!

Do you feel like you’re part of the “rat race” on a treadmill?  Me too!  Each day you wake up, yell at the kids to hurry up or they’re going to be late, rush to work, work all day, come home exhausted, cook dinner, clean up, fall asleep in front of the TV ( I swear I used to make fun of my mother and father for doing that!), get into bed, and start all over the next day.  And, before you even blink, it seems, the whole week is gone and it’s Friday… again.  And it’s the same thing every day, and every week, and you try to squeak out a fun or enjoyable experience somewhere along the line, but it seems those times are far and few between.

I’ve been working on for over a year now.  Why?  Because I just haven’t had the time to actually finish it.  Ironic, right?  But, we have a big week coming up and I’m going to push over the weekend to make sure it’s ready to go.  Why?  Because the working people of our Country need it.’s goal is to provide resources for people to have a better life.  To have professionals provide words of wisdom and tips to make the life of the “everyday working slob” easier.  So we can enjoy life.

What is quality of life?  Do you have one?  Do you know what would give your life quality? Do you enjoy yourself?  Do you have time to pursue the things that give you happiness, passion, make you feel alive?  Have you changed things in your life so you could be happy?

I’d like to start interviewing people to tell their stories.  To talk about the things they do, things they love, lessons they’ve learned, things they want to do. is a people helping people project — maybe something they read will help them change their life a little so they can have quality of life.

Call me at 631-331-2675 or email: (this is the best email to use because it goes to my phone) so we can talk.  Or let me know of someone you think would be perfect for me to talk to.

Something I’ve learned — thinking about or talking about what makes you happy. . . makes you happy!

Looking forward to hearing from you!


Hey, We're Cool Parents! (sometimes)

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9-11 memorial motorcycle run

Today‘s blog is a story of how my husband and I are kind of cool parents.

I am also writing in remembrance of September 11, of all those we lost, of all those who served or continue to serve, of all those who have heavy hearts, and for the brave men and women who are sick because of the tragedy…

Many people in our Nation and around the world came together today with individual thoughts or ceremonies to remember the happenings of this day, 10 years later.  They came together.  Tragedy does that.  It makes people realize the precious gift life is.  Something we tend to forget during the regular hustle and bustle of our daily lives on the proverbial hamster wheel.

My husband was a NYC police officer, now retired, who spent many days down at ground zero.  Thank goodness he is not one of those who became ill because of breathing in the toxins.  He was held in his precinct as a senior officer to care for those in his precinct for 3 days, and I’m sure that made a difference in his current health status.  But, he was at Ground Zero.  He said little about the tragedy, which is unusual for him.  He always loved sharing his war stories with me.  But, for this one, he was very quiet.  He said that I couldn’t imagine what it was like down there, not in my wildest imagination.  As a good wife and listener, I let it be.  It was up to him to share and I was there to support him however I could.

10 years later. . . Jim is filling in as President for his Red Knights Motorcycle club for now and heard about a memorial ride to Ground Zero, which he shared with the guys.  A once in a lifetime tribute to the events of that fateful day.  We were a group of 15 bikes headed towards Manhattan and went to the meeting place which was a Harley Davidson dealership close to the 59th Street Bridge.  When we arrive we joined a group of thousands — the original expectation was 2,000 motorcycles, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there were more.  I know it was impossible for anyone to keep track of the number of people who showed up.  It was just a huge group of bikers on a common mission to pay tribute.  There were members of many different groups — firefighters, military, police officers, and the community of bikers.  At around 11 p.m. the group assembled, two by two, with respect and courtesy, to follow each other across the bridge.  I was so impressed.  We then we rode down the roads lined with people on both sides cheering and clapping and yelling thank you to all who rode by.  The lined up people wasn’t planned.  They happened to be there.  But they stopped and cheered.  It was again an amazing act that brought the community together.  To remember.  To appreciate each other.

We rode through Times Square where, again hundreds of people clapped, waved, and shouted in appreciation.  And then past Ground Zero.  It was an honor and a privilege.

Around 2 a.m. we were still riding through Manhattan — there were only 3 of us, as, with all the many bikes, we did lose the rest of the group.  We stopped to get eggs at a diner and then got back on our bikes to head home.  That’s when it occurred to me — at 3 a.m. riding a motorcycle through Manhattan.  We are cool parents!  I couldn’t remember any of my friends (and certainly not myself) who had cool parents who rode a motorcycle and traveled through Manhattan in the wee hours of the morning.  We actually didn’t arrive home until 4 a.m.  I have to admit, I usually go to sleep by 10 p.m.  But, today, I was cool.  I was a cool parent.

