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oh boy, the first word I saw was "hate". What does that mean?

Time Machine

Lately I've been thinking a lot about the past. In particular, events I wish I could remember but have seemed to be completely erased from my mind.

My maternal grandmother has been going through some problems which have been reminding me a lot of my paternal grandfather. To me he was Pop-Pop and he was the best.

My grandfather died almost three years ago from complications due to dementia. I know it's been three years since he was with us but a part of me still wishes I had a time machine so I could relive the moments where everyone was happy and healthy.

With Christmas coming I think about the past a lot and all of the fun I had as a kid. Life was just free and simple. When it comes to Pop-Pop I find myself having trouble remembering things about him which terrifies me.

Pop-Pop got sick initially during the summer before I started the 7th grade, I believe, (see I can't even remember when he starting getting sick). The thing about Pop-Pop was he was this big, strong, man's man. For me, Pop-Pop had this way of mesmerizing people just with his presence. He wasn't a bullshitter. He didn't seek compliments. He worked hard. He didn't bother anyone. He loved his family. There was just something about Pop-Pop that you couldn't help but have the utmost respect for him. He was simply a great person. So, to watch him deteriorate before my eyes without being able to prevent anything from getting worse was probably the hardest thing I've had to go through.

The experience that I had with Pop-Pop was definitely a character builder and I'll leave it at that. I'm not going to lie, there were moments where I would curse God and blame him for ruining my family especially when I tried to remember pre-dementia Pop-Pop and just couldn't.

What provoked this post was an episode my grandma had today. It quite frankly scared the shit out of me and I just knew she could be heading down the same road Pop-Pop did. First I thought, "I need to remember the good." Then for some reason I was wondering what was the last Christmas I spent with Pop-Pop pre-dementia. I dwelled on it for a bit but I honestly cannot remember which breaks my heart a little.

I do, however, remember one Christmas Pop-Pop and my grandma, who, I affectionately call Nonnie, came to my house to celebrate. I don't know how old I but I'll never forget the present they got me. It was this really awesome MTV karaoke machine that was functioned as a stereo and a TV. I was full of happiness so much so I remember running around the house screaming. I thanked them endlessly and that karaoke machine became a source of great amusement for myself.

The karaoke machine is still in my house and every time I see it I can't help but smile and remember that particular day.

I do have a lot of memories about Pop-Pop. Most are fuzzy but they're there.

I know that Pop-Pop will always be with me but sometimes I wish I can have one of his bear hugs or hear his booming laugh or even get some much needed life advice.

Christmas is time for those you love and celebrating the joys and blessings we have. Pop-Pop is definitely a blessing and I am an extremely lucky person to be able to call him my grandfather. His spirit lives within me and my whole family and will continue to do so whenever I have a family of my own.

Time machines would still be good to have, however, the temptation would be too great to change things. Life works itself out for the strangest reasons. It's hard, but, I think life needs to be difficult so we can truly enjoy those moments of joy. If life was easy then everything would be boring and taken for granted. What's the fun in that?

As Christmas approaches, I hope you kids create good memories. If you're going through a rough patch, I truly know how it feels. It may not get better right away but it will, just hang in there. I'm going through one myself but you just gotta remember the good. Oh, and don't push away your family and friends, they really do know what's in your best interest.

Have a great Christmas/holiday season kids. Hopefully I'll be posting before 2011 greets us, however, if the holiday haze hits me, see you in the new year.

Until then, be safe.

-Catherine

You've Got a Friend in Me

I've decided to name this post after the Randy Newman song. This particular song has always resonated with me with its sweet words. Being an only child I've had to rely on friendships my whole life. Over the years, I had really good friends and not so good friends. But, I wouldn't ask for it any other way.

Having really good friends is probably one of the best things a person can ask for. I'm not talking about the friends that you just get drunk or high with. Or the friends that just go out with you or talk to you in class or at work. I'm talking about the friends that are basically the long lost siblings you've been searching for since birth.

You know who I'm talking about. It could be the new kid in town you met when you were in the 4th grade or the random person sitting next to year in your homeroom freshman year of high school. They are the people that have been through it all with you and have witnessed every emotional roller coster a person can possible go through. They are the people who will not judge, will not talk behind your back, will probably take a bullet for you and won't ever leave you. And you would do all the same for them in a heartbeat.

It's comforting knowing that there are people outside of family that care that much about me. I'm grateful for these very few but special people. I love being able to have a conversation with them at any given time about anything. And I love how if I haven't seen a friend in a long time we can just pick up where we left off and have fun. They are part of my support system and I really rely on them.

I don't think I understood the value of friendship for it's pureness until recently. A lot has shown me the difference between people who will stick around for a very long time, perhaps forever, and those who jump in for the ride at their convenience.

I don't regret any friendship that I've formed. They all mean something to me, they all have taught me something, and they all have helped shaped the person I've become. There are absolutely no regrets, I don't do regret. Everything happens for a reason including the people who come in and out of my life. They all represent something. This is why I wouldn't have it any other way.

