<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907</id><updated>2012-01-27T07:47:23.265-05:00</updated><category term='-'/><title type='text'>The "Guga" stage of my life</title><subtitle type='html'>Some noteworthy happenings in the life of a middle-age (if I live to be 100)wife, mother, mother-in-law, and grandmother.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7856168763794215177</id><published>2012-01-25T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:13:13.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>We just came back from our annual trip to the Caribbean. We have gone enough times now - we really have the system down pat: Sleep, eat, relax, eat, walk on beach, relax, eat, sleep. The resort was beautiful, the weather was cooperative, the company was fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy for us to go on vacation. How do you leave 5 dogs, 4 indoor cats, and a hoard of stray cats that rely on Mr. Wonderful's kindness to get them through the Winter?? Although Allison lives with us, her schedule is too crazy to handle all that needed to be done. We enlisted the help of Bobby. He was a great sport and moved into our house for the week and he and his sister did a bang-up job of taking care of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy finding gifts on the island to bring home to your adult children. I was not bringing them trinkets or Tee-Shirts. Mr. W. had a better plan. He went to the duty-free shop and bought them "thank-you" gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought Allison a carton of cigarettes (save your comments... she smokes, get over it). We bought Bobby a bottle of booze. The kids were so grateful when they opened their gifts - they said, "We have the BEST parents. They go on vacation and bring us home cigarettes and scotch. We might as well be Sinatras!" Gotta love their enthusiasm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7856168763794215177?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7856168763794215177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7856168763794215177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7856168763794215177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7856168763794215177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3184523495871028104</id><published>2012-01-11T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T08:24:21.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>East meets West</title><content type='html'>We had dinner with Suse's family this past weekend, ie. "The official meeting of the parents".  What a wonderful time we had!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed each moment of the hours we were there.  People have been asking if we all discussed the wedding.  Quite frankly, the subject of the wedding barely came up.  There were more important things to talk about.  We exchanged stories, shared good food and had many laughs.  It was quite clear that they loved their daughter just as much as we loved our son.  Most importantly, they loved our son as much as we loved their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not until days later that I really realized what happened that evening.  Here were 2 families coming together - with nothing in common except that their kids fell in love.  Somehow, that was enough glue to bond the relationship between us.  Looking forward to watching the future unfold with our extended family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3184523495871028104?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3184523495871028104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3184523495871028104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3184523495871028104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3184523495871028104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/east-meets-west.html' title='East meets West'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-9047398262210631778</id><published>2012-01-06T12:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:10:01.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMSVdrBUb_w/TwcqnEeVxGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FbgNUu3xsgk/s1600/ally%2Bava%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMSVdrBUb_w/TwcqnEeVxGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FbgNUu3xsgk/s320/ally%2Bava%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694567104537543778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally - nearly 10&lt;br /&gt;Ava - 5 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I carry your hearts with me... I carry them in my heart"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-9047398262210631778?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9047398262210631778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=9047398262210631778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/9047398262210631778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/9047398262210631778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-angels.html' title='Christmas Angels'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMSVdrBUb_w/TwcqnEeVxGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FbgNUu3xsgk/s72-c/ally%2Bava%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3545445635029356879</id><published>2012-01-06T11:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:28:31.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7CTnihRSUs/TwctyXIZTJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rEN8CUJkSPk/s1600/fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7CTnihRSUs/TwctyXIZTJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rEN8CUJkSPk/s320/fireplace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694570597059218578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the need to provide some magic on Christmas for my family.  It was going to be tough this year... All the kids are doing well financially so a fat check was not going to make an impact, I needed to come up with a new plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my sister up as a surprise!  It was perfect!  Even Mr. Wonderful had no clue!  I left my house as if I was going to the office, only to return with my sister in the car!  I asked Mr. W to please get the package from my front seat - He was shocked!  Okay, one down 10 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showed up at Allison's restaurant and totally shocked her as well!!  This was too easy - LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve, Wendy and my mom came over - BOOM!  Another surprise for them!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day - Bobby and Suse - BAM!! - YAY!!  Then the rest of the clan showed up - SURPRISE!!! - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a lot of nice memories.... It was a wonderfully magical Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntd8YCvB8ro/Twcrw2uekxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2P9BWKQKuKw/s1600/ang%2Blin%2Blou%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntd8YCvB8ro/Twcrw2uekxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2P9BWKQKuKw/s320/ang%2Blin%2Blou%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694568372157453074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect Centerpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpYbmcQ_Glo/Twct5seMELI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_Dpo3Zney6k/s1600/centerpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpYbmcQ_Glo/Twct5seMELI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_Dpo3Zney6k/s320/centerpiece.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694570723046854834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma with the future Bride and Groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mB_yc6dTOw/TwcuJb-bpKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pELZ6k_A040/s1600/gram%2Bbob%2Bsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mB_yc6dTOw/TwcuJb-bpKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/pELZ6k_A040/s320/gram%2Bbob%2Bsu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694570993496597666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison in her "Lazy All Day" outfit - note the "bacon and egg" shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_QzG_Ij9R8/TwcuYEyyzmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kHooE4mM184/s1600/allison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_QzG_Ij9R8/TwcuYEyyzmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kHooE4mM184/s320/allison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694571244971806306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3545445635029356879?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3545445635029356879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3545445635029356879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3545445635029356879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3545445635029356879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w7CTnihRSUs/TwctyXIZTJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rEN8CUJkSPk/s72-c/fireplace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4497052935815109379</id><published>2011-12-04T08:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T09:14:54.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhUNc7zAemY/Ttt_Ozj18sI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8EwKczxc--A/s1600/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhUNc7zAemY/Ttt_Ozj18sI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8EwKczxc--A/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682275247193453250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we celebrated our 34th Wedding Anniversary. I was 20 yrs. old when we married - WHAT WAS I THINKING??? LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day as if it was yesterday. The weather was unseasonably warm. My father and I walked arm and arm to Aunt Tessie's house for a simple lunch - some homemade meatballs, Italian bread, and a glass of wine. The photographer was coming at 5 and the limo was picking us up at 5:30 - we hurried back to his apartment. A favorite Uncle of mine surprised us with an impromptu visit - a very special moment for both of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we are on our way to the Church - I will never forget the love in my dad's eyes that day. As we stood in the Church vestibule, waiting to make our entrance, he said to me, "I love you and I want you to be happy... Say the word and we will walk out of here and never look back." I assured him that "I was sure, I was in love, I was happy" - and down the aisle we went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say... the rest is history.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8YmZj_QkWg/Ttt_w4ZdLhI/AAAAAAAAAWM/a_46pjAUBCU/s1600/me%2Band%2Bpapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8YmZj_QkWg/Ttt_w4ZdLhI/AAAAAAAAAWM/a_46pjAUBCU/s320/me%2Band%2Bpapa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682275832607616530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4497052935815109379?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4497052935815109379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4497052935815109379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4497052935815109379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4497052935815109379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-3.html' title='December 3'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhUNc7zAemY/Ttt_Ozj18sI/AAAAAAAAAWA/8EwKczxc--A/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-6165071714614392327</id><published>2011-11-30T08:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T08:50:04.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the holidays begin...</title><content type='html'>After last year's fire, I was determined to start the holidays off with a bang this year - and just continue the celebration all year long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wreath made it to the front door on the Saturday BEFORE Thanksgiving - a record for us!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiWyNiRGkNQ/TtYsgAbxrAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DdrRdKWnqJk/s1600/wreath%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiWyNiRGkNQ/TtYsgAbxrAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DdrRdKWnqJk/s320/wreath%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680776908358396930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, 2 of Allison's past roommates from Key West flew up to be with us.  Chad and Greg were wonderful hosts during our annual girls' trip to Key West last year, so we were all looking forward to seeing them once again.  This was the first time in over 10 years that Allison was spending Thanksgiving with us - I was so happy when the boys planned to join us - It was a special day for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something to be said about having "restaurant people" for dinner - Allison orchestrated the entire clean-up.  I never left the table!!  Thank you Allison, Chad, Greg, Bobby and Suse - you guys did a fanstastic job - and I know I used nearly every plate, bowl and platter I own!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXbRd6FMqNA/TtYzDadx0MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QUDcp92u0p0/s1600/table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXbRd6FMqNA/TtYzDadx0MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QUDcp92u0p0/s320/table.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680784113711304898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I am sure most people relaxed or went shopping - NOT US!!  Allison, the boys and I trekked into the City for a fabulous lunch at Becco (Lidia's restaurant) - then off to Rockefeller Center for a peek at the tree and store windows - then finally to Broadway to see "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" - We MAY have stopped for a cocktail or two along the way! - What a wonderful day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday - Mr. Wonderful and I ventured over to New Jersey to see my treasured cousins.  Lunch with Little Angela and her family, a visit with Cousin Paul and his family - and finally dinner with Cousin Kathy and some good friends.  A BIG thank you Mr. W for NEVER complaining about the drive there or back.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugVvqLjRaKo/TtYzg-Y5o4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/7W0X3mGrkyw/s1600/clara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugVvqLjRaKo/TtYzg-Y5o4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/7W0X3mGrkyw/s320/clara.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680784621570728834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - (All those faces made sitting in traffic worthwhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last field trip of the weekend: Sunday Brunch with all the kids, then a trip to the airport to send Chad and Greg home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time this weekend - more importantly, I am hoping we started some new Holiday traditions.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSA6Brd1oG4/TtY0Di6HXHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0q-RP3f4SC8/s1600/bobby%2Bsuse%2Band%2Bsis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gSA6Brd1oG4/TtY0Di6HXHI/AAAAAAAAAV0/0q-RP3f4SC8/s320/bobby%2Bsuse%2Band%2Bsis.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680785215489268850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are what we make of them.... I am choosing to make wonderful memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-6165071714614392327?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6165071714614392327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=6165071714614392327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6165071714614392327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6165071714614392327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-holidays-begin.html' title='And the holidays begin...'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiWyNiRGkNQ/TtYsgAbxrAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/DdrRdKWnqJk/s72-c/wreath%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-1437671470079043073</id><published>2011-11-21T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:51:39.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing by 2 feet!</title><content type='html'>So happy to announce that Bobby has propsed to Suse and she has agreed to marry him.  And so our family will grow once again!  They are college sweethearts, dating for 5 years.  They have done everything "by the book".  It is so nice to have something wonderful and exciting to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be the perfect way to jump start the holiday season.  So many things have gone through my mind - all of them about the upcoming wedding - but, just for now, I think I am going to enjoy the moment, savor each detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing them a lifetime of togetherness.... Joys added, Sorrows subtracted, Happiness multiplied, and Love undivided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-1437671470079043073?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1437671470079043073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=1437671470079043073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1437671470079043073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1437671470079043073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/11/growing-by-2-feet.html' title='Growing by 2 feet!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-1094139990656984333</id><published>2011-10-20T09:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:55:24.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sandwich Generation</title><content type='html'>We are officialy the "sandwich" generation.  We are responsible for the care of our aging parents as well as the care of our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, our children are all adults - but I did not find the switch to "turn off the worry".  Please, if any of you know where it is, send me directions!!  I am still amazed at how much we worry about our kids.  Did our parents worry about us like this???  I think I am still trying to be "Super-Mom" - be all things to all kids.  That job is getting old real fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we throw my mother in to the mix.  She is the only "grandparent" still alive.  She is getting on in years.  She lives alone.  She has chosen to live in Ridge, or as I like to call it, "Guam".  I constantly find myself tossed between spending the weekends with Mr. Wonderful and my kids OR trudging out to Guam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my entire married life trying to be a good wife and mother.  Now, I am struggling with being a dutiful daughter as well.  I want to be a good role model for my kids - but then again, I DO NOT WANT THEM WORRYING ABOUT ME when I am older.  There has to be an answer to this puzzle.... I just can't seem to figure this out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-1094139990656984333?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1094139990656984333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=1094139990656984333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1094139990656984333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1094139990656984333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/sandwich-generation.html' title='The Sandwich Generation'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4982401669888924299</id><published>2011-09-21T07:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:04:03.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh... Can you hear that?</title><content type='html'>As I was walking the pups this morning, it was exceptionally quiet outside. There were no cars, no garbagemen, no school buses yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawn was still wet with dew. The moon was still visible and the sun was still rising. You could hear the birds chirping in the distance... It was still a little chilly, but there was a promise of warmer weather to come later in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many mornings I missed these same occurrences? When was the last time you witnessed the serenity of a Fall morning??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is way too short, and we only get one shot at it. This morning I had a wake-up call to stop and enjoy all the beauty that surrounds me. I hope this serves as a reminder to you, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4982401669888924299?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4982401669888924299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4982401669888924299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4982401669888924299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4982401669888924299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/shhhh-can-you-hear-that.html' title='Shhhh... Can you hear that?'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-6278154503009321481</id><published>2011-09-16T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:22:03.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Irene</title><content type='html'>Long Island had its first hurricane in many, many years. We live 3 houses away from the water, so naturally, we were under mandatory evacuation. So, naturally, we went nowhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the only ones left on the block. Bobby lives on the fourth floor of his building, so we told him to stay put! Michelle lives on the water, so she packed up her husband and their dog and camped out with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Allison was the one who has had so much hurricane experience - (nicknamed FEMA by the other restaurant owners) - she took control of the situation and we were all given assignments: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wonderful got on the roof and secured the flashing around the chimneys and taped up all the skylights. He brought in everything from outdoors that could be moved (furniture, plants, small trees, etc.) He made sandbags and put them by the garage doors to stop flood waters from invading us. He filled the empty bottles from our water cooler with water in case we would need them to flush the toilets in later days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in charge of food - I cooked up lots of things that were in the freezer in the event that we lost power. I could always heat things on the gas BBQ. I had enough food prepared to last a week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison made sure we had plenty of ice - and "adult libations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle took care of snacks and "adult libations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was in charge of keeping himself sober enough to get his sisters safely to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already had an ample supply of flashlights, batteries and candles. All that was left was to wait for the storm to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up a makeshift bedroom with an air mattress for Michelle and hubby in between the livingroom and diningroom. We designated the garage as the smoking section. And we proceeded to do what we do best - HAVE A PARTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that we did not sustain any damage during the storm.  We did lose electricity for a couple days AFTER the storm  and we adapted just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we look back at "Hurricane Irene" - I am sure we will each remember all the laughs that we shared that night.  We managed to make a wonderful memory from a "natural disaster".  I am so proud to be the Mom in this family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-6278154503009321481?