The circumstances of the day made it happen.  We wouldn’t have done a ride like this if it wasn’t to pay tribute.  To honor.  To remember.

God Bless America, and, although this was an occassion to come together, may we find happy times in the future to come together instead.


Join me in my quest for quality of life:

Wanting to Make the World Suck Less

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So. . . last week my oldest son, Gregory, and I went into Manhattan to go to a social networking seminar.  I’m totally clueless when it comes to this whole new world.  Frankly, I’m more than lost when it comes to Facebook, Twitter, and all the rest.  In as much as I don’t want to categorize, I think people in my age group are either too busy or too overwhelmed to really learn this stuff.  (Maybe I’m wrong, but it’s my gut feeling).

Facebook was invented by a college kid, and that’s the group of people who I believe are really taking advantage of using these programs.  Kids and people younger than me.  They’re “playing” online.  It is a bit of a shame, as when I was growing up I really enjoyed face to face conversation, seeing real smiles, hugging people hello and goodbye when we got together, etc.  I marvel at how my kids text their friends before they will pick up a phone now a days.  Hey, if I wasn’t so concerned about an emergency I would absolutely not even consider having a land-line telephone in my house anymore.  No one calls.  No one talks on it.

Nevertheless — back to the conference and what we learned.  There was a man named Alexis Ohanian there as one of the presenters.  He was co-founder of Reddit, a site my son (he’s 19) is totally familiar with and I still have yet to go on and check out.  He was talking to us about his  new endeavor helping the world through the use of not-for-profit fundraising he does on his new “Pig Bread” venture.  Why?? To help the world suck less.  So, he now sells books and other stuff and donates 100% of the proceeds.  He showed one example where they are building a school in a third world country.

I loved what he said.  It is 100% my reason for starting  So the world doesn’t suck as much for us working people, so we realize we need a little quality of life, so we find ways that we can become more happy, healthy, have money, and have some type of work/life balance.  After all, if you are missing one of these 4 things, there is no way you could have a good life.  Think about it.  You’ll realize I’m right.

So, we old folks need to stick together.  My concept for is “people helping people”.  You got a specialty that can help someone?  Become a professional resource.  You got a club that someone else would enjoy?  Post it and post your meetings so people can come.  Make friends.  Smile.  And there’s more.  I tried to include everything and anything that could help someone have a better life.  We have things to help some charities, too, and I’d also like to grow that part of the project with funding and awareness.  I’d love feedback and participation.

Hey, we built it!  Now we need you to use it.  Email me at or call 631-331-2675 to give feedback.

The site is new.  I didn’t build it for me.  I built it for us.  So the world will suck less.

Hope to hear from you!



Grown Up Kids / Empty Nest is Coming

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A few months ago my son, soon to be 17, bought a 16 year old Bronco.  Nick is so proud of his truck.  He paid for most of it with money he earned.  He has cleaned it, waxed it, polished every inch.  He has been working on it with his dad and our friend Steve for weeks to get it road-ready — new brakes and other mechanical stuff.  And now it was finally time to put it on the road. 

My husband went to Motor Vehicles to register it for his birthday.  We surprised Nick with the plates, wrapped up in happy birthday paper, at a fundraiser he was working at.  He was so excited!  Jim and I had a dinner to go to.  When we arrived home, the Bronco was in the driveway with the plates on, ready to go.

On Saturday night Nick, Jim and I got into the Bronco (Nick still has his permit), and Nick drove to pick up a girlfriend to go ice skating — in HIS car.   You could feel his pride.  And we were so proud of him.

After Jim and I arrived back home, Jim whispered, “Bye, Nick”.  I realized at that time that once Nick gets his license he will really be on his own.  Nick has always been very independent.  He has worked for what he wants and he leads the organizations he is part of.  He has grown into a strong, intelligent young man ready to take on the world.  He knows what he wants to do for a career and I know he will get what he wants in life.

And, once he gets is license he will be gone — a lot.  To pursue his dreams and objectives. 

This isn’t my first experience with a child leaving the “nest”.  My oldest son lives in Manhattan where he attends college.  We are very proud of how he has adjusted to such a busy life, but this is his 2nd year and we’ve adjusted to the living arrangements. 

But now, as my second child of three is getting ready to “spread his wings” where he will be so much less dependent, I realize, sooner than later, they will all be on their own. 

The empty nest syndrome is coming. 

And, at the same time I dread it, I look forward to seeing where they go, how they grow, and what they become.

And, I am proud.