So this entry is dedicated to all of my friends the ones present, the ones past, and the ones to come. Thank you for everything and I hope you know how much you mean to me.

I hope everyone has friends like I do. If not, don't worry, they'll turn up soon enough and when they do, life will be less heavy.

Be good kids.

-Catherine

Christmas Time is Coming

Thanksgiving was thoroughly enjoyable this year. It was spent with my dad's family which consists of my grandma, my uncle and my cousin. I always liked spending time with this particular group of family. We also have good conversation, lots of laughs, and lots of nice memories. We had a lovely home cooked meal thanks to my grandma. I must note that I did make the sweet potato casserole which was pretty damn good. After the yummy food I retreated to watch some Dexter as the rest of the family watched the Godfather Part 2 (they started watching in the middle of the film and I still haven't seen it hence me being antisocial). It was a great day with special people. Like I said before there's nothing like family.

It just so happens that Thanksgiving fell on the 25th which marked one month to Christmas! Out of all of the holidays Christmas is by far my favorite. I love the music, the lights, the window displays, the cheer, and the sentiment. Today I kicked off the holiday season with my parents by going to a matinee of The Nutcracker. It was performed at Lincoln Center by the New York City Ballet. Let me say that my first ballet experience was extremely positive. I cannot begin to describe how spectacular The Nutcracker was. The costumes were absolutely gorgeous, the dancing was phenomenal and the music was perfect. I would go see it again in a heartbeat and I hope it is the first of many ballets to come.

Tomorrow my roommates and I will be decorating the apartment which will be a complete winter wonderland. It adds a nice homey touch to the place.

Well this post is kind of pointless. I just needed an outlet to share my teeming excitement over the upcoming month. I hope everyone is excited about the holiday season like I am. If not, I suggest that you buck up and find some goodness within all of this time of year.

Hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving! Talk to you guys in December.

Be good kids, and embrace everything that comes your way.

-Catherine

Family Sundays

Growing up, Sundays were family days. The folks and I would go to church in the morning, then in the afternoon have all the family over for a big pasta dinner and then end the day with a bit of homework. A lot has changed since those Sundays.

After starting college I didn't think I would really miss home. But from time to time nostalgia creeps up on me and my heart aches for those loud, laughter filled dinner conversations.

Today was one of those nostalgic filled days. I couldn't help but wonder if my dad and uncle were watching the football game or if my grandpa was watching some cheesy Italian game show. I wondered if my mom made meatballs with the pasta today or if she opted for something else.

I do try to keep up some of the Sunday traditions. I go to church every week. I check up on the football scores. And maybe once a month I'll cook myself a bit of pasta. I do what I can.

The thing about being away from my family is that I feel I'm missing out making memories with them. That's why I secretly like going home even though I complain about it all of the time.

With recent events I've learned it's really important to cherish the times you have with the people you love because one day you can wake up and it'll all be gone.

People are here one minute and the next they're gone. You never know what life is going to throw at you. Believe me, I'd never thought I would have to go through the stuff that I've been dealt. But it happens.

There was a quote from the book, "The Road" and it goes, "You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget." Try not to let that happen to you, kids. It's happened to me and it's a struggle.

It's ok to be nostalgic, it's ok to miss the ones you love, and it's ok to go home.

Before I sign off, give your parents a call. They'll love hearing from you and it'll make you feel better, I promise.

-Catherine

About Last Night...

The Lower East Side has always been, to put it nicely, an interesting place. I never been down there at night time until last night. Boy was that interesting.

One thing I noticed which kind of surprised me was that there were a lot of british people down there. Secondly, the homeless people there do not mess around. One homeless man was shouting sexual slurs to another male passerby. Thirdly, lots and lots of bars which creates lots and lots of drunk people who drunkly say/yell things.

For instance. I was walking with my friends to a restaurant walking towards us was a belligerently drunk man. He pointed to me, drink in hand, and said, "hey you, I like you. You're sexy. I have a video camera, (then yells) we can make a lot of money." I cannot describe how mortified, creeped out and disgusted I was. I can only imagine the expression on my face. I just kept walking and wanted to get the hell out of there.

I realized two things. One, I felt like a 60 year old yuppie who was appalled by the people and behavior of the Lower East Side. This further proves that an old woman inhibits my body. Two, at least I come off as attractive. Just saying. I sound so narcissistic but I don't get that affirmation a lot. I'm a sad person. I know. I can live with that.

It's safe to say last night was quite an adventure. I'm not sure if Granny Catherine can go for another right away. Maybe next month. Yup, that sounds good. For now I'll eat my early bird special dinners, go to the movies at a reasonable hour, and retire to bed around midnight.

Be safe kids, I know I'll try.