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6278154503009321481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=6278154503009321481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6278154503009321481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6278154503009321481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/hurricane-irene.html' title='Hurricane Irene'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7594270664905556123</id><published>2011-08-17T12:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T14:00:17.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good</title><content type='html'>I do apologize to my faithful readers... I know it has been a while... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an amazing Summer in that I made up my mind to enjoy every single day of this lovely weather.  I have been going to the beach as often as I can, basking in the sunshine and enjoying the gentle roar of the ocean.  I have been cleaning the house less and reading more.  This is a major change for me, but I figured it was about time I re-prioritized my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it was the fire.... or Allison moving back home.... or watching Mr. Wonderful turn 60 - but I know I have changed this year.  Change is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in touch with more family members on a regular basis (you gotta love texting, email and facebook!!)  I formed a book club with my twin 10 yr old cousins!  This simple little task has brought us close even though there are 100 miles between us!  I play scrabble (on my phone) with several 'out-of state' cousins everyday.  I am watching one of my "newest" cousins grown up with a new picture everyday - thanks to my iPhone as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison and I took an impromptu trip to Florida just to visit my sister.  It was wonderful just relaxing in her pool each day and sitting around the table each evening re-connecting.  There was something magical about that weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent an extended weekend in my Aunt's house in NJ - where I spent all my Summers growing up.  All 8 of us slept in a teeny tiny house with one bathroom.  This was the kids' idea of how we should spend Mr. W's 60th birthday!!  Happy to say that these kids did not miss a beat all weekend long; they laughed and partied and we made wonderful memories.  I am sure the police officer who showed up on Saturday night will remember us fondly, as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am paying more attention to my friends - making more time for "Girls' Night Out" - even if we are all home by 8:00pm!!  This is always a successful therapy session for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am buying fresh flowers to put in the vase for me to see as I enter the house each day.  I am using the 'good' wine glasses all the time.  I have finally tossed the frayed towels in the linen closet and spent a couple bucks to buy new ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest and best change of all..... I have convinced Mr. Wonderful that when we get an invitation to go somewhere we should ALWAYS accept if possible.  Life is too short.... and getting shorter every day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7594270664905556123?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7594270664905556123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7594270664905556123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7594270664905556123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7594270664905556123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/08/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2066623804204615981</id><published>2011-07-20T13:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:52:40.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a side note</title><content type='html'>I normally do not fill this page with nonsense.... but, just this once, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was standing in the doorway to my kitchen the other night observing my Mr. Wonderful as he was putting some items in the dishwasher.  All the silverware went in no problem.  He was even able to put in the dinner plates without any hesitation.  THEN THE FUN BEGAN!!  He proceeded to spend the next 15 minutes rearranging the top shelf of the dishwasher so he could "squeeze" in one bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?????  He could have washed that bowl 10 times in the time it took him to rearrange everything.  WHO DOES STUFF LIKE THAT?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....hands off, ladies.... He's ALL MINE!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2066623804204615981?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2066623804204615981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2066623804204615981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2066623804204615981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2066623804204615981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/07/side-note.html' title='a side note'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4252782483891068510</id><published>2011-06-28T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T11:55:14.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Didja Ever?</title><content type='html'>Didja ever wonder if you were doing it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didja ever wonder WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didja ever wonder if there were pieces missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didja ever wonder if you were missing "the message"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I was just wonderin'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4252782483891068510?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4252782483891068510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4252782483891068510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4252782483891068510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4252782483891068510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/didja-ever.html' title='Didja Ever?'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2752762040830949366</id><published>2011-06-21T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:02:00.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday was Father's Day - so while the rest of the country was honoring their dads - we were having a regular Sunday dinner - with the exception of a few extra greeting cards and gifts to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not host extended family this year - just Mr. Wonderful and the kids.  It was a PERFECT day.  No stress, lots of laughter, good food and a general "happiness in the air".  The older we get, the more we appreciate being around our children.  They are so diverse, so fun, and when they get together, all they want to do is laugh - IS THERE ANYTHING BETTER??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say that we had our kids when we were young, poor and stupid - perhaps we were not so stupid afterall???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2752762040830949366?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2752762040830949366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2752762040830949366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2752762040830949366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2752762040830949366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4368326869118355284</id><published>2011-06-16T15:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:20:14.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer List</title><content type='html'>OKAY - Summer is here  - time for a new list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the grill:&lt;br /&gt;Hot Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Turkery burgers&lt;br /&gt;Skirt Steaks&lt;br /&gt;Yukon Gold Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Wings&lt;br /&gt;Kielbasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the yard:&lt;br /&gt;Hammock&lt;br /&gt;Swing&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella and Picnic Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Deck:&lt;br /&gt;New cushions for the chairs&lt;br /&gt;Plant all the herbs&lt;br /&gt;Strategically placed flower pots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Mental Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;Margaritas&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise Margaritas&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cold Beer&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Peach Tea Cocktails&lt;br /&gt;Assorted Bellinis&lt;br /&gt;Mimosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK...CHECK.....CHECK.....CHECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the Sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4368326869118355284?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4368326869118355284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4368326869118355284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4368326869118355284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4368326869118355284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-list.html' title='Summer List'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-6689142694478765480</id><published>2011-06-08T08:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:31:30.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reveal</title><content type='html'>This is what it looked like when we bought the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzfgOZaqqDU/Te9uxJZ3ouI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dSgGRhxepSA/s1600/fireplace_old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzfgOZaqqDU/Te9uxJZ3ouI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dSgGRhxepSA/s320/fireplace_old.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615829050971366114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FIRST makeover - 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOvd51jsYmU/Te9up8oYoEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/aX-afviRyNA/s1600/FIREPLACE%2B2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOvd51jsYmU/Te9up8oYoEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/aX-afviRyNA/s320/FIREPLACE%2B2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615828927283503170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the morning after the fire - still so grateful that no one was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TPG7lNEM1E/Te9tmf40JoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/atX2G8-Eefc/s1600/FIREPLACE%2BFIRE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7TPG7lNEM1E/Te9tmf40JoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/atX2G8-Eefc/s320/FIREPLACE%2BFIRE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615827768516552322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!  The TV is not hung yet, and we need a screeen for the fireplace, but you get the idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNrgL5W_l5g/Te9tX7HPm4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Gb84nx2Tz5o/s1600/new%2BfireplaceJPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNrgL5W_l5g/Te9tX7HPm4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/Gb84nx2Tz5o/s320/new%2BfireplaceJPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615827518126791554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-6689142694478765480?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6689142694478765480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=6689142694478765480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6689142694478765480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6689142694478765480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/reveal.html' title='The Reveal'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pzfgOZaqqDU/Te9uxJZ3ouI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dSgGRhxepSA/s72-c/fireplace_old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2051641658656062344</id><published>2011-06-07T15:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:24:41.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RAISING FUNDS!</title><content type='html'>As my little cousin, Edward, is fighting pediatric cancer, our family participated in a fund raiser to support research to help fight this deadly disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my cousins.  I love how they did what they had to do to make this event a success.  I love how over 20 cousins showed up to walk on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event raised over $40,000 that morning.  I am proud to say that the "Smiles For Edward" Team raised nearly $10,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward, Mr. Wonderful and Brandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-hQw8Sx25Y/Te55QC44q_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/U683v2UN3FE/s1600/EDWARD%2Bbm%2BBRANDY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-hQw8Sx25Y/Te55QC44q_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/U683v2UN3FE/s320/EDWARD%2Bbm%2BBRANDY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615559101937921010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Cousins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rm0SUTTodWE/Te55LaOmXCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/LenZAppy5VU/s1600/BETTER%2BLOTS%2BOF%2BCOUSIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rm0SUTTodWE/Te55LaOmXCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/LenZAppy5VU/s320/BETTER%2BLOTS%2BOF%2BCOUSIN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615559022303665186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2AWfPlrG4s/Te55Hl3Jw1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/sly_J5YS2UQ/s1600/G%2BN%2BAUNT%2BMARY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2AWfPlrG4s/Te55Hl3Jw1I/AAAAAAAAAUA/sly_J5YS2UQ/s320/G%2BN%2BAUNT%2BMARY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615558956707070802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdtuZjzL0CE/Te55BW-hs4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/YyXh_2islYQ/s1600/ME%2BJUSTNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdtuZjzL0CE/Te55BW-hs4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/YyXh_2islYQ/s320/ME%2BJUSTNA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615558849632252802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FUND RAISERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sU2WwZIlGUI/Te54xJyt-bI/AAAAAAAAATw/CFsqaCMIbKc/s1600/CHEERING%2BEDWARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sU2WwZIlGUI/Te54xJyt-bI/AAAAAAAAATw/CFsqaCMIbKc/s320/CHEERING%2BEDWARD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615558571215157682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2051641658656062344?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2051641658656062344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2051641658656062344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2051641658656062344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2051641658656062344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/raising-funds.html' title='RAISING FUNDS!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-hQw8Sx25Y/Te55QC44q_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/U683v2UN3FE/s72-c/EDWARD%2Bbm%2BBRANDY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-5738637764658939027</id><published>2011-06-06T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:37:40.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More babies = More blankets!</title><content type='html'>For "Isabella" - our great-great niece in Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yhcE6wRIy1w/Tezl-fONyxI/AAAAAAAAATo/mtbcoMbzIAw/s1600/Isabella%2Bblanket%2Bphoto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yhcE6wRIy1w/Tezl-fONyxI/AAAAAAAAATo/mtbcoMbzIAw/s320/Isabella%2Bblanket%2Bphoto.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615115697119939346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for "Lucinda" in Michigan.  This is where Brandy came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MI2BDTl8ToM/TezlamraARI/AAAAAAAAATg/cKqSwxSg5Pc/s1600/Lucinda%2Bblanket%2Bphoto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MI2BDTl8ToM/TezlamraARI/AAAAAAAAATg/cKqSwxSg5Pc/s320/Lucinda%2Bblanket%2Bphoto.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615115080646131986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-5738637764658939027?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5738637764658939027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=5738637764658939027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5738637764658939027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5738637764658939027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-babies-more-blankets.html' title='More babies = More blankets!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yhcE6wRIy1w/Tezl-fONyxI/AAAAAAAAATo/mtbcoMbzIAw/s72-c/Isabella%2Bblanket%2Bphoto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2117208757791458125</id><published>2011-06-02T12:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:09:50.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Roll Call"</title><content type='html'>Louie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrmYXyw8qtk/Tee1efaKQDI/AAAAAAAAATU/ecLpVAOss20/s1600/louie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrmYXyw8qtk/Tee1efaKQDI/AAAAAAAAATU/ecLpVAOss20/s320/louie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613654995972538418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSDR9EBFLLU/Tee1X-UekEI/AAAAAAAAATM/3deiJhcvr1M/s1600/brandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bSDR9EBFLLU/Tee1X-UekEI/AAAAAAAAATM/3deiJhcvr1M/s320/brandy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613654884011118658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy - (Bobby's Dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLJlnBbkRwQ/Tee1JAQx4nI/AAAAAAAAATE/TFBMN1KRcdw/s1600/sammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lLJlnBbkRwQ/Tee1JAQx4nI/AAAAAAAAATE/TFBMN1KRcdw/s320/sammy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613654626834440818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloane - (Allison's Dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wICpqciOQnU/Tee057DeU_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Gg2xeKFtZ_E/s1600/sloane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wICpqciOQnU/Tee057DeU_I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Gg2xeKFtZ_E/s320/sloane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613654367738418162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma (Little Michael's dog), Sammy and Louie waiting for me to come home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBLC357W3gc/Tee0pP_1lmI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IVD_Tq_cFJ4/s1600/emma%2Bsammy%2Blou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBLC357W3gc/Tee0pP_1lmI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IVD_Tq_cFJ4/s320/emma%2Bsammy%2Blou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613654081302533730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wonderful and his "entourage" sharing some frosted cheerios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0_7Uw_Nkvs/Tee0VhlXJ3I/AAAAAAAAASs/WCpGULCY6_U/s1600/bm%2Band%2Bpups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0_7Uw_Nkvs/Tee0VhlXJ3I/AAAAAAAAASs/WCpGULCY6_U/s320/bm%2Band%2Bpups.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613653742425941874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL PRESENT AND ACCOUNTED FOR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2117208757791458125?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2117208757791458125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2117208757791458125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2117208757791458125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2117208757791458125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/06/roll-call.html' title='&quot;Roll Call&quot;'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nrmYXyw8qtk/Tee1efaKQDI/AAAAAAAAATU/ecLpVAOss20/s72-c/louie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3623810196696190313</id><published>2011-05-31T10:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:51:03.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months in</title><content type='html'>It has been nearly 5 months since "the fire". I am happy to say that the "re-build" is about 99% complete!! I will publish before and after pictures when everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior of the house has been completely washed.&lt;br /&gt;Living room, Dining room, Kitchen, Hallway - all repainted&lt;br /&gt;New fireplace - COMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;Living room floor - REPAIRED and refinished&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs bedroom: new walls, window, paint and floor is repaired.&lt;br /&gt;Vinyl siding - COMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just some odds and ends that need to be finished.... not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered new couches for the living room about 3 weeks ago. They will be ready in September - FOR REAL!! - LOL!!! It's just as well, Mr. Wonderful has been shopping for a new TV for the living room for the past 2 months and he has STILL not found anything to his liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung the old "silhouettes" in the bay window - (still waiting for the new ones to arrive) - Brandy has been enjoying standing on that windowsill perusing the neighborhood. Time to break her of THAT habit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, but surely, the home office is being emptied and things are finding their way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to have my dining room and kitchen back. Let the entertaining begin!! We don't really need the living room until the Winter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3623810196696190313?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3623810196696190313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3623810196696190313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3623810196696190313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3623810196696190313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-months-in.html' title='5 months in'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-9192603138660444575</id><published>2011-05-24T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T09:35:59.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Wonderful, The Fisherman</title><content type='html'>Mr. W and I have been together for 35 years - married for nearly 34. He has MANY wonderful characteristics, and a few minor flaws - (and I am entirely grateful that I can say (a "few").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it was my 12 years of Catholic School or a very strict mother who would impose severe consequences if I was even one minute late - but I am ALWAYS on time for whatever I have to do. In fact, I am usually early. I plan ahead and always consider all factors that may make me late and leave enough time to get where I am going in ample time. Mr. Wonderful..... well.... the man has no sense of time!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to tell him that we have to leave 30 minutes before we actually do. Inevitably, we leave 15 minutes late - OR MORE! It is the one crazy-ass habit of his that I cannot seem to break. Just this past week, we had a funeral in Brooklyn - the stress involved in getting that man out of the house was just mind-boggling! On Sunday, we had a Christening in New Jersey. We were doing well on the time, until we had some choice words in the kitchen prior to leaving the house. He was making himself a cup of coffee "to go". I reminded him that he has never successfully drank coffee while driving without spilling some on his shirt. I mentioned how cranky he would be if he spilled something on his brand new white shirt that took me 20 minutes to iron. He assured me that he had it all under control and off we went. SO.... I could not help but giggle to myself when he did indeed spill coffee on that pristine white shirt..... Then I started to squirm as he pulled in to the parking lot of a 7-11 in search of a "Tide Pen", only to emerge with a bottle of seltzer. Again, it was hard not to giggle as I watched him desperately try to clean away that stain - THEN I SAW THE CLOCK!!! Sometimes I swear he does these thngs intentionally just to make me crazy. SO, the man drove like a maniac and we made it to New Jersey in plenty of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know Mr. Wonderful, know that he is (was) an avid fisherman. Over 3 months ago, he and his friend planned a charter for striped bass. He had to leave the house this morning by 4:10am. It will never cease to amaze me how he made it out the door by 4:00 without any prodding from me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-9192603138660444575?