-Catherine

Feeling Fall

I have been loving this fall weather lately. I live for the cold weather. For me there is something romantic about bundling up. I honestly think that everyone's mood change for the better too, well, I like to believe that.

The holidays are coming up and my inner child is jumping up and down with pure joy. Just thinking about Christmas music and decorations makes me beam with happiness.

The other thing about the fall and approaching winter is that I have some sort of weird creative boost. There's something truly inspirational during this time of year for me. I don't know what it is but everywhere I seem to go I always feel inspired.

I've been taking more pictures lately and I've been really into my art class that I've been taking this semester. I even have been journaling more often than usual. Grant it, a lot of personal issues of arose in the past 2 months but since the last post I have found a sort of sense of peace.

I'm not completely put back together but I'm definitely not in the million pieces I was before. Things have a funny of working out. Through all the darkness I've been facing, through all the negativity and sheer ignorance, I have managed to find this glimmer of hope.

Just this past Tuesday I felt genuine happiness for the first time in a very long time. I think I have realized that people change for better or worse and through that change they either fall out of synch with you or remain your friend. It's a constant cycle that people circulate in and out of. I trust that I will always be surrounded by those who truly love me. I deserve nothing less. And, that's not a selfish thing to say. No one deserves people in their lives who will be a negative, emotional drain. Everyone deserves good, loving people.

Things are looking up. I hope I don't jinx it.

I hope y'all are enjoying this fall season as much as I am. Truly enjoy the people that love you and revel in every minute of time spent with them. You never know, they can be your inspiration.

Be good, kids.

-Catherine

Fast Forward

Instead of starting a paper that is for my major I thought I'd procrastinate a little more and write an update. I have a problem with procrastination. Always have. I remember even in the first grade I would do my book reports the night before they were due. Maybe I have ADD. Then again I think everyone does. This society has made us that way. I won't get into that now.

You know when people talk in retrospect of their lives and refer to something as their "dark period"? Well I never fully understood that concept. I just assumed that it referred to a rough patch in one's life. However, from what I'm experiencing now it's more than a rough patch.

Lately, life has felt like one big pile of (excuse my french) shit. Everything has seemed to be coming at me lately from every direction possible. I won't get into the details because I'm not the only with problems. I don't want to complain either because complaining is annoying.

All I want to do is scream. Just scream at the top of my lungs. But, I'm too scared. Fear is a problem too.

I go through my days just looking for a glimmer of happiness. Don't get me wrong I do see that glimmer however things have definitely changed. I find myself wondering why everything is being thrown at me at once. I just look up at the ceiling and say to myself "why now? why me?"

I honestly think God laughs at me. I worry too much and I know that but I can't help it, I'm Italian. I guess all this stuff wouldn't be happening if the big guy thought I couldn't handle it. I can. It's frustrating is all I'm getting at.

I wish life came with a fast-forward button. It would be nice to skip some parts once in a while.

I guess you could call this my "dark period". It's not so dark because I know I have family and friends that love and support me, which is comforting. But, I doesn't mean I'm welcoming anymore negative crap to happen. There's always a light, right?

Hope things are better for you, kids.

Looking at the glass half full,

Catherine

Lessons Learned

On a recent trip home I was saying my goodbye's to my grandparents. As I was about to leave, my grandmother pulled me aside and said, "trust-a no one." I laughed it off and made my trip back to school not even giving it a second thought.

Now I'm starting to think my grandmother has some sort of supernatural abilities. I now find myself saying, "I can't trust anyone."

Apparently I am not allowed to confide in people I thought were my friends. Firstly, what I have said to a person somehow was divulged to people that have no business of knowing what was said. Secondly, everything that has come back to me have been complete lies. Basically, what I originally said was never passed on to said outside parties. They're all complete fabrications.

I went to a private all girls school and safely avoided all of the he said, she said drama. I come to college and am suddenly in the midst of high school drama. This is ridiculous.

People aren't always who they say they are, and, unfortunately I'm learning that the hard way. When someone breaks your trust it is a very scary situation. I'm not really sure how to deal with this one.

How are you supposed to really know that you can trust another person? Is it even possible to fully trust someone?

I've already lost enough sleep over this and it's time to move on. I'm on the market for new, loyal friends. Any takers?

Well, you kids try to stay out of the kind of trouble I'm in. Hopefully you have good friends to support you.

Till next time.

-Catherine

P.S. Next time I read any celebrity gossip, I will give them the full benefit of the doubt. I promise.

There's Always Hope

I know I've been extremely inconsistent with my posts but maybe that will all change. Starting today.

In the past couple of weeks there have been tragic stories of teenagers committing suicide due to bullying. I am truly sad and heartbroken over these events and I hope and pray their families and loved ones heal and emerge as strong people.

What really disturbs me is that bullying continues to be a major problem. We all need to respect one another no matter skin color, appearance, sexuality, status, etc. We were all born into a world that already has a lot of problems. It's our job to love one another to make everyone's lives a little easier.

We are all the same no matter how you want to splice it. We all desire the same things, we all seek to find a good place in life, and we all want to find love. It doesn't matter who you love. It doesn't matter what you love. Love is universal, not reserved for only certain people. It's within everyone and everything. I believe in every major religious doctrine love is described as the ultimate gift that rules all. Why can't people remind themselves of this?

Religion aside, we were made by one universal Creator and I know that our Creator loves each and everyone of us. Our Creator wouldn't want us to use our words to hurt someone. Words are very powerful things and when used with malice they can destroy a soul. Our Creator I'm sure weeps when we use our words with ill intent.

Don't let people kick you. You need to fight for what you believe in. Show the ignorant the light. Teach them that we are all the same people and we are all here to live, love, be happy and lead a long, fulfilled life.

As adults we need to set positive examples for our children. We can't fail the future. We need to ensure that our children are safe, loved, and protected. Especially in the advanced society we live in. Let's learn from our mistakes and let everyone know that it is okay to be the unique, beautiful people they are.

There is always hope. Let's start now.

Take care kids, and know that I love you all no matter what.

- Catherine

Wise Fool

Sophomore year. I'm no longer the "stupid freshman" but I'm not the wise upperclassman. I'm stuck in the middle. I don't exactly like being in this position because of previous experiences. Let's just say sophomore year of high school wasn't exactly the best of times. Now that I'm a sophomore once again scares me.

My motto for this academic year is "go for it." I can no longer live with the fears and anxieties I did during my freshman year. It's time to take chances without worrying about the consequences. I understand that this could be reckless but I promise I won't go too crazy.

It's alright to be a fool once in a while.

Stay safe kids.

-Catherine

Summer Update

The picture above I took last year outside of my cabin in Upstate. Haven't been able to get up there this summer but hopefully I can get a few days in over Labor Day weekend.

Besides having a weird summer I did manage to have some birthday fun as I enter the last year of being a teenager (thank god). I realized how lucky I am to have some of the greatest friends and family who really care about me so I thank them all for celebrating with me.

I went to Atlantic City for the first time. It's an interesting place to say the least. I guess if you like to gamble it's a good place to go? But the reason I was there was to see Kris Allen play at the Borgata. I went with one of my friends from high school and we had a grand ol' time. It was a great show and lots of memories were definitely created.

Another show I saw was Maroon 5 and they just killed it. Those guys were born to perform and play music. One of the best concerts I've seen in a while.

Speaking on the music front if anyone is in to the whole Ray LaMontagne vibe then I recommend you listen to Chris Nathan who opened up for Kris Allen when I saw him. He has this funky, soulful sound that will make your heart sing. I won't be surprised if you start hearing more of him in the upcoming year. You can check out his music on his Facebook or MySpace. You won't regret it!

Besides going on music adventures I've been reading a lot. In particular David Sedaris. I have one more book and I have officially read all of his essays. The man is a genius and I would kill to have his talent. Anyone who can make a living by writing about their family is a hero in my book.

There is really no transition here but as of today I have 2 weeks until I move back to school. I absolutely can't wait! Maybe I should start packing...

Well kids I hope you enjoy the last bit of your summer!

Later loves.

-Catherine

Serenity Now

The word vacation has been a figment of my imagination for a while. I would love nothing more to have no cell phone service or internet for a week while soaking up sun. However that seems extremely hard to achieve these days. My family has a small place Upstate but we even can't get ourselves up there.

When I was younger I despised going up to the cabin- I wanted no part of it. I was a kid part of the technology age. I didn't want to go to a place with only 5 T.V. channels and our closest neighbors were 1/2 a mile away. I also wasn't fond of the whole nature part either. Hiking in the forest with other animals for some reason scared me to death. The only thing I looked forward to was a trip to the Super Wal-Mart which is about 40 minutes from our cabin. It was practically the only sign of civilization I saw during my stays there.

As I have grown I've learned that seclusion isn't so bad. It's actually quite nice. It's almost spiritual. Now I can't wait to go to my cabin to just walk around, take pictures and breathe in that nice, clean air. The best part is looking at the stars at night- I can see stars! My cabin has become my little sanctuary in many ways. I feel more creative and rejuvenated with each trip I make.


I think it's important to have a personal sanctuary. Sure I wish I could rent a house in the Italian countryside but for now I'll work with what I have. It's vital to learn to relax and unwind so that sanity is kept in tact. With the way the world is today everyone can use a break from reality. It's okay to be a little selfish and focus on yourself for a bit. It's as easy as turning off a cell phone.

Whether it be a little cabin upstate, a spa trip, or even a dip in the pool, do whatever keeps you sane and cherish it. I know it's hard, but try. Mental health is just as important as physical health.

Hopefully I will catch you kids in a more peaceful state.