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9192603138660444575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=9192603138660444575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/9192603138660444575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/9192603138660444575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/05/mr-wonderful-fisherman.html' title='Mr. Wonderful, The Fisherman'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3800294935494192629</id><published>2011-05-05T12:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:35:19.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guga to Many!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8J9fl6LQec/TcLdsl4xzWI/AAAAAAAAASU/fC3lR8ZIZ58/s1600/clara%2Bblanket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8J9fl6LQec/TcLdsl4xzWI/AAAAAAAAASU/fC3lR8ZIZ58/s320/clara%2Bblanket.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603284644556557666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I make the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kcgZpWgq0A/TcLd0ak4JGI/AAAAAAAAASc/pDRcpbEa3YM/s1600/nursery_complete_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kcgZpWgq0A/TcLd0ak4JGI/AAAAAAAAASc/pDRcpbEa3YM/s320/nursery_complete_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603284778959250530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see a picture of it in the nursery - awaiting the birth of the baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q26wCXNdkiA/TcLetg-RadI/AAAAAAAAASk/1GBGV_XIUJM/s1600/nat%2Bgrac%2Bcla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q26wCXNdkiA/TcLetg-RadI/AAAAAAAAASk/1GBGV_XIUJM/s320/nat%2Bgrac%2Bcla.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603285759928920530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, Clara has arrived.  Look at the proud big sisters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy to have these children in my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3800294935494192629?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3800294935494192629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3800294935494192629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3800294935494192629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3800294935494192629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/05/guga-to-many.html' title='Guga to Many!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8J9fl6LQec/TcLdsl4xzWI/AAAAAAAAASU/fC3lR8ZIZ58/s72-c/clara%2Bblanket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2609791989827068506</id><published>2011-04-20T08:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:09:42.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter?  Already??</title><content type='html'>It is mind boggling to me that Easter is upon us - Wasn't it just Christmas??? I guess having the house in disarray for so long has just interfered with my internal calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, my house is not ready for entertaining, so my mother has graciously offered to take the family out to dinner on Easter Sunday. I wonder if the restaurant staff is ready for our family? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they going to be amenable to each one of us venturing into the kitchen and lifting the pot lids? Will they let us drink our "before dinner" cocktails in the kitchen while we nibble on little goodies that the chef leaves on the counter? Do you think they will mind if we ask questions such as, "Is that fresh oregano or dried?" "Did you slice the garlic or use the microplane?" .... inquiring minds want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, I hope we are all restricted to the diningroom! I would hate it if everyone preferred going out to dinner in a restaurant rather than mulling around my house from morning to evening on any given holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better start working on the menu for Mother's Day!@!@#!%@#^%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2609791989827068506?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2609791989827068506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2609791989827068506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2609791989827068506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2609791989827068506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-already.html' title='Easter?  Already??'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3876380325798336696</id><published>2011-04-14T10:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:01:37.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Re-Build</title><content type='html'>I refuse to refer to this as "construction" any longer.  The fire was January 9 - Here it is, 3 months later, and we are still living in what could be deemed as a "bomb shelter" in most war torn countries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of posting some pictures... but I looked at the pictures - and they just do not depict the misery we have been dealing with.  Picture a GIANT BUBBLE (not unlike the one the infamous "bubble-boy" lived in) - this is what half my house has looked like for the past 3 months! They "hermetically" sealed off the livingroom from the rest of the house.  The diningroom was filled with the items that used to be in the livingroom.  Thus leaving the kitchen, bedroom, the office and bathrooms as the only usable portions of the house.  Mr. Wonderful and I have eaten over 150 meals on our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all fairness, it seems we have finally reached the last stages of this "re-build".  After much discussion (read that: I just nodded my head to whatever Mr. Wonderful wanted because I really had no energy left for viable input), a new fireplace design was born.  It is nearly completed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to prepare for the painters - Mr. W asked me if I wanted to change the color, I told him I would rather not and he agreed.  So the painters arrived.  Imagine my surprise when I came home to find my kitchen a different color.  Not to mention that my livingroom, diningroom and hallway also a shade deeper as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we are moving to a hotel for a couple days.  The "re-build-ers" are coming to refinish all the wood floors.  Mr. Wonderful helped prepare for this by putting anything he could carry by himself into our home office. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aIF7f2Eho4/TacaM1KrfTI/AAAAAAAAASM/urW-uxchlwg/s1600/photo%2Boffice%2B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aIF7f2Eho4/TacaM1KrfTI/AAAAAAAAASM/urW-uxchlwg/s320/photo%2Boffice%2B.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595469869763755314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (kindly hum the theme song to "Sanford and Son" as you view this picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we dropped off Brandy and Sammy at boarding school.  Gladly, they are rooming together and they will return on Monday.  The little dogs will be treated to a trip to the hotel with their perspective owners.  Bind Cat is also coming with us as Mr. Wonderful cannot bring himself to leave him home with the other cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Mr. Wonderful thinks that this is going to take the place of my "island vacation" that we missed in January due to this fire????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3876380325798336696?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3876380325798336696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3876380325798336696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3876380325798336696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3876380325798336696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/04/re-build.html' title='The Re-Build'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aIF7f2Eho4/TacaM1KrfTI/AAAAAAAAASM/urW-uxchlwg/s72-c/photo%2Boffice%2B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-6121734090161588752</id><published>2011-03-31T15:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:32:12.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GO WEST AND CONQUER!</title><content type='html'>I recently returned from a trip to Colorado to help out our nephew.  Jon is fighting cancer (melanoma on top of his head).  He had gone through two long bouts of chemo and he was ready for his first surgery.  I made the trip out there to take care of Jon and his son Nicholas.  I am happy to say that the surgery was a success in that the doctors feel they have removed the melanoma in its entirety and all the lymph nodes in his neck as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting and memorable 5 days.  It was my goal to get Jon back on his feet and keep his spirits optimistic after this surgery.  He will be facing some reconstructive surgery for his head and 2 more bouts of chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite memories is when I was washing Jon's hair.  He could not take a shower because of the drain in his neck (ok, admittedly he was a little Frankenstein-ish - but I do not have a weak stomach!)  Jon's hair was caked with dried blood and it was driving him crazy.  Now - how exaclty does a 5'2" little Italian Aunt wash the hair of her 6'4" nephew?? - PICTURE THIS:  Jon laying across the kitchen counters with his head nestled in my hands over the kitchen sink - THAT'S HOW!!  I will never forget how he looked at me and thanked me over and over for doing this for him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to spend some quality time with my Great-Nephew, Nicholas.  He is not quite 8 yrs. old and he just touched my heart.... I loved how he called me "Aunt Angela" the whole time!  Since I got lost on my first solo trip to the grocery store, I took Nicholas with me on the second trip.  I offered to pay him to get me there and back safely - AND HE DID!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved cooking and fussing over my two nephews - clearly, this was something neither was used to - and they were both so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Jon was so thankful that I was there.... I wonder if he realizes how wonderful it made me feel to do this for them???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-6121734090161588752?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6121734090161588752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=6121734090161588752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6121734090161588752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6121734090161588752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-west-and-conquer.html' title='GO WEST AND CONQUER!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-1530835683870604616</id><published>2011-03-15T12:34:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T08:52:33.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Al</title><content type='html'>Everyone has a special Uncle - Mine is Uncle Al.  At age 95(ish), he is now in the hospital suffering the effects of a couple strokes.  It is so sad to see that this is the way he is spending the last stage of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Al lives his life with no rules - except these few:  In the Winter you drink Rye.  Always red wine with dinner.  In the summer, beer with lunch, then gin and tonic with a piece of FRESH LIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has some fond memory of Uncle Al - but I think he will most be remembered for his crazy expressions. Just to name a few: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ball 4, Take a walk&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the Father, and of the Son, over the fence is a home run&lt;br /&gt;There are flowers on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Hey kid, you look like Gina Lollabrigida - walking backwards&lt;br /&gt;What a "maroon"&lt;br /&gt;Wrong Way Corrigan&lt;br /&gt;Rube Goldberg&lt;br /&gt;I'll drink to that!&lt;br /&gt;TO THE MOON!!&lt;br /&gt;What's up, doc?&lt;br /&gt;MY NERVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Win, Place and Show&lt;br /&gt;Your Raspberry Pie&lt;br /&gt;Next Case, 30 Days&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Mary, and Joseph  - and the Holy Ghost ran 4th&lt;br /&gt;Frick and Frack&lt;br /&gt;Flip and Flop&lt;br /&gt;I've seen better heads on stale beer&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames for people: Zelda, Mabel, Zeek, Horizontal, Pain-in-the-ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were kids, he used to make huge "bonfires" in his back yard and give us each twigs to roast marshmallows....  He could curse like a sailor, but always excused himself by following up with a loud "OOPS" after the profanity left his mouth.  He was different.... he was ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-1530835683870604616?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1530835683870604616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=1530835683870604616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1530835683870604616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1530835683870604616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/03/uncle-al.html' title='Uncle Al'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3544680347849377238</id><published>2011-03-09T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:42:32.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>Contractors have finally begun the reconstruction process (it's been 2 months since the fire).  Will post before and after pix when it is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that Mr. Wonderful and I can exist with just a kitchen, bathroom and bedroom - AND we are sharing that bedroom with 2 cats and 4 dogs most of the time.  This is actually good news.... I had been worried about scaling down to a smaller house when I retire.  Apparently, a 3 room apartment will more than suffice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids have been busy on their own private quests:&lt;br /&gt;Allison is getting her restaurant in tip top shape&lt;br /&gt;Bobby is working hard and saving money&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is waiting to hear about the mortgage they applied for&lt;br /&gt;Little Michael is attempting to figure out his next step&lt;br /&gt;Tricia is busy raising my beautiful granddaughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Robert Frost so profoundly said, "In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: IT GOES ON"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3544680347849377238?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3544680347849377238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3544680347849377238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3544680347849377238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3544680347849377238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/03/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7371428558056853014</id><published>2011-02-21T10:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:13:42.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boom?</title><content type='html'>It seems 2011 will prove to be a "baby boom"  - at least in my little corner of the world.  Below are pictures of baby blankets I finished so far this year.  If it is true when they say, "Idle hands are a devil's workshop" - then Satan should be staying far away from me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAOvYiQ9o9I/TWKKNF1ZFPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DTy6s1NB8Qg/s1600/dot%2Bblanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAOvYiQ9o9I/TWKKNF1ZFPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DTy6s1NB8Qg/s320/dot%2Bblanket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576171246147146994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urpQkQA6-9E/TWKKEYkG3rI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bDCYybXzSRY/s1600/boy%2Bblanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urpQkQA6-9E/TWKKEYkG3rI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bDCYybXzSRY/s320/boy%2Bblanket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576171096556101298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l5P9GUmkYDU/TWKJ3ymB5ZI/AAAAAAAAARs/qR8WLckcuvs/s1600/girl%2Bblanketjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l5P9GUmkYDU/TWKJ3ymB5ZI/AAAAAAAAARs/qR8WLckcuvs/s320/girl%2Bblanketjpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576170880205186450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7371428558056853014?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7371428558056853014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7371428558056853014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7371428558056853014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7371428558056853014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-boom.html' title='Baby Boom?'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VAOvYiQ9o9I/TWKKNF1ZFPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/DTy6s1NB8Qg/s72-c/dot%2Bblanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7090299988236768336</id><published>2011-02-15T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:45:44.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-'/><title type='text'>What's for dinner?</title><content type='html'>So Bobby calls me Sunday morning and says, "So Ma, wanna come here today?" - Who could turn down such a heartfelt invitation???  I said, "Sure, I'll bring dinner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. W. and I left our house 3 hours later carrying:&lt;br /&gt; - a stack of automotive magazines that Mr. W wanted to share with his son&lt;br /&gt; - a stack of mail for the kid who has not changed his address in a year&lt;br /&gt; - a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt; - a tray of piping hot chicken cacciatore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting us at Bobby's house:&lt;br /&gt; - Suse&lt;br /&gt; - a platter of fresh bread &lt;br /&gt; - fresh mozzarella&lt;br /&gt; - imported Portugese Cheese&lt;br /&gt; - roasting Portugese sausage&lt;br /&gt; - a good bottle of red wine&lt;br /&gt; - freshly brewed pot of coffee for Mr. W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A combined effort.... a perfect day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7090299988236768336?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7090299988236768336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7090299988236768336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7090299988236768336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7090299988236768336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner?'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-8192813935494642846</id><published>2011-02-08T14:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:58:19.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storchevoy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TVGgHjKbK0I/AAAAAAAAARc/t9rB1f-40Gs/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TVGgHjKbK0I/AAAAAAAAARc/t9rB1f-40Gs/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571410265592507202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long started this tradition of the kids knowing that Sunday dinner was always going to be at our house. I figured, if I wanted them to bring my future grandchildren, I better start planting the seed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our Sundays. It's like having a little holiday each week. There always seems to be something to celebrate - a birthday, a new haircut, a new pair of shoes - you get the idea. I feel that it is a parent's responsibility to instill the importance of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I can think of 100 things I would rather do on a Sunday other than cook a big meal.... well, maybe I can think of 50 things....10 things? Let's face it - there is NOTHING in this world I would rather do on a Sunday than cook a meal that will bring all my children together at my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been somewhat difficult since the fire. I am proud to say that one Sunday, Allison hosted "Storchevoy Sunday" at her restaurant. And Michelle hosted it at her house one Sunday also. I am so happy that my kids also feel the need to see each other on Sundays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-8192813935494642846?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8192813935494642846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=8192813935494642846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8192813935494642846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8192813935494642846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/storchevoy-sunday.html' title='Storchevoy Sunday'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TVGgHjKbK0I/AAAAAAAAARc/t9rB1f-40Gs/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3116991239814681622</id><published>2011-02-01T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:04:18.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYnjldWxPJI/TVVBwhIxQ1I/AAAAAAAAARk/pZEW3hToaGM/s1600/allyavasummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYnjldWxPJI/TVVBwhIxQ1I/AAAAAAAAARk/pZEW3hToaGM/s320/allyavasummer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572432415725536082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TUggvpbGW7I/AAAAAAAAARM/sU_MfZiPges/s1600/aa%2Bdec%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TUggvpbGW7I/AAAAAAAAARM/sU_MfZiPges/s320/aa%2Bdec%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568736942189075378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I carry your hearts with me.  I carry them in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God forever bless my angels.  &lt;br /&gt;Ally - 9 yrs. old&lt;br /&gt;Ava - 4 1/2 yrs. old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3116991239814681622?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3116991239814681622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3116991239814681622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3116991239814681622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3116991239814681622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-angels.html' title='My Angels'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYnjldWxPJI/TVVBwhIxQ1I/AAAAAAAAARk/pZEW3hToaGM/s72-c/allyavasummer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-9136878732960257904</id><published>2011-02-01T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:06:15.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPS Delivers!</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, my cousin's 10 yr. old son was recently diagnosed with a rare form of bone cancer.  Cancer is a scary word - no one ever wants to hear it, but all too often, we hear it in a "too close proximity" to our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to comfort my cousin as his son faced the first step in his treatment (a huge surgery), I decided to send him something special.  My Dad was my cousin's Godfather.  My cousin has asked me, on more than one occasion, for my Dad's "custom" rosary beads.  (My Dad, in his infinite wisdom, had shortened his rosary beads thinking it would be more efficient for him to say his prayers.)  I carried these rosary beads with me daily since my Dad died.  I thought the time was right for me to send these to my cousin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a heartfelt note and sent the rosary beads UPS RED for delivery the next morning to my cousin's house.  They were to be delivered by 8:30AM. Well, when the package did not arrive by noon, I started making calls.  They assured me the package was on the truck and would be delivered that day.  Happy to say, the envelope finally made it to my cousin's house at 6:00pm that evening.  The envelope was ripped in half and re-taped closed.  The letter was enclosed, but NO rosary beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was furious, to say the least!  I called UPS and spoke to a lovely supervisor and explained the whole situation.  She was entirely sympathetic and assured me that she would do all she could to find the rosary beads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was just so sad that there was a possiblity that my Dad's rosary beads were going to be lost forever.  I assured him that this was a great story and my father LOVED a good story.... There was nothing to fret over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My UPS ladies called me every single day to tell me what they were doing to try to find the rosary beads - but most of all, they wanted daily updates as to how my little cousin fared after his surgery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that the tireless efforts of these ladies paid off as they did indeed find the rosary beads and delivered them to my cousin's house - 4 days later!!  I wonder where those rosary beads spent those 4 days... Do you think my Dad was involved?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-9136878732960257904?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9136878732960257904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=9136878732960257904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/9136878732960257904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/9136878732960257904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/02/ups-delivers.html' title='UPS Delivers!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-5842713312033720220</id><published>2011-01-24T11:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:19:53.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Blessing</title><content type='html'>As most of my faithful readers know - we had a house fire 2 weeks ago.  Yes, there is damage.  Yes, it was frightening.  Yes, we are SO lucky as it could have been so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think of the events NOW, there are several little incidents that come to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Mr. Wonderful refusing to come to bed as he "sensed" something was not right as he stared at the glowing embers in the fireplace.  I can recall being aggravated that he was being totally paranoid. - So glad to say I WAS WRONG (hey, it was bound to happen after 34 years!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr. W. being SO calm as he rounded up all the animals and bellowing at the top of his voice for me to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE - all at the same time. (First time ever that he multi-tasked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Little Michael suggesting that they remove the 8 foot mirror that was attached to the wall next to the fireplace - (smart move, kiddo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Me, standing in my bedroom, gazing at its contents, wondering what I should take with me - (I grabbed Louie and my pocketbook - in that order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The hoarde of volunteer firemen that appeared in front of my house - just happy to do their job.  The two police officers who helped find the last cat that was scared and hiding.  Virtual strangers who came to our aid - I am forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The outpouring of love and support from our friends and neighbors.  The reassurance and offering of lodging for us and our animals was overwhelming.  I will always remember the warmth and kindness we were shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TVGXLO4CkRI/AAAAAAAAARU/Ldg14qStpVk/s1600/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TVGXLO4CkRI/AAAAAAAAARU/Ldg14qStpVk/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571400433261515026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tell the story, over and over, I find myself reassuring others that we are okay, and this is just an "inconvenience".  As I write this now, I realize that this was so much more....  It was a miracle that our house was not consumed in a full blaze (the fire marshall said we had approximately 6 more minutes before that happened).   From now on, I will refer to this as an example of God's handiwork.  God was watching over us, cradling us in His hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-5842713312033720220?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5842713312033720220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=5842713312033720220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5842713312033720220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5842713312033720220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-blessing.html' title='Our Blessing'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TVGXLO4CkRI/AAAAAAAAARU/Ldg14qStpVk/s72-c/fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2660282877873214687</id><published>2010-12-29T13:59:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:25:41.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now THIS is Christmas!</title><content type='html'>The "Tree" arrives - thank you, Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TRuF4OvzcNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MOHCIm6lDGU/s1600/tree%2Bcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TRuF4OvzcNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MOHCIm6lDGU/s320/tree%2Bcar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556181766369407186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Tree" is up - thank you, Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TRuFpmAcZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/2Af9zSerFpk/s1600/tree%2B2%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TRuFpmAcZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/2Af9zSerFpk/s320/tree%2B2%2B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556181514915178466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Tree" is nearly decorated - until Mr. Wonderful eyes something interesting on TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TRuFhu1Gi9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/aW6W7KCP20k/s1600/tree%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TRuFhu1Gi9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/aW6W7KCP20k/s320/tree%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556181379844574162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Tree" is complete - thank you, Mr. Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TRuFRBJjKJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/IXDj0tcTpH4/s1600/tree%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TRuFRBJjKJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/IXDj0tcTpH4/s320/tree%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556181092704397458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we needed was a "Christmas Miracle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve:&lt;br /&gt;Allison brought my sister to me for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9YQuU4P1-M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9YQuU4P1-M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0bSWDeWaAE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0bSWDeWaAE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to my Allison - she is now the proud owner of Outback Restaurant in Lindenhurst (9 miles from our house!)  She knows how to pull off a surprise!!  She told me that she is AMAZING - she said,  "I think I am 'Amazing Grace' - How sweet my sound!" - She obviously does not have self-esteem issues!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Allison said all day long..... "It's a Christmas Miracle - God Bless us each and everyone!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2660282877873214687?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2660282877873214687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2660282877873214687' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2660282877873214687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2660282877873214687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-this-is-christmas.html' title='Now THIS is Christmas!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TRuF4OvzcNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/MOHCIm6lDGU/s72-c/tree%2Bcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-5029534889035387488</id><published>2010-12-10T12:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:41:26.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Tree, or Not To Tree?</title><content type='html'>So last weekend I tell Mr. Wonderful that I do not want to put up a tree this year. He went all "postal" on me giving me 100 reasons why we had to put one up. Seriously, I was not even listening to him, I was just nodding... thinking about the whole shopping experience. Having to go after work one evening... freezing temps... him searching through all the trees to find the BEST tree on the lot... blah, blah blah... I resigned myself to the fact that this was going to happen no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the rocky beginning, I was bound and determined to enjoy my day. The kids were coming for dinner and we were going to relax and watch some football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and Suse came waltzing through the front door and Bobby opens the blinds on the front window. "Come here, Ma. Look, I decorated my car for Christmas!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TQJlTfUNm1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/HMpLTBnvh4Q/s1600/tree%2Bcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TQJlTfUNm1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/HMpLTBnvh4Q/s320/tree%2Bcar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549109076372069202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he bought us a tree. He said that he figured we had not shopped for one yet and he thought he would make it a little easier for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it seems we are moving in slow motion this year.....but at least we are headed in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-5029534889035387488?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5029534889035387488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=5029534889035387488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5029534889035387488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5029534889035387488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-tree-or-not-to-tree.html' title='To Tree, or Not To Tree?'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TQJlTfUNm1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/HMpLTBnvh4Q/s72-c/tree%2Bcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3587705470815227684</id><published>2010-11-30T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:25:23.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas on the Horizon</title><content type='html'>So we made it through Thanksgiving. The usual crowd - with one exception. Our nephew from Colorado came out to spend the week with us and bond with his cousins. It was very special to have Jon at our table this year. This is the first time he has ever spent a holiday with us. I think we certainly paved the way for him to come out more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we finish up the last of the leftovers, I am trying to make a mental list of what is next on the agenda: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TREE - I'm not gonna lie - I am SO dreading putting up a 7 foot live Christmas Tree with "Brandy" (read that: 75 pound mini-stallion) running through the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping - SERIOUSLY? hmmmm, Bonds, gift cards, checks - DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Baking - This MIGHT happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Decorating Outdoors - I'm thinking a Menorah in the window - really now, who would know the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Holly Jolly Attitude - I believe I left it in Key West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Plan the Christmas Dinner - now THIS, I am good at! (Homemade manicotti is on the top of the list!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Clean it all up in anticipation of our Annual January Vacation to a tropical island with cousins and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start at the bottom and work my way UP the list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3587705470815227684?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3587705470815227684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3587705470815227684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3587705470815227684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3587705470815227684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-on-horizon.html' title='Christmas on the Horizon'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3873350515352878861</id><published>2010-11-09T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:01:32.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TNluceS0miI/AAAAAAAAAPo/V3aiFPP8ow8/s1600/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TNluceS0miI/AAAAAAAAAPo/V3aiFPP8ow8/s320/cousins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537578652276136482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 13 First Cousins.  Cousin Paulie died in Viet Nam.  That left 12.  &lt;br /&gt;2 in Florida&lt;br /&gt;1 in California&lt;br /&gt;1 in Illinois&lt;br /&gt;6 in New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;2 on Long Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to say we came together for a glorious occasion.  It is always fun when a "second generation" cousin gets married!  There were 6 of us present.  Should have taken the picture earlier in the evening when the guys were still "dressed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the day when the 12 of us can be together.... Hope it is not for  a funeral...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3873350515352878861?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3873350515352878861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3873350515352878861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3873350515352878861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3873350515352878861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/11/cousins.html' title='The Cousins'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TNluceS0miI/AAAAAAAAAPo/V3aiFPP8ow8/s72-c/cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4132711245825966977</id><published>2010-11-01T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:47:59.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful Fall weekend!!  I had a long list of errands/chores to accomplish and I started very early Saturday morning (while Mr. W. slept).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast with old friend - DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manicure - DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Shopping - DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up Sleeping Beauty (aka Mr. W).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry - Started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Sleeping Beauty again (not so much Mr. W by this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry - Finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we (Mr. W and I) are off to do some shopping.  Having a wonderful time shopping when all of a sudden - my right ankle gives out!!  OH NO!!  Of course he wants to call an ambulance - of course I am yelling I AM FINE - GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday night and all day Sunday I sat in my recliner, foot elevated and ice pack firmly in place.  No, I did not go for an X-Ray.  No, I do not think I broke anything.  I am SO prone to spraining my ankles that I have an air cast on hand "just in case"!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am today, in my office, at my desk, foot in an air cast, elevated on the garbage pail.  I have taken my share of Advil for the day.  It is better today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just wondering how I am going to put on my high heels Friday night.... My little cousin is getting married and I am NOT sitting in a chair for 6 hours... I will be on the dance floor AND icing my ankle from the "inside out".... starting with the cocktail hour!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4132711245825966977?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4132711245825966977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4132711245825966977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4132711245825966977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4132711245825966977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/11/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4974133138998627050</id><published>2010-10-25T10:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:25:55.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fake Wake</title><content type='html'>I have a great Italian Family. We LOVE to laugh. When my grandmother was alive, we all gathered at her Brooklyn house on Sundays to be together. There was no dishwasher or matching plates - there was just plenty of food, drinks and laughter. Us cousins were more like brothers and sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Grandma died, so did a part of our Sunday tradition. Yes, we saw each other, just not as often. As years went on, it seemed that every year one of us got married - and we all got to see each other again. A couple of us even hosted the family for different occasions. After a while, we started to only see each other at funerals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had the opportunity to gather once again a week ago to pay tribute to our dear uncle, Zi Vidooch. He was a favorite uncle to many of us. We all had notice of his impending demise and made a date to meet at a fabulous restaurant in Brooklyn and share some great memories of him. We also learned of some secrets (he had been carrying on an affair with a married woman for years!!!) There were 12 of us who traveled from New Jersey and Eastern Long Island, just to share a meal and loving thoughts. It was so nice to see how everyone did something nice in honor of Zi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Kathy: You brought prayer cards for all of us and helped to eternal-ize his memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lou: You brought a treasured photo of all of Zi's sisters in Italy. It was good to see them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Justina: You took all the photos that night and posted them on facebook as a lasting tribute to Zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Joan: for "blowing Zi" a final kiss good-by for all of us to witness. (Seriously, Joan? I am not sure how you had the nerve to show up after cheating on Frank all these years with Zi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all - THANK YOU, PAUL!! You were so conscientious to send out emails detailing the final days of Zi's life. You made reservations at the perfect restaurant. You brought proof positive of Joan's affair with Zi - as they say, "a picture is worth a thousand words". And most importantly, you brought Zi's ashes so we could all witness Joan's final good-bye to her beloved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to be part of a family who will go to so much trouble as to host a "fake wake" just so we could all be together. I am also thrilled that all of our children are reaching the "marriage" age and we will once again have the opportunity to see eachother for happy occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TMWdq1HRLvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oZhIF8EtKhQ/s1600/Zi+Fio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TMWdq1HRLvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oZhIF8EtKhQ/s320/Zi+Fio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532001076432154354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4974133138998627050?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4974133138998627050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4974133138998627050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4974133138998627050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4974133138998627050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/fake-wake.html' title='The Fake Wake'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TMWdq1HRLvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/oZhIF8EtKhQ/s72-c/Zi+Fio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7732906420994854361</id><published>2010-10-19T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:07:49.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A tip for mothers</title><content type='html'>Profound quote from a friend on "mothering":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know we give these kids life with the help from God and we want them to be safe. We want to love them and take care of them. When they seem almost impossible, we know that we have to let go again and let God do his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Joan, for putting it back in perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7732906420994854361?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7732906420994854361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7732906420994854361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7732906420994854361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7732906420994854361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/tip-for-mothers.html' title='A tip for mothers'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-488567174528225835</id><published>2010-10-13T13:49:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:17:57.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gift from Key West</title><content type='html'>Allison: &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TLYCiKszs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Yw_5ZvYGEB8/s1600/Allison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TLYCiKszs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Yw_5ZvYGEB8/s320/Allison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527608378654962610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am not going to tell you what a wonderful time we all had - that's a given! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to report that this was the best year EVER - we say that every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to say that there is no vacation like a "girls' vacation - if you have never done it, you would not understand; and if you have, you know it is the truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM going to tell you what I learned on this trip. I learned that my daughter, Allison, is a very special person. She was always wonderful in my eyes, but this trip afforded me the opportunity to see her and get to know her through other people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was coming down to see Allison with friends and family in tow. Yes, she knew all these people - but I know, in my heart, everything she did - she did for me. She worked as many hours as she had to, in order to be able to spend my entire vacation with us. She and her wonderful roommates (Crafty and Chad) went from store to store shopping and preparing before we got there. She and Crafty picked us all up at the airport in grand style and brought us to the house we rented. The house was fully stocked with: prepared food and snacks, assorted cocktail fixings and the A/C running full blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the next few days, we met and socialized with MANY of Allison's friends. These people ran the gamut: men/women, single/married, gay/straight, Americans/Foreigners, and even little children comprised this group. It was the most interesting 5 days of my life! The laughter and camaraderie was overwhelming. They made dinner for us... They baked cookies for us.... They arranged a kayak tour for us... The list goes on and on. My personal favorite was when we went out to breakfast and the cook came out of the kitchen to "Kiss Allison's Momma!