Be happy,
Catherine

End of an Era

I recently received word that the elementary school I attended will close its doors for good on June 30, 2010. I was fortunate enough to attend St. Francis of Assisi School from 1995-2005. I remember my first day of Pre-K being terrified as I latched onto my mother’s arm. As soon as I entered the classroom I was warmly greeted by my teachers and fellow classmates and the rest was history.

As the years went on, I had wonderful teachers who have inspired me and encouraged me to explore my talents. If it weren’t for my eighth grade teacher, Mrs. Williams, I might have not decided to follow the path of journalism. Then there is my art teacher, Mrs. Zeuner who believed in me and because of her I have a deep appreciation of the arts that I have tried to carry out through my high school and college careers. And last but not least, there is my third grade teacher Sr. Therese, the woman is a saint. I’ll never forget our daily rosary prayer session in the chapel, the cursive lessons, and our weekly spelling bees. At the end of that particular school year she even gave me her blue rosary beads she used everyday which I still prize and use. Because of Sr. Therese I have learned to pray and I understand the importance of prayer and how it is our direct line to God.

St. Francis has become more of a family than a school for me. The people there have nurtured me to enable me to become the strong, independent person I am today. I have formed friendships, some that even have lasted to this day. It is safe to say without the St. Francis family I would be a different person.

I am aware of the controversy around this decision to have the school closed but I hope we can put this behind us and move forward. I am not saying I agree or support what has happened and how this situation has been handled, but, we cannot linger on this unfortunate event. We must move on and forge ahead like the strong family we are. We need to ensure that our parish is not affected because then I will shortly be writing about our church being closed down.

Before graduating from St. Francis back in 2005 I remember thinking how this school will live on forever. I even thought of one day sending my children to St. Francis so that they could have the same experiences as I did. Never would I have imagined that these thoughts would merely be dreams.

My heart is heavy and tears have been shed. My hopes are that we can come together and protect what remains of our family. I pray that the St. Francis of Assisi parish will once again see its golden days.

Goodbye to an institution, a family, and a legend that will live on forever in my heart and fond, loving memories and those of others.

Danke Schön!

Whoever is in charge of this Vogue Germany shoot with Victoria Beckham is genius. I think this is one of best spreads I have seen of the fashion icon. The pictures I found are from CoCoPerezand they are gorgeous. Hope you enjoy and appreciate as much as I do.

Don't Worry, Be Happy

These infamous words sung by Bobby McFerrin are words to live by.

Worrying has been my job since I was born. Currently with my unsuccessful hunt for a job, I find myself a bit flustered, and, well, worried. Because I happen to be having one of those rare good days I feel like being an optimist. Everything happens for a reason. If life seems bleak now, it will all work itself out. Just keep doing what you're doing. Someone will notice you are worthy of success and happiness. In the meantime, don't worry about the things that you can't control. Just smile.

I am thankful for everything in my life, including the not so great times. Without struggle, I wouldn't be able to become the person I am today. The bumps in the road are what build character. Being a Stepford machine doesn't sound like fun to me. So think of crappy moments as character building exercise. Half glass full, that's all I'm saying.

And if my words fail to help then I suggest watching "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" which has become my new favorite show. If that doesn't make you're sides split, then I don't know what will cheer you up. Those guys are genius and funny...okay some may call the humor "crude" but I promise it is worthy every second.

Now, I am well aware of what today is. So for all my friends who plan on celebrating a certain holiday: be carful, please. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, kids!

Hopefully catch you all in good spirits,

Catherine

Pipe Dreams

Dear Cute Boy from Theology Class,

Thank you for looking like you have walked out of a GQ editorial. It makes my Mondays and Wednesdays. Finally a guy who gets it. I apologize for staring at you as I am pretty sure you caught me today and just smiled it off like the nice person I am sure you are. My school girl crush is simply a dream because I know you are way too good for me. It happens, I'll get over it like I always do. So while I fantasize about our lives together, maybe I'll actually have the courage to say 'hi' to you. But for now all I can do is dream.

Thank you for providing inspiration,

Catherine

I Need to get this Off My Chest...

...Just had a discussion about David Henrie with the roommates. Conclusion: he's hot. I mean come on, just look at him. For a Disney Channel star he is quite the looker. Plus, and I have people to back me up on this, he plays a good character on "Wizards of Waverly Place." He's funny (further proof on his twitter), good looking, and he has tattoos...he's like the badass of Disney Channel stars. AND what takes the cake for me at least is the fact that he comes from an Italian family. You can't go wrong. So move over Justin Bieber and the brothers they call Jonas. David Henrie steals the show this time. I am a fan of David Henrie. There, I said it. Hopefully we'll be seeing more of him.

So kids, don't be afraid to admit your heart's desire, even if it is a crush on a Disney Channel star. Catch you soon my future David Henrie fans.

-Catherine

"Mommy, why isn't Jesus here yet?"

I forgot when I last saw the sun. This East Coast weather is not cutting it. First three straight days of rain and now it is just cloudy and gloomy. I thought it was spring...where is the sun people!?