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of these people took me aside to tell me what a wonderful person Allison was and how fortunate they were to have her in their lives. WHAT A GIFT..... TO ME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to be a parent. It is VERY hard to be a good parent. Allison is my reward for working so hard... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafty and Chad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TL2zOCkfbzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zw1lg15BQkM/s1600/crafty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 67px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TL2zOCkfbzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zw1lg15BQkM/s320/crafty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529772971270303538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-488567174528225835?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/488567174528225835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=488567174528225835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/488567174528225835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/488567174528225835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-gift.html' title='My Gift from Key West'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TLYCiKszs7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Yw_5ZvYGEB8/s72-c/Allison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3116386466479291809</id><published>2010-09-28T08:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T08:46:48.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking on Allison</title><content type='html'>We leave in 2 days for our annual "girls' trip".  When Allison first relocated to the Florida Keys, my sister-in-law and I made a vow to go 'check on her' at least one a year.  Each year we make the ultimate sacrifice, leave our spouses behind and go do some serious bonding with Allison.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that we have some wonderful friends and family who have offered to accompany us on this tiresome trek.  They have been incredibly supportive throughout the years and we are entirely grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I have asked Michelle to join us.  This will be her first trip without her husband, but Michelle would do anything for her sister.  She and Allison really need to spend some quality time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison and I have a little ritual that we do whenever we see eachother.  We share a bracelet.  Each time we see eachother, we put it on the other's wrist.  This visit, the bracelet will go to her.  I will miss seeing it on my arm, but when I look down at the empty wrist, I will always know that it is safely with Allison.  It is a simple little bracelet, but it holds so much meaning to the two of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be 7 of us this year and we have rented a little house, with a pool for (cough) water aerobics. We will drink filtered water and green tea, we will eat healthy, organic foods.  I am hoping for some quiet chats, some time to read, and the opportunity to reflect on the meaning of life - - - but I am afraid you, my faithful readers, will never know if that happens.... afterall, what happens in Key West, STAYS in Key West!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3116386466479291809?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3116386466479291809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3116386466479291809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3116386466479291809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3116386466479291809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/checking-on-allison.html' title='Checking on Allison'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7480251647216832521</id><published>2010-09-23T07:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:38:28.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Not Fair</title><content type='html'>I guess this blog post is a LONG time coming. If you are a faithful reader (and I think there are 2 of you out there) you know that my son, Michael, has been battling cancer for the past year and a half. To say that the family has been on an emotional roller coaster would be a gross trivialization of the effects his disease has had on this family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is extremely intelligent, self-motivated, stubborn, independent, arrogant, kind, generous to a fault, and strong willed. When he was first diagnosed, he kept it to himself - thinking he could make it go away without 'burdening' his family. Once he did tell us, I could tell it was like opening a relief valve for him. FINALLY, he could talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to watch him with his siblings. He was always so guarded around them and warned me "not to tell them everything" as he did not want them to fret about him. He constantly said, "They all have enough on their plate without worrying about me". I remember their first reactions very well: Bobby was somber, Allison did not believe him, and Michelle cried (what a surprise!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long year and a half. Michael did chemo and tried radiation. He was WELL READ on the subject and had a clear picture of possible outcomes. Unfortunatley, his stubborness, arrogance and strong will worked against him this time. It was not until this week that he finally came to the realization that HE cannot control this disease. He finally understands that if he does not act quickly now, this DISEASE will control him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he readied himself for the inevitable surgery, I watched several things happen within my family:  &lt;br /&gt;-----I saw Michael's siblings gather around him like a safety net - and they did it on HIS terms.  They did it with texts and phone calls, never invading his privacy.  They were relentless when he did not respond.  They listened to him. They talked to him. They comforted him.  They reassured him.  They badgered him.  They loved him.&lt;br /&gt;-----I watched as Mr. Wonderful picked up the reins and held up both of us during this trying time.  I thanked God for the strength in my marriage.  I love how Mr. W. and I always seem stronger and closer as we face adversity.&lt;br /&gt;-----I noticed how extended family and friends walked on egg shells around us - protecting us from daily nonsense and offering support should we need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael said to me last night, "this is just not fair".  I told him it was about time he realized that!  Life is not fair... but it is worth it.... so you gotta keep fighting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7480251647216832521?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7480251647216832521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7480251647216832521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7480251647216832521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7480251647216832521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/lifes-not-fair.html' title='Life&apos;s Not Fair'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3248298350795762631</id><published>2010-09-14T13:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:17:15.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extended Family</title><content type='html'>Had a very interesting weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we celebrated Rosh Hashanah with our neighbors.  They had a lot of family over and they included Mr. Wonderful and I in the celebration.  It was wonderful to be a part of the day.  Their great-nephew and 3 great-neices were at the house - is there anything better than spending the day with little children (And then kissing them good-bye and going home to a little serenity)?  I spent a good portion of the visit snuggling with a beautiful one year old, Annabella.  She just warmed my heart as she held on to me while I rocked her.  Watching the antics of the 2 yr. olds was so much fun, too.  I always say, "you can never love too many children."  I think there were some adults in the room also.... but I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we spent the day with my son-in-law's family.  It was another beautiful day filled with laughter and love.  I remember when it was time to leave - you know us Italians, "WE GOTTA KISS EVERYBODY!!!" - and so we went from room to room, kissing and hugging.  I made some new friends that day - we are all buddies on "Facebook" now!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I missed my Sunday Dinner at home with my kids, I realized something wonderful this weekend.  We are truly blessed to have such an extended family that simply enjoys being together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3248298350795762631?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3248298350795762631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3248298350795762631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3248298350795762631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3248298350795762631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/extended-family.html' title='Extended Family'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-5082390725847353194</id><published>2010-09-09T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:30:34.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some precious moments</title><content type='html'>Life goes by so fast. When I lay in bed at night, sometimes I watch the video of recent events (always in fast-forward). It is easy to harp on the rotten things that happen in your life - but, seriously, I have found it much more pleasant to reflect on the best things that happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and Michael sitting next to each other with their new phones in their hands. One of them is saying, "Yea, but can your phone do this?" And the other one answering, "Oh yea? WATCH THIS!" Seeing them giggle and tease each other like they did when they were 5 and 7 yrs old. - Then watching the two of them run out to do some quick shopping together as I prepared dinner. Hearing them come back into the house, still laughing, conspiring.... HOW WONDERFUL WAS THAT?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandy (the new puppy) jumping out of the car window on the way to the park. She was so excited to play with her friends that she just could not wait for the car to stop! Yes, it cost an arm and a leg at the vet - but she did not break anything - HOW WONDERFUL WAS THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my friend's new baby granddaughter - just 2 weeks old. Cuddling that baby, rocking her in my arms, putting her to sleep. Kissing her head. Feeling my heart swell with love (afterall, can you really ever love too many children?). Then having her mom ask me, "Can Olivia call you Guga, too?".... HOW WONDERFUL WAS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into another friend's eyes and trying with all my might to give her the right words and strength to deal with her husband's terrible illness. Having her hug me and thank me for helping her.... HOW WONDERFUL WAS THAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a dinner and birthday cake to celebrate Suse's birthday. Having friends and family all around the table together. Everyone pitching in to make it a stress-fee day. Hearing the noise level just below a roar, but just loud enough to be slighlty annoying to anyone who does not know us. Laughing until our sides hurt. Watching the evening come to a close as Bobby carries out his last load of laundry. Knowing that it takes this family just as long to say good-bye to each other as it does to find a parking spot at Macy's during a one-day sale - (even though we will all see each other next week!) .... HOW WONDDERFUL WAS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed that I can find wonderful moments all the time, in all that we do. I hope my children will always remember to savor the little joys in everyday life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-5082390725847353194?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5082390725847353194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=5082390725847353194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5082390725847353194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5082390725847353194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-precious-moments.html' title='Some precious moments'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4957131265746049271</id><published>2010-08-30T10:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:00:42.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>I am considering this Summer one of the best in my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the season with a visit from Allison in May. This, of course, meant we had to have a party!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter, we heard of the birth of a dozen St. Bernard pups out in Michigan. This was followed by Mr. Wonderful dancing around the house chanting, "I WANT ONE! I WANT ONE! I WANT ONE!" There were several negotiations, but finally a decision was made and plans were set in place to get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An impromptu 4th of July get-away to Florida led to us meeting my new friend, face to face (see previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Michigan. Little Michael and I had a wonderful adventure and made an awesome memory. Bringing Brandy home to Mr. Wonderful was almost as exciting as giving birth to my last child... (in many ways, it was MORE exciting... sorry, Bobby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could forget the 80th Surprise Birthday party for my mom?? (still putting away stuff from that party....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entertained classmates from high school - we had not seen eachother in 36 years!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO BOSTON!!! Allison and I had the BEST TIME EVER!! We partied hardy and slept little!! When I got off the plane in NY, with my sunglasses and baseball cap and Mr. Wonderful greeted me with the biggest kiss and hug and said, "You look beautiful", I fell in love with him all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUDOS to Michelle, "Fred", and Allison as they journey through the withdrawal of cigarettes. I am so proud of you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will officially wrap up the Summer with a BBQ at a friend's house this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is left of the Summer is to pick the rest of the tomatoes off the plants, and dry the herbs from my herb garden.... OH YEAH - AND LOOK FORWARD TO THE KEY WEST TRIP AT THE END OF SEPTEMBER!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, there are many tribulations in life... it is the wise person who chooses to focus on the joys and blessings... They say wisdom comes with age. I am looking forward to growing old....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4957131265746049271?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4957131265746049271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4957131265746049271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4957131265746049271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4957131265746049271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-wrap-up.html' title='Summer Wrap-Up'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-467141902806108179</id><published>2010-08-18T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:38:54.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Ma, wanna come?</title><content type='html'>Each year Outback Restaurant runs a contest, sponsored by Sam Adams.  The restaurants compete against each other to see who can sell the most Sam Adams beer in a specified period of time.  Happy to say, Allison has won AGAIN.  The winner gets an all expense paid trip (for 2) to Boston.  Allison told me that she has won the contest so many years in a row that they are thinking of renaming the contest to, "Let's send Allison to Boston again".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she called to tell me she won, I was as proud as I was when she was 10 and her softball team won first place.  Mothers revel in their children's victories.  When she continued with her conversation and asked if I would be her guest I was THRILLED beyond belief!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always wonderful when Allison comes home to visit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always plan an annual trip with a group of women to go visit Allison and we look forward to the planning and executing of that trip each year, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But THIS trip is different.  This will just be Allison and me.... no other family, no other friends.  We will have some quality time together - and the best thing of all.... it was HER idea....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-467141902806108179?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/467141902806108179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=467141902806108179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/467141902806108179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/467141902806108179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey-ma-wanna-come.html' title='Hey Ma, wanna come?'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-5879395490816380401</id><published>2010-08-09T18:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:09:21.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholic School Education</title><content type='html'>Things I have learned in Catholic School:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is everywhere and He loves everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should go to Church every Sunday and every Holy Day of Obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 kinds of sins: Venial Sin and Mortal Sin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is for the sole purpose of creating life. The church does not sanction birth control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 7 Sacraments: Baptism, Penance, First Communion, Confirmation, Matrimony, Holy Orders, and Last Rites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD is made up of the Trinity: God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 10 Commandments and they should be the guideline for how you live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are Angels and Saints who will help us if we ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to give than to receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always bless yourself with Holy Water upon entering and exiting the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how thin you are, you can never look good in a pleated skirt – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that when it seems like you are all alone in the world, God reaches out and holds your heart for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most important lesson I learned in Catholic School is to smile and be nice to people.  Having hooked up with old classmates through facebook, I have been told over and over that the one thing they remember is me smiling all the time. What a wonderful way to be remembered!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it WAS worth all that tuition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-5879395490816380401?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5879395490816380401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=5879395490816380401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5879395490816380401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5879395490816380401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/08/catholic-school-education.html' title='Catholic School Education'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-443159612828471298</id><published>2010-08-04T09:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T09:40:59.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are HOW OLD??</title><content type='html'>I recently hosted a surprise 80th birthday party for my mom. We gave her a surprise 50th and a surprise 75th - I figured we didn't have to do it again until she was 100, but I was out-voted. My mom always thought is best to keep her age a secret (yeah, I know... I don't get it either...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been struggling about how to write about this party. I can choose to recall all the ridiculous effort that went into pulling off the surprise. I can tell about the hard work and $$$ that goes into such an affair. I can even let you all know how we worked at coming up with the guest list.... But I think it is better to remember the sweeter moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how the out-of-state guests (Allison and my sister) came a day early so we could start the party the day before the actual event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how we had a betting pool to see how long it would take my mother to say something stupid about our new puppy. Mr. Wonderful won, he guessed 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how Allison told my mom how nice it was that we finally got a dog (St. Bernard) who can carry her ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how Bobby supplied the Ice Luge so we could all have ice cold Black Cherry Bacardi shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how my cousins did not bat an eye when I asked them to travel from Jersey to Long Island on a Saturday in the Summer (God Bless you all for not mentioning the Hampton's Beach Traffic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how a "second generation cousin" actually WANTED to be there and she came bearing gifts - ASSORTED JELLO SHOTS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how my 83 yr. old aunt (mom's sister) smacked me several times for making irreverent statements (WHO, ME? Irreverent??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how Mr. Wonderful volunteered to drive home some kids so they could continue to party until wee hours of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how "extended family" (read that: "Angela and Linda's friends") were happy to be a part of it all and helped in making the day a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved when I woke up the next morning, knowing that the house was still overflowing with love from the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Mom. Thanks for giving me the excuse to have a party and make so many wonderful memories with my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TFltGVTh6vI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RRdLYy0-Bzw/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TFltGVTh6vI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RRdLYy0-Bzw/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501548375375473394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Brother, Sister, Mother, ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-443159612828471298?