It's crazy how the weather can affect my mood. I always feel unmotivated and restless when the weather gets like this. Cabin fever is not a fun thing. Of course the weather will be nice when I'm home and not here at school. Not. Fair.

Well that's enough of the weather. Today is the last day of March making it the third month of 2010 coming to a close. Woah. Three months already, everything feels like a dream- it goes by so fast. This week is also Holy Week for all those Christians out there and Passover for all my Jewish friends. Lots of religion going on this week.

When I was little I never understood the concept of Holy Week and Easter. When they told me that Jesus resurrects from the dead on Easter I remember looking out my window on Easter Sunday waiting for Jesus to walk down my street (it didn't happen). I was quite disappointed to find out that Jesus doesn't actually re-resurrect every Easter and goes and visits everyone kind of like Santa Claus. And hence the title of this post. That is what my 6 year old self asked my Mom after she found me staring out the window.

Now that I'm a bit older I guess you could say I've come to appreciate Holy Week even more. When I go to all the masses during Holy Week I feel whole. I only feel this way during Easter time. There's something about the prayer and reflection that is quite different to Christmas. Easter is a strange combination of solemnity and joy. The whole week leading up to Easter I go to mass, think about my life, the people I've hurt, the promises broken, the lies told. Then I think about my relationship with God and that always gets messy. By the time Easter rolls around I feel like a clean slate- fresh start. I guess that's the beauty of the Easter season.

And there is my quick moment of being "deep." If you are suffering through this gloomy weather my I suggest a song to make you feel alive again. I'm sure everyone has heard it by Train's "Hey Soul Sister" is just pure amazing genius. Without at fail it puts a smile on my face. Whoever they wrote this song about is one lucky girl.

So enjoy this cute video and have doing some self reflection, kids.

Catch you later,

Catherine

One of the Guys...

This past Saturday I spent 4 and 1/2 hours in the basement of a Knights of Columbus with 8 men.

I had the pleasure of being dragged by my father to his fantasy baseball league draft. Apparently I bring my uncle and him good luck. I made an appearance at a draft 2 years ago...at least it was at a nice restaurant and there was another woman there to help ease the pain.

I did not think it was possible for one brain to contain so many useless facts about EVERY American sport. Baseball, basketball, football...could you imagine? All that time and effort that is put in to knowing this information. I mean, I can't imagine these men apply it to their careers. Well. Except for one in attendance who was a sports journalist- and easy on the eyes I might add. But still all that time and energy could be put into something else like learning a new language or trying to solve the financial crisis.

Well, I guess the saying's right- boys will be boys.

But seriously. More than 4 hours of listening to childish insults, fat jokes, racial slurs, and arguments over people I didn't know and didn't care to find out. There was a comment about Eva Longoria but I don't I should repeat it here...the Blogspot people might shut me down. Eva, let's just say you have some passionate male fans.

The highlight of the day: I got to pull names out of a hat which determined the divisions each team was in. Woo frickin' Hoo. However, I do believe there is a lesson to be learned (or is it learnt? 14 years of school and I still have poor grammar skills). If I gain half of this sports knowledge that these guys have then maybe it would provide as good conversation with a really cute (straight) guy I happen to meet. A way to a man's heart is not through is stomach but through ESPN knowledge. hmm. We'll have to let that one sit, see how it feels.

Well kiddies, that's it for me. By writing this post I have delayed writing a paper. Oh yeah my priorities are totally straight. Oye. Remember procrastinating is never a good thing and that the first Major League All-Star game was played on July 6, 1933 (the American League won).

Your Baseball Aficionado,

Catherine

Marzo è Pazzo!

A snowy Columbus Circle...pic taken by yours truly

The 3rd month of 2010 has begun. Wow. Well sorry to have not post in a while. I'll try to keep posting more frequently in March.

Lenten promises= great successes thus far except for I had sweets like once.

Crazy blizzard in NYC! Me and 2 of my roommates, Amy and Eleni celebrated our snow day with a trip to Central Park. This is where we built Lelana, the Hawaiian Ice Princess (above). Isn't she a beaut? It was probably the most surreal experience being in a snow covered Central Park...my inner child couldn't contain itself. I was six again and reveled in every second of it.

There's something about snow days that brings out the joy in people. Everyone in the park had a beaming smile. It's nice when everyone can be happy together, yay for snow!

Unfortunately the weekend also brought tragedy with the earthquake in Chile. My prayers go out to everyone there. Hear to hoping relief and restoration will come soon.

On another note, this week commences midterms. A joyous weekend has been quickly forgotten and replaced with notes and stress. At least I have a nice weekend to look forward to.

Well kids, go find that inner child and let it run wild. You won't regret, I promise.

Try not to have a stressful week,

Catherine

Gold for the Golden Boy

A celebratory Evan in his Vera Wang costume...can't get enough. Courtesy of the New York Times.

Evan Lysacek has done it! He beat out Russia's Plushenko in a beautiful performance for the gold medal in men's figure skating! It has been 22 years since an American has won men's figure skating. And boy does victory feel sweet. I was watching from my dorm room with my friend, Camille, a fellow figure skater, on the phone throughout Evan's program. My heart racing and ohmygod-ing for the four plus minutes, I have never felt such excitement and nerves. Music finishes and he knows it- Evan skated a perfect program. It was plenty to beat out Plushenko's, um, artistic (?) program. Apparently what he did was legitimate footwork (cool judges).

I do have to mention though I was routing for Johnny Weir who I think was cheated. He skated so well and did a wonderful job and did not deserve 6th place, (really, you give Plushenko the same artistry score as Evan and Johnny is 6th? wow), he deserved at least 4th maybe even the bronze. This is the price one has to pay to actually be themselves.

Well Evan, good job, I am very proud.

Stuff like this just makes me proud to be an American...yay for the Olympics. Kids, I hope you're proud too...get you're American on. Enjoy the weekend.

-Catherine

My heart WILL go on...

Perks of going to school in NYC...going to movie premieres. Especially ones that include Leonardo DiCaprio and Martin Scorsese. My pictures are bad but the mental images of seeing Mr. Scorsese and Mr. DiCaprio wave will be imprinted in my brain forever. Cannot wait to see Shutter Island!!!!

Oh and Happy Ash Wednesday! I got my ashes like a good Christian and so begins Lent. I gave up dessert and biting my nails. Day one of forty is going well...39 more days to go (hopefully I can actually follow through this year).

In honor of the Olympics I will now discuss my passion for Evan Lysacek. He's beautiful, straight, and wears Vera Wang costumes. Perfection. Just for pulling off a Vera Wang costume he should win the gold. Look at him, he's just so easy on the eyes....swoon. Well good luck Evan, hopefully you make America proud.

Evan smoldering in Vera Wang...Love it.

Well kids, I hope you have/had a lovely day. Go out and explore your surroundings you never know what you might find...maybe you'll stumble upon a movie premiere. Have fun. Catch you later.

-Catherine

He ate my heart...you belong with me?

Last night. 52nd annual Grammy Awards. Beyonce and Lady GaGa looked divine as always. Also, GaGa tore the house down with Sir Elton John and Beyonce snabbed 6 awards. However, all fashion mishaps aside, the biggest upset was Album of the Year. Taylor Swift (btdubs what was she wearing?) in my humble opinion didn't deserve that trophy certainly not over Beyonce and Lady GaGa (have you heard their albums- AMAZING). Look, if there was an appropriate time for Kanye West to interrupt it would've been then. I mean Taylor's stuff is okay, nothing special, you guys can't honestly tell me you enjoyed whatever that was she did with Stevie Nicks. Of course Stevie was incredible and showed up Taylor on her own song, "You Belong With Me" ha. The kid needs some voice lessons or something because in my eyes, if the live performance can't meet the standards of the album, then the artist isn't that talented.

There are my two cents.

But to leave on a positive note....

...Are you dying yet? Me & City just released their ads featuring the beautiful Agyness Deyn and the sexy Orlando Bloom. I found these little gems on CocoPerez where you can see the rest of the photos from this shoot.

Happy Monday and February kids!

-Catherine

"Live Like You're Dying"

This past week my roommates and I saw on MTV a show called "The Buried Life". It's a reality show that follows four guys in their 20s (Dave, Ben, Duncan & Jonnie above) who are on a mission to fulfill the 100 items on their bucket list- things they want to do before they die. For each time they cross off something on their list they in turn have to help a stranger fulfill one thing on their list. For example, one episode was focused on crashing a wedding a making a speech, while they were doing this, the guys met an artist who wanted to reconnect with his son that he hasn't seen in 17 years. They found his son and the artist was able to meet his son for the first time in a long time. (You can watch this episode here.)

I think this is the most genuine show I've ever seen...especially on MTV (kudos for this one). The concept is so fresh and touching. I think it's nice that these incredibly charming (and gorgeous) guys want to live their lives to the fullest all while helping others do the same. It's very inspirational and I hope that all four of them are able to cross every item off that list and maybe create another one.

After watching the show, it got me thinking. What can I do to help others? How can I improve the quality of my life? I think that everyone, including myself, can learn a little something from these gentlemen. If you're not happy with you're life, fix it. Be active, you only live once, so make the most of it. So my question for you kids, what do you want to do before you die?

-Catherine

To learn more about The Buried Life and their list, click here. And make sure to catch the show Mondays at 10 pm on MTV.

Reid, you stole my heart.

Sorry to not update in awhile...seems like laziness has won again. Seems like my New Year's resolution of being more productive hasn't been working out so well.

Well let's see, my first week back in Big Apple was very low key...just how I like it. Call me a romantic or a walking cliche but I just get my kicks from walking around and people watching...however I have yet to visit my beloved Central Park- I haven't been back there since 2009....this needs to be fixed very soon.