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/443159612828471298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=443159612828471298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/443159612828471298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/443159612828471298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-are-how-old.html' title='You are HOW OLD??'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TFltGVTh6vI/AAAAAAAAAO4/RRdLYy0-Bzw/s72-c/IMG_0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4598499953718968720</id><published>2010-07-29T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:17:50.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking  a  Chance</title><content type='html'>I admit it - I am a Facebook junkie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am a part of my kids' daily lives just by reading and commenting on their daily adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful forum for me to stay in touch with my cousins - even second generation cousins. Instead of waiting for funerals and weddings, I can always say "Hi" and catch up on the little things that are happening with them. It keeps us close at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been fortunate to be able to hook up with old classmates from High School - WOW, what a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even become quite proficient at Facebook Stalking... you would be amazed at what some people post about themselves.... but that is a topic for another blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included in this "social network" is a very addicting 'game' called Farmville. I accepted an invitation to join about a year ago from one of my "second-generation" cousins. I entered the Farmville Community very slowly and cautiously, still unsure of what I was doing. In a short period of time, I became an addicted player: timing my crops so I could harvest in time, taking care of my animals and trees all the while progressing level by level. Soon, I found myself begging for neighbors so I could expand. I was quite proud of myself. I had over 100 neighbors and only personally knew about half of those people. The rest were suggestions from friends and 'neighbors'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, while tending to my farm, I see that one of my neighbors (who had a huge, exquisite farm) was asking for trees. I saw her online and simply asked, "What are you going to do with all those trees?". This started a conversation that has lasted for months on end! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first our conversations were all about our farms. Soon we progressed to talking about ourselves and our families. I was amazed at how our friendship grew. Finally, after several months of talking, I asked where she lived (she was one of the smart ones who did not post her personal information). WOW - she lives about 15 minutes away from my sister!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Wonderful and I planned an impromptu trip to see my sister in Florida. We were going for an extended 4th of July visit. My sister suggested we have a dinner party while I was there - JUST SO WE COULD COOK TOGETHER AND NOT HAVE TO EAT IT ALL OURSELVES (maybe I am kidding, maybe I am not!) My sister invited 4 of her closest friends and I invited my "friend from facebook" because I had to meet this person, that I have been talking to forever, face-to-face. We had an incredible evening, full of laughter and sharing. We made an unforgetable memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sends us Guardian Angels all the time. It is up to us to realize that they are here and welcome them into our lives. I am grateful that my "friend from facebook" took the chance to come and meet me face to face. I am grateful that my kids no longer refer to her as "mom's imaginary friend". I am blessed to have a new real friend who is a part of my everyday life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4598499953718968720?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4598499953718968720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4598499953718968720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4598499953718968720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4598499953718968720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-chance.html' title='Taking  a  Chance'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7081057650504890867</id><published>2010-07-06T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:41:44.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No ID?</title><content type='html'>So Mr. Wonderful and I end up our wonderful impromptu get-away by returning our rental car and getting to the airport in plenty of time.  HOORAY for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a GOOD traveler, always prepared and extremely organized.  I even took my license out of my wallet and put it in my pocket prior to leaving for the airport so I would not have to search for it as we entered the "security" passage.  How was I to know that there was a possibility of said license falling out of my pocket somewhere between my sister's house and those evil looking security people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we were greeted by a supervisor who was willing to take all my excess credit cards, insurance cards, Barnes and Noble club member card, expired Dress Barn Coupons AND Mr. Wonderful's word that I was indeed who I claimed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I learn from this?  &lt;br /&gt;#1. Never take my licesne out of the safety of my wallet.  &lt;br /&gt;#2. Security in West Palm Airport leaves much to be desired.  &lt;br /&gt;#3.  I guess Mr. Wonderful does love me - we had a helluva disafreement today and he could have easily left my ass outside of security disavowing any knowledge of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7081057650504890867?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7081057650504890867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7081057650504890867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7081057650504890867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7081057650504890867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-id.html' title='No ID?'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7168159847817671181</id><published>2010-06-12T19:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:21:35.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>As you all know (read) - we thoroughly enjoyed Allison's visit.  Equally as enjoyable was looking at the pictures afterward and reliving some of the funnier moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN REALITY SET IN - Looking at those picture made me realize how much weight I had put on in the past couple years.  I was blown away!!  SO - I started my diet - a REAL diet.  Cereal with low fat milk for breakfast, salad with non-fat dressing for lunch, protein and salad for dinner.  Lots of water and lots of fresh strawberries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mr. Wonderful for his help and he was willing to do anything I asked.  I told him that I had to stop worrying about feeding him and Michael - he was going to have to take over that responsibility.  I needed to be just a little selfish right now and take care of me.  He was totally supportive and said he would do anything I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that in the 5 weeks since Allison has left, I lost 10 pounds!!  Mr.Wonderful has also dropped 10 pounds and he is still eating ice cream and sugar wafers!!  He is just not eating my cooking!!  Michael eats a lot of take out food and he never complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess it is plain to see, the culprit is my cooking!  I am going to continue with this plan for as long as I can, with one little change.  I will ALWAYS cook on Sundays when my little chickadees come home to roost.... but the leftovers will go home with Bobby (it's good to be the youngest kid!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7168159847817671181?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7168159847817671181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7168159847817671181' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7168159847817671181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7168159847817671181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/06/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-8235880434680038518</id><published>2010-06-05T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:05:03.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Grandma-To-Be</title><content type='html'>When you have really good friends, you celebrate life with them.  That means you take the bad with the good - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, today, we celebrate the "good".  I will wait with great anticipation as my good friend becomes a Grandmother for the first time later this Summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually crochet a blanket for all new babies, but I taught my friend how to make these blankets a while ago.  That being said, I needed to come up with another idea for a homemade gift (I think every baby needs something homemade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly wait to see Irene's Granddaughter covered up in this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TArz3qkLoII/AAAAAAAAAOw/PXk4X3NMJfk/s1600/blanket.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TArz3qkLoII/AAAAAAAAAOw/PXk4X3NMJfk/s320/blanket.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479460034294030466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-8235880434680038518?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8235880434680038518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=8235880434680038518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8235880434680038518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8235880434680038518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-grandma-to-be.html' title='A New Grandma-To-Be'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TArz3qkLoII/AAAAAAAAAOw/PXk4X3NMJfk/s72-c/blanket.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7888051777454122858</id><published>2010-06-04T08:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:43:44.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Baby's" Milestone</title><content type='html'>My "Baby" turned 25 today.  I met Bobby for our weekly Friday morning breakfast and just seeing him sit across from me made me realize what a man he has become.  He is thoughtful, responsible, caring, sensitive and a wonderful son.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is so much to do each day, we often take for granted the little things that make all the hard work worthwhile.  I always describe myself as a wife and a mother, in that order.  I work hard at my marriage everyday, and I am so grateful to have a good marriage.  I also work very hard at being a good mother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at my youngest this morning was like getting a special present. It was validation of all the hard work that goes into being a good mother.   I am so thankful that Mr. Wonderful and I were blessed with all our children....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7888051777454122858?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7888051777454122858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7888051777454122858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7888051777454122858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7888051777454122858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/06/babys-milestone.html' title='The &quot;Baby&apos;s&quot; Milestone'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-8515131592968487513</id><published>2010-06-02T08:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:22:42.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Alexandra Michelle</title><content type='html'>To My First Granddaughter, Alexandra Michelle (Ally), &lt;br /&gt;May God Bless you as you make your First Communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I carry your heart with me....I carry it in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZMCP9_wQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p_K3xcdSevQ/s1600/ally2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZMCP9_wQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p_K3xcdSevQ/s320/ally2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149598272798978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZL899QKXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oNQiDrN67tM/s1600/ally1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZL899QKXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/oNQiDrN67tM/s320/ally1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149507538495858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-8515131592968487513?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8515131592968487513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=8515131592968487513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8515131592968487513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8515131592968487513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-bless-alexandra-michelle.html' title='God Bless Alexandra Michelle'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZMCP9_wQI/AAAAAAAAAOo/p_K3xcdSevQ/s72-c/ally2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2629870922604009161</id><published>2010-06-02T07:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:45:10.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allison's Visit Part 2</title><content type='html'>We welcome the newest member to our family.  No offense, Sloane, we didn't need another dog, but we are happy you are here.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Family Gathering in the Bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZFNqRL-NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HgaiCACkYUE/s1600/BR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZFNqRL-NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HgaiCACkYUE/s320/BR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478142097729779922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us AFTER we think the camera is off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZFAKK0cOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/032Oye_kNQE/s1600/BR1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZFAKK0cOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/032Oye_kNQE/s320/BR1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478141865774837986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beautiful Children (are you allowed to say that when they are adults?)-&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jr., Michelle, Allison, Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZEq0v5XgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gyZleBdU8Yk/s1600/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZEq0v5XgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/gyZleBdU8Yk/s320/kids.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478141499247517186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2629870922604009161?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2629870922604009161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2629870922604009161' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2629870922604009161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2629870922604009161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/06/allys-visit-part-2.html' title='Allison&apos;s Visit Part 2'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZFNqRL-NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/HgaiCACkYUE/s72-c/BR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3635151721476167773</id><published>2010-05-24T13:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:17:18.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZLtUQaROI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eBd3cDhltxc/s1600/THE+FAM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZLtUQaROI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eBd3cDhltxc/s320/THE+FAM.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478149238646523106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family smiles when Allison comes to town.  Her visits are too seldom for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3635151721476167773?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3635151721476167773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3635151721476167773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3635151721476167773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3635151721476167773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fam.html' title='The Fam'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/TAZLtUQaROI/AAAAAAAAAOY/eBd3cDhltxc/s72-c/THE+FAM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-5215348906439263935</id><published>2010-05-12T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:09:24.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM!</title><content type='html'>I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;I am on emotional overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I've said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't feel any better... but thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-5215348906439263935?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5215348906439263935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=5215348906439263935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5215348906439263935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5215348906439263935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am.html' title='I AM!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-6736400095206603157</id><published>2010-04-30T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:15:59.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Prepared!</title><content type='html'>1. go to the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;2. go to the liquor store&lt;br /&gt;3. go to the specialty market&lt;br /&gt;4. go to the liquor store&lt;br /&gt;5. go to the bakery&lt;br /&gt;6. go to the liquor store&lt;br /&gt;7. go to the beer distributor&lt;br /&gt;8. go to the liquor store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison is coming to town.  We will be having a party Sunday.  This is an open invitation to anyone who reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be prepared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-6736400095206603157?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6736400095206603157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=6736400095206603157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6736400095206603157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6736400095206603157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-prepared.html' title='Be Prepared!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-9028228587102432873</id><published>2010-04-27T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:24:44.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Extended Family"</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we were guests at a Bat Mitzvah.  We have watched the twin girls across the street blossom into beautiful young ladies.  It was an honor to be guests at this huge celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the nicest gestures of all, was to be greeted by all the parents of our granddaughter's friends.  It was then that we realized that we do indeed have an impact on other people's lives.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-9028228587102432873?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9028228587102432873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=9028228587102432873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/9028228587102432873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/9028228587102432873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/04/extended-family.html' title='&quot;Extended Family&quot;'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3699777665717643580</id><published>2010-04-12T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T09:19:17.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Beyond</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I posted - but with good reason. My Mah-Jongg group went on a field trip of sorts. We went to our favorite restaurant where a famous psychic (Robert Hansen)was going to do some 'readings'. Let me preface this by saying I am a true skeptic of such nonsense, but I am a team player and I was going along with the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lovely dinner, Robert Hansen came into the restaurant and introduced himself. He told us a little about his life and tried to explain what was going to happen that evening. He said that the "spirits" would talk to him and they would guide him to people in the room - that we could not approach him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped for a moment. Closed his eyes. Opened his eyes and made a bee line for ME. He asked me, "Does the Coast Guard mean anything to you?" As you all know, my dad died 2 years ago and he belonged to the Coast Guard in his younger years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hansen closed his eyes once again, then he began to talk to me again. He said, "Your Dad wants you to know that he understands that you could not be with him when he died. He understands that if you could have been there, you would have been there." Again, those of you who know me, know that I did not get down to Florida until after he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hansen said, "Your Dad tells me there was someone there telling him it was ok to let go. He is grateful that this person did that for him. He says he is happy to be out of that body and he is happy now". - My sister sat with him and talked to him and told him what a good father he was and that it was ok for him to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hansen asked me if I go to the cemetery. I told him I did not. He was quiet for a moment, then said, "Are you sure you haven't been to the cemetery?" - I reassured him that I had not. Then he said, "In the Jewish religion, when people visit the cemetery, it is customary for them to put rocks on the headstones. Your father is telling me that you TOOK stones from his cemetery, is that true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears just ran down my face. No one knew this, but I wanted to take something back to NY with me. On the day my father was laid to rest, I reached down and picked up several small stones close to my father's grave site and put them in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a glimpse of what happened that night. He spoke to me for over a half hour. Someone at our table had the foresight to bring a tape recorder and my son made me a CD of the transaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the evening, Mr. Hansen passed my table and said, "Your father said he got the pack of cigarettes you guys put in his coffin and he thanks you for that!" Yes, my kids put a pack of cigarettes in there, AND a lighter, and lots of other things that I am glad he did not mention in front of that crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no possible way Mr. Hansen could have known the things he mentioned to me. NO ONE knew about the stones in my pocket. Am I believer? Let's just say I am a lot less skeptical now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3699777665717643580?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3699777665717643580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3699777665717643580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3699777665717643580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3699777665717643580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/04/greetings-from-beyond.html' title='Greetings from Beyond'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3663309904688132406</id><published>2010-03-15T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:23:37.