So what have I been doing? Homework. ha. This semester is going to kick bootaay which I guess is ok. My profs seem pretty cool so hopefully they'll give me good grades! oh, I'm just kidding, "teachers don't give grades, you earn them". So far the extent of my fun has been watching Criminal Minds with the roommates...I am telling you that Matthew Gray Gubler aka Dr. Spencer Reid is extremely easy on the eyes (picture above).

Sadly, last Friday Mr. Conan O'Brien had his last show as host of the Tonight Show. In my opinion probably the best exit from a show I've ever seen. And can I tell you the words he said at the end of the show were so inspiring and touching. What I loved is when he addressed his younger fans and said, "All I ask of you is one thing: please don't be cynical. I hate cynicism-it's my least favorite quality and it doesn't lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you're kind, amazing things will happen." I feel like he was sending me a message...I should work on that cynicism thing I have. These are some words to live by. Thank you Conan for that, can't wait for your next project.

There's really no transition here but I'd thought I'd mention the article on John Mayer in Rolling Stone magazine. That man I believe is the most misunderstood person in Hollywood. He's a brilliant artist and genius and all he's looking for is someone to love him for him, not the tabloid poster boy he's become to be known as. I respect that and I think he's entitled to some genuine love. Team Mayer.

Ok, I think I bored everyone enough with my ranting. I apologize. Off to return to the real world.

Keep it classy kids,

Catherine

Empire State

After being in the 'burbs of Jersey for a month I have finally returned to the city that never sleeps. Seeing old friends, going to my parish, and visiting my high school were all very surreal. Grant it I only was away since August prior to returning for the holidays in December but it was still all very strange. I had to pack to return to my house, the house I grew up in during my childhood and part of my infancy. It felt good to be in my own bed again. The mini reunions amongst friends were enjoyable. Listening to my pastor speak again was refreshing. But most importantly spending time with my family is what made me feel blessed and happy to return home. I never warmed up to my family exactly during my adolescence but since being away, I have come to appreciate them and all of their quirks. Everyone has a dysfunctional family right? Well, I finally learned to accept mine and have decided not to change a thing about them.

It was nice to see everyone but at the same time I was dying to return to my other home...my dorm. I honestly am blessed to have the roommates that I do, I think God put us all together with the intention of creating long lasting friendships. My four roommates are my other family...the siblings I never had. I'm a fortunate and lucky girl.

Since today is Sunday, and yes I did go to church, 7:30 am mass to be exact, I'd like to quote something from one of the readings taken from a letter of St. Paul to the Corinthians: "Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of service, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of working, but it is the same God who inspires them all in every one," (1 Corinthians 12:4-6). We all have unique gifts and ways of serving the community but it is one God that inspires us to fulfill these acts.

Thought for the day: As you try to carry out the works of God look for Him in everyone you meet, you might be surprised in what you find.

Peace,

Catherine

Can We All Just Get Along??

The holiday hangovers have faded and everyone's returning for grandma's house. It's back to school and work for most of us as the new decade makes its way through January. Even though it's only the 16th a lot has managed to happen.

Just when I thought it was a fairly peaceful start to a new year, the tragedy in Haiti began. Now, I don't know what your political/ personal opinions are, but, I think as a rich nation, we should come together and help the people of Haiti. Instead of joining bogus Facebook groups just go the extra mile to type in the URL for The American Red Cross, UNICEF, or Doctor's Without Borders. To make it easier I'll put the links here:

http://www.supportunicef.org/site/pp.asp?c=9fLEJSOALpE&b=1023561

http://doctorswithoutborders.org/

http://www.redcross.org/

How could you refuse to help this face?

On the other end of the spectrum there has been the controversy of Jay Leno and Conan O'Brien. I believe that NBC has wronged Mr. O'Brien and they will regret their decision to kick him to the curb. So what his ratings are down for a bit? What, are the executives worried they'll some of their money? I think they could survive. Conan is a comic genius. I'm sorry if the majority of America doesn't understand his smart humor- God forbid America has to use their brains to understand a joke. Jay Leno, it is time to graciously retire and permanently hand over the torch to its rightful owner, Conan O'Brien. No one likes a selfish man...it's simply not classy and doesn't become anyone. Well no matter where Conan ends up, I support him 100% and I'm sure he'll be successful in what ever he chooses to do next.

So our lessons for today kids? When a person is in need, share the wealth. We are luck people to be living in a free country. No matter how much or little a person has there is always someone who has it worse. Tragedy happens to the best of us. I know I would want a helping hand if something where to altar my life in some earth shattering way. Like I said, selfishness doesn't become anyone. So, don't be like the bullies at NBC, it's not cool to kick a person when they're down. Helping a person in the smallest way can make a big difference in the world. So today, help someone in need.

Peace,

Catherine