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top o' the mornin' to ye!</title><content type='html'>We celebrated St. Patty's Day early this year.  Had the whole crew over for the traditional corned beef and cabbage dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the day is sitting at the table AFTER we've eaten and catching up with everyone (as if we didn't all talk on a regular basis anyway).  There is something special about sitting together, digesting, having someone crack the nuts for us all to share (I think this is an Italian thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I don't remember any of the specifics about what we all talked about yesterday.  The only thing I can recall is everyone had a full belly and a nice warm feeling all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS, my friends, is what it is all about.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3663309904688132406?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3663309904688132406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3663309904688132406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3663309904688132406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3663309904688132406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/03/top-o-mornin-to-ye.html' title='Top o&apos; the mornin&apos; to ye!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3080501888750452182</id><published>2010-03-09T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:51:07.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...Spring... are you there??</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am officially ready for Spring to begin.  I am so done with snow, winter coats, boots, etc.  I am ready for Spring and all the things that come with it - the promise of new life, hope, and warm weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressing the "Hope" this year.  I always thought I had strong faith, but not until now did I realize the real meaning of faith.  When I was little, I had a charm bracelet.  There was a particular charm that I will always remember (and for those of you who had religious education, you will understand the significance).  It was a trio that contained a cross, a heart and an anchor.  This Spring, I need them all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3080501888750452182?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3080501888750452182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3080501888750452182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3080501888750452182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3080501888750452182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/03/hellospring-are-you-there.html' title='Hello...Spring... are you there??'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3142447242383401546</id><published>2010-03-02T08:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:52:25.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be is ever so humble...</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time in Atlantic City. This weekend I learned that there is a difference between, "doing nothing" and "having nothing to do". I am NOT good at doing nothing - I am VERY good at "having nothing to do"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride down, I learned that one of my favorite authors had released the second book in her newest trilogy. I was thrilled!! I told Mr. W. that we would go to the mall on the Boardwalk and pick up the new book!! We checked into our room, made our deposit in the casino and freshened up for dinner. After dinner, we proceeded to the mall to shop for my book - THERE IS NO BOOKSTORE IN THE MALL!!! No worries, I checked my Barnes and Noble app on my iphone to see where the nearest store was - IT WAS 45 MILES AWAY!$#^&amp;*! Needless to say, I had to wait to come home to get my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - I was the dutiful wife and stood by my man as we toured the entire classic car show. No complaints from me!! Afterwards, we had to do some shopping. Mr. W. forgot to pack underwear for himself! Thank goodness this man is the CLEANEST man I have ever met and he was more obsessed with shopping for new underwear than he was at ogling at those cars for another 3 hours! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did enjoy the rest of our little get-away. It was so nice just being together without the interruption of daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Little Michael who had dinner ready for us when we came home (or should I say - had dinner delivered just as we came home!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say it everytime, but, it is good to go away, it is better to come home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3142447242383401546?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3142447242383401546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3142447242383401546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3142447242383401546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3142447242383401546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-is-ever-so-humble.html' title='Be is ever so humble...'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2488673815219617426</id><published>2010-02-23T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:12:52.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not so much news</title><content type='html'>After being chided for not posting often enough, here I am attempting to have an interesting, yet not pointless, post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking Mr. Wonderful away for the weekend.  We are going to the Annual Car Show in Atlantic City.  I am a good wife.  I will walk beside him and "ooo" and "ahhh" at all the appropriate times.  I will pretend to understand (read that "care about")  what he is talking about.  Cars are his passion.  I don't get it.  This, I will do for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Michael's construction will begin this week.  Hopefully, the mess will be gone by the time we get home.  I am happy he is finally moving forward on this project.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got.... kinda boring... I guess the boring stuff sure beats having to report all kinds of bad news......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2488673815219617426?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2488673815219617426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2488673815219617426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2488673815219617426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2488673815219617426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-so-much-news.html' title='not so much news'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-5914975471623404667</id><published>2010-02-16T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:48:44.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more renovations!</title><content type='html'>Bobby moved out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael moved in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael NEEDS to re-do Bobby's old room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!Glory Be!!!! - Michael is paying for his own renovations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:  take a "before" picture, because you just know the "after" picture is going to be incredible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-5914975471623404667?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5914975471623404667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=5914975471623404667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5914975471623404667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5914975471623404667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-renovations.html' title='more renovations!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4055904120882330820</id><published>2010-02-04T08:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:31:30.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/S2raJr_5RWI/AAAAAAAAANo/t_L5movwy5U/s1600-h/allyava122009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/S2raJr_5RWI/AAAAAAAAANo/t_L5movwy5U/s320/allyava122009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434395760340321634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally - 8 Yrs. &lt;br /&gt;Ava - 3 1/2 Yrs.&lt;br /&gt;"Always on my mind.  Always in my heart"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4055904120882330820?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4055904120882330820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4055904120882330820' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4055904120882330820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4055904120882330820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-angels.html' title='My Angels'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/S2raJr_5RWI/AAAAAAAAANo/t_L5movwy5U/s72-c/allyava122009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7578533826886833191</id><published>2010-01-30T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:09:59.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HB, LM</title><content type='html'>"Little Michael" has just turned 27.  I wonder if we will EVER stop referring to him as "Little Michael"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our usual Sunday dinner will have a few more mouths to feed this week as we actually have a reason to celebrate something.  Menu planning was very difficult, as I feel like I have made all possible foods within the last month and a half!!  We are doing a casual family gathering - I am making a big pot of minestrone.  Michelle is making a BIG salad.  AND I will have all the makings for homemade pizzas available for all of us.  This will be a "hands-on" fun day.  Kind of like a "kiddie party" for adults.  I plan on opening more than a couple bottles of wine tomorrow, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday, Little Michael, and best wishes for many, many more...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7578533826886833191?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7578533826886833191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7578533826886833191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7578533826886833191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7578533826886833191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/hb-lm.html' title='HB, LM'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2331350765227182430</id><published>2010-01-26T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:12:06.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Memories</title><content type='html'>We are back from vacation.  We vacation well.  We know how to relax.  Who wouldn't be able to relax while looking at this beautiful scene for a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/S18QJyXSUJI/AAAAAAAAANI/KW5RY4xRJKo/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/S18QJyXSUJI/AAAAAAAAANI/KW5RY4xRJKo/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431077435956416658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have one funny moment.  We all met up for dinner each night.  My cousin (aka The Matriarch) and I showed up dressed like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/S18TfeZetBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/q_uj4-HDiUY/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/S18TfeZetBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/q_uj4-HDiUY/s320/cousins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431081107088913426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind, not only did we BRING the same shirt, we both chose to wear it on the same night!! I guess great minds DO think alike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cuz, where we going next year??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2331350765227182430?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2331350765227182430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2331350765227182430' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2331350765227182430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2331350765227182430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice-memories.html' title='Nice Memories'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/S18QJyXSUJI/AAAAAAAAANI/KW5RY4xRJKo/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7537059795816202378</id><published>2010-01-08T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:26:30.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Mr. Wonderful</title><content type='html'>On Christmas Eve, I noticed that I lost a bracelet.  It was white gold with diamonds and it was a gift from my husband on our 25th wedding anniversary.  I was terribly distraught at first, but then I remembered that I had worn that bracelet everyday for the last 7 years.  I enjoyed that bracelet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr. Wonderful returned from some errands, I proceeded to tell him the following, "I have some news".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That does not sound good" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not 'end of the world news', it's just news.  I lost my bracelet, and I don't know where or when."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "That's not bad news!  Now we can go get you a new one for your birthday!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not only love my new bracelet, I love all the events that led up to me getting it.  He really is a special man.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mr. Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7537059795816202378?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7537059795816202378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7537059795816202378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7537059795816202378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7537059795816202378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-mr-wonderful.html' title='Thank You, Mr. Wonderful'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3124074108603090847</id><published>2010-01-04T08:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:53:38.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A New Checklist</title><content type='html'>Christmas tree down - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest child packed and ready to go - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take out the bathingsuits for our vacation - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envision sitting on the beach with a book in one hand and a cocktail in the other - check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 days and counting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3124074108603090847?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3124074108603090847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3124074108603090847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3124074108603090847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3124074108603090847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-checklist.html' title='A New Year, A New Checklist'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4334449922351136039</id><published>2009-12-30T10:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:11:30.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots and Wings</title><content type='html'>I am so proud to say that yesterday, Bobby closed on his first "home".  He bought a co-op about 15 minutes away from us.  I am grinning from ear to ear as I watch him take this giant step.  I will miss him.  Mr. Wonderful will miss him.  But he will be home for Sunday dinners.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had all the other children move out, but this one is different.  This is truly the event that says we have given them ALL roots and wings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of us.  We did a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4334449922351136039?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4334449922351136039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4334449922351136039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4334449922351136039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4334449922351136039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/roots-and-wings.html' title='Roots and Wings'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-1905877799959104587</id><published>2009-12-22T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:05:51.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a list....</title><content type='html'>Today is food shopping day.  I know I will do the homemade manicotti (a Christmas tradition)- but everything else depends on what the market has to offer.  Hoping for some gorgeous artichokes and mushrooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped and sorted all the gifts last night, so I seem to be right on track.  Working abbreviated days today and tomorrow and off on Thursday and Friday.  It's almost like being on vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe we are winding down another year.  I remember being a child and wondering if the year 2000 would ever come, and now I am knocking on the door of 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-1905877799959104587?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1905877799959104587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=1905877799959104587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1905877799959104587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1905877799959104587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-list.html' title='Making a list....'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4991251942074303514</id><published>2009-12-21T10:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:43:00.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a creature was stirring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sy-XTYek8AI/AAAAAAAAANA/dTd9uNh8vZY/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sy-XTYek8AI/AAAAAAAAANA/dTd9uNh8vZY/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417715235994005506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this scene, it is hard to imagine nearly 2 feet of snow falling outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4991251942074303514?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4991251942074303514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4991251942074303514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4991251942074303514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4991251942074303514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-creature-was-stirring.html' title='Not a creature was stirring...'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sy-XTYek8AI/AAAAAAAAANA/dTd9uNh8vZY/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-6302572103670385052</id><published>2009-12-16T07:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:06:53.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Long Lines for me!</title><content type='html'>As Christmas Day approaches, I am amused at the hustle and bustle of families trying to get their shopping complete.  I remember doing that.  I remember wrapping and hiding gifts only to scavenge around on Christmas Eve to load them under the tree.  I remember Mr. W. waiting for me to fall asleep so he could fill my stocking and put my gifts under the tree - (and, yes, he still does that!) I remember waiting to hear the squeals on Christmas morning as the kids discovered all their goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are different now.  With the kids grown, Christmas takes on a different flavor.  I hang stockings for all the kids and give them all instructions to put something in each other's stocking.  Then I fill them up.  There are always envelopes stuck in the tree - their "Big" gifts.  We wait until the extended family leaves on Christmas and we gather as an intimate group and open gifts.  They all know they are getting their envelopes, but they still giggle as they unwrap the treasures found in their stockings.  I love to watch them revert to being my "babies" once again...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, someone proclaims, "This was the best Christmas ever!"  I am looking forward to keeping THAT tradition going...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-6302572103670385052?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6302572103670385052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=6302572103670385052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6302572103670385052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6302572103670385052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-long-lines-for-me.html' title='No Long Lines for me!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2992459331168453689</id><published>2009-12-14T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:05:18.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights..</title><content type='html'>Highlights of the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree went up on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree was decorated by everyone after a Sunday family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the former Boy Scouts competed to make a roaring fire that generated enough heat to warm all of Long Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Son threatened to Shrink Wrap #1 Son to see if he can slip him under a door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What nice Christmastime memories.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2992459331168453689?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2992459331168453689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2992459331168453689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2992459331168453689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2992459331168453689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/highlights.html' title='Highlights..'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-14672289522548047</id><published>2009-12-07T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:17:26.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>18 days to go...</title><content type='html'>I tried my best to muster up some Christmas spirit this weekend. It wasn't easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Son moved in on Saturday. For a guy who rented a furnished apartment for a year - he certainly had a lot of crap to bring over! He is a good sharer, though. He brought 2 big flat screen TV's - one of which he is generously giving his brother for his new place. He also brought his Keurig Coffe Maker and planted it on my kitchen counter. This thing is AWESOME!!! I guess I will close my eyes to the two shedding pugs that are now roaming around the house, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the stockings are hung by the chimney with care. Now, if I can wrestle one of the boys to help me go buy a tree.... I would ask Mr. Wonderful to help, but he is too busy trying to train one of those shedding pugs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-14672289522548047?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/14672289522548047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=14672289522548047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/14672289522548047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/14672289522548047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-days-to-go.html' title='18 days to go...'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-5830301903713280256</id><published>2009-12-03T08:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:34:16.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did, I Do, I Will Do</title><content type='html'>Today, we celebrate our 32nd wedding anniversary.  Although we've come a long way in 32 years, I am pleased to say that some things still remain the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still an early bird, he likes to sleep late.  I fret about everything, he takes everything in stride.  I am a realist, he is a dreamer.  I am ALWAYS on time, he is ALWAYS late.  I still think he is blonde, he still thinks I am beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversay, Mr. Wonderful.  Looking forward to seeing what the future holds for us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-5830301903713280256?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5830301903713280256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=5830301903713280256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5830301903713280256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5830301903713280256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-did-i-do-i-will-do.html' title='I Did, I Do, I Will Do'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2455938122051822161</id><published>2009-12-01T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:09:04.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Menu(s)</title><content type='html'>I know it is WAY after the fact - but here is the Thanksgiving Menu.  The reason I am posting it is so that I can get suggestions on what to put on my Christmas menu!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizers:  &lt;br /&gt;Assorted Olives&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Crostini&lt;br /&gt;Assorted Cheeses&lt;br /&gt;Imported Sun Dried tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner:  &lt;br /&gt;Turkey &lt;br /&gt;Southern Cornbread Stuffing&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's Italian Meat Stuffing&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Yukon Gold Potatoes with Carmelized Leeks and Asiago Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potato Casserole with orange zest and mini marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli Casserole&lt;br /&gt;Roasted Brussel Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Cauliflower Au Gratin&lt;br /&gt;Roasted Butternut squash with blue cheese crumbles and candied pecans&lt;br /&gt;Gravy&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desserts:&lt;br /&gt;Cookies&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry Pie&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Pie&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Fruit Platter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I going to make for Christmas??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2455938122051822161?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2455938122051822161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2455938122051822161' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2455938122051822161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2455938122051822161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/12/menus.html' title='The Menu(s)'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2104479184168355692</id><published>2009-11-12T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:58:09.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Time to menu-ize for Thanksgiving.  After careful thought and consideration, we are going with the same menu as last year.  As my son said, "Ma, it's been a year since you used that menu.  It's okay to repeat it."  Nicely stated.  So, we are doing a re-run.  Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also giving thanks for all the prayers that I have asked for recently.  I am a strong believer in the power of prayer.  We've had some good outcomes lately.  Thanks to everyone who helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to give thanks to the Great Mortgage Broker in the Sky for granting my son a mortgage - Hopefully, we will hear some good news in the next couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Mr. Wonderful.  You are my love, my strength, and my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving thanks for all that we have - none of which I take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that being said, I wonder if I still have to cook that awful American meal....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2104479184168355692?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2104479184168355692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2104479184168355692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2104479184168355692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2104479184168355692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-5104239258043413978</id><published>2009-10-29T07:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:28:59.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Nest?</title><content type='html'>The "baby" signed a contract on his new living quarters yesterday.  I am keeping my fingers crossed that all things go smoothly for him.  He will be moving to a co-op in a nearby town.  I am so proud of him.  He was the only one who stayed home and saved his money so he could buy something instead of renting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people fear an empty nest.  Not Mr. W and I - we welcome it.  Well, that's what we say now.  We are so confident because "empty nest" is not iminent... Number 1 Son will be moving in as soon as the little guy moves out!!!  He, too, is looking for the opportunity to save some money!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says there isn't a revolving door on our house???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-5104239258043413978?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5104239258043413978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=5104239258043413978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5104239258043413978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/5104239258043413978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Empty Nest?'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4513949200537637629</id><published>2009-10-22T14:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:01:14.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Apple(s)</title><content type='html'>Went to the city last weekend with my SIL.  We love to go in, just the two of us, for lunch and a matinee.  This trip we were treated with a matinee BEFORE the matinee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SuCrsYPbFvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ugfut_RBBM0/s1600-h/cowboy+full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SuCrsYPbFvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ugfut_RBBM0/s320/cowboy+full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395501132499588850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SuCrhG0jceI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FvPt9W4TJGg/s1600-h/cowboy+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SuCrhG0jceI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FvPt9W4TJGg/s320/cowboy+close.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395500938844926434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Virginia, there is a "Naked Cowboy" walking the streets of Manhattan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4513949200537637629?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4513949200537637629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4513949200537637629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4513949200537637629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4513949200537637629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-apples.html' title='The Big Apple(s)'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SuCrsYPbFvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ugfut_RBBM0/s72-c/cowboy+full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3232805363682962541</id><published>2009-10-05T07:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T08:10:16.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Pretty</title><content type='html'>My father loved to take pictures of food.  When there was a holiday, he always had his camera in hand - not to capture some amazing family moments - TO TAKE PICTURES OF THE FOOD ON THE TABLE!!!  He appreciated good food - not that he was a big eater - he just liked the looks of good food!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get, the more I appreciate good looking food.  I never serve anything out of a pot.  Everything is always put on a pretty platter.  We always drink wine out of the "good" glasses - who the hell I am saving them for???  We should enjoy these things.  Should things get broken, at least we would have had used them!  I remember when my mom moved (after 40 years), she carefully wrapped and boxed all her fine crystal and china.  She fretted when she unpacked that certain pieces were broken.  All I could think was, WE NEVER USED THIS STUFF AND NOW IT'S BROKEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my ramblings.  Below is a picture of a roast I made Saturday evening for dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SsngTLioMEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q8haz4us_0o/s1600-h/roast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SsngTLioMEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q8haz4us_0o/s320/roast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389085049245675586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looked like just before I took it out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SsnhycTqnoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H782QlZhEqU/s1600-h/pinwheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SsnhycTqnoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H782QlZhEqU/s320/pinwheel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389086685833895554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what was leftover AFTER I filled the beautiful platter !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those inquiring minds: This is a boneless pork loin that I stuffed with bacon, spinach and carmelized onions.  mmmmm - what a beautiful picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3232805363682962541?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3232805363682962541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3232805363682962541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3232805363682962541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3232805363682962541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-pretty.html' title='Too Pretty'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SsngTLioMEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/q8haz4us_0o/s72-c/roast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-447004698118023110</id><published>2009-10-02T09:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:52:51.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal Top Banana</title><content type='html'>Allison is the manager of the Outback Steak House in Key West.  Each year, Outback takes their managers away for a weekend.  This year it was a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of Allison on her cruise, during "formal" night.  No worries, she had on a bow tie and cuff links!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SsYFGgh9U_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZAhoieLOoIk/s1600-h/ally+banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SsYFGgh9U_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZAhoieLOoIk/s320/ally+banana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387999613565096946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-447004698118023110?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/447004698118023110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=447004698118023110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/447004698118023110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/447004698118023110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/10/formal-top-banana.html' title='Formal Top Banana'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SsYFGgh9U_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZAhoieLOoIk/s72-c/ally+banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7608585267502554552</id><published>2009-09-28T09:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:40:41.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had an awesome weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we went out to dinner with good friends. It was just such a relaxing evening. Good food, good talk, and plain old comfort in the air! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we had a special dinner with more friends. They brought the Pasta directly from an old pasta factory in Italy. They also supplied the anitpasto. I made the "gravy" (with meatballs) and dessert. A wonderful collaborative effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was quietly filled with sleeping in, watching football and wearing sweatpants!! A PERFECT combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night I plug in my iphone. Once a week I plug in the laptop. This weekend, I re-charged MY battery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7608585267502554552?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7608585267502554552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7608585267502554552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7608585267502554552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7608585267502554552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3727607273776299161</id><published>2009-09-24T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:58:06.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I figured all my avid readers (all 2 of you!) would like an update after my hypnosis session. Well, there is not really much to report. I can say that I am very conscious about what I am eating and I have noticed the ability to make better choices. I will stay off the scale for at least another week....baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Son is still sucking the life out of us - one breath at a time. I pray that he will find the strength to make the best possible decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Son is working hard and diligently saving money for a house. We will miss his dog when he moves out. His wonderful girlfriend still spreads sunshine every time we see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Daughter is busy raising my beautiful granddaughters. I hope they always remember their recent trip to Paris and England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Daughter is also working hard and saving money for a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Daughter is still pondering going to Europe for a year to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT, I HAVE STRESS???? HA HA HA HA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back for another hypnosis session - it was the best rest I've had in a LONG time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3727607273776299161?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3727607273776299161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3727607273776299161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3727607273776299161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3727607273776299161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7817997843280588229</id><published>2009-09-18T08:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:37:51.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're getting sleeeeepy....</title><content type='html'>I went to a seminar last night.  It was a hypnosis session for weight loss.  Hey, I am desperate, I will try anything short of getting my jaw wired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did hypnosis once before - 26 years ago - to quit smoking.  I walked out of that one session completely smoke free.  Of course, I was so motivated to quit that I think if a stranger on the street came up to me and said, "STOP SMOKING", I would have!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no less motivated this time.  I have tried, unsuccessfully, to diet for quite a while now.  The only thing I have succeeded in doing is gaining a few more pounds.  Granted, there is extra stress in my life right now and I could blame that - but anyone who has kids knows - THERE IS ALWAYS STRESS!!  It is time to get a grip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seminar was free.  They charge you for the hypnotic session and follow up materials.  All follow up seesions are free, also.  Not a bad deal, so I paid and sat through the group hypnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to work?  I'll let you know.... I want it to work, and I think that is half the battle.  The other half is trying to keep my hands from shoving food into my mouth...  baby steps....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7817997843280588229?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7817997843280588229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7817997843280588229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7817997843280588229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7817997843280588229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-getting-sleeeeepy.html' title='You&apos;re getting sleeeeepy....'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-4524195963167958781</id><published>2009-09-14T09:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:17:05.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey is not THAT far, is it?</title><content type='html'>Saw the extended family this weekend. The family will be growing again - it was a baby shower. So nice to get together for happy occasions. I must love my cousin a lot - did I mention it was in South Jersey??? When I got the invitation, I simply responded, "Yes". There is nothing I wouldn't do for my cousin, "The Matriarch".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to remember some of the highlights of the day.... Was it when Mr. W. touched something on the GPS and had us going around in circles? How about when we were making the punch and I decided to sample it, with an extra shot of Vodka (hell, it was 12:30 already, certainly time for a cocktail). Smelling the 5 different chocolate candies that were melted into baby diapers? Watching Jen open gifts? The hugs... I love hugging... it was good to hug everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those were memorable moments - but for me, it was the 'visiting' that was the most fun... seeing my cousins, huddling in a corner, catching up in quiet conversations - THIS is what it was all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Jen, for giving us a reason to all be together. Thanks, Angela #2 for hosting it at your beautiful house where we could all mull around and visit with each other. Thanks, Matriarch, for pulling the family together for this happy occasion. Thanks, "Accidental Mother", for showing up and proving to me that you are a real person and not just an avatar! And, a special thanks to Mr. Wonderful for never blinking when I said, "We have to leave at 9:30 tomorrow morning to go to a baby shower."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-4524195963167958781?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4524195963167958781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=4524195963167958781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4524195963167958781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/4524195963167958781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/jersey-is-not-that-far-is-it.html' title='Jersey is not THAT far, is it?'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-6051345821118580798</id><published>2009-09-09T08:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T08:44:16.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedroom Humor</title><content type='html'>The picture below is what is on the wall over our headboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sqeivx2Bv9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HR5wNPOcSQc/s1600-h/bedroom+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sqeivx2Bv9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HR5wNPOcSQc/s320/bedroom+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379447221634842578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time all the kids were together, they decided to surprise us with an addition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SqeiPFwAGtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RfYxaDG5R8g/s1600-h/final+bedroom+3+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SqeiPFwAGtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RfYxaDG5R8g/s320/final+bedroom+3+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379446660042595026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, they know us so well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-6051345821118580798?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6051345821118580798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=6051345821118580798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6051345821118580798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6051345821118580798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/bedroom-humor.html' title='Bedroom Humor'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sqeivx2Bv9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HR5wNPOcSQc/s72-c/bedroom+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-8223829904219795622</id><published>2009-09-08T08:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:54:56.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>This is the first Labor Day Weekend that I have NOT been in Key West with Allison and "the girls" in 4 years!!  We have decided to postpone the trip until after Michael allows us all to breathe normally once again!  (This kid always was a pain in the ass!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful weekend - the boys spent the weekend with us.  Spent a quiet Saturday evening together and got up early to do some marathon shopping at the outlets on Sunday.  LOVE shopping at the outlets on the Sunday of a holiday weekend.  There was no traffic and HUGE sales!  We decided to come home when there was no more room in the car for packages.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping trip, we did take-out on Sunday night and went to bed early.  Monday we held a contest to see who could spend the most time in their pajamas without showering.  Michael won (or was it Joe??) - I totally lost (I was in the supermarket by 8:00am).  BTW - a BIG thank-you to Joe for cleaning the downstairs - the bar looks absolutley amazing,!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael has another stressful session this week  - send the prayers, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-8223829904219795622?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8223829904219795622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=8223829904219795622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8223829904219795622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8223829904219795622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend.html' title='Labor Day Weekend'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-789031507948382602</id><published>2009-09-04T08:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:28:27.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Luge</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were wondering what an "Ice Luge" looks like.  The birthday boy is pouring a shot down the luge, while Bobby waits for the iced delight at the end!  It is so refreshing to see all the kids play so nicely together!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SqEGeTsKkRI/AAAAAAAAALY/xyQ45UhaqzU/s1600-h/ice+luge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SqEGeTsKkRI/AAAAAAAAALY/xyQ45UhaqzU/s320/ice+luge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377586547808440594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the yard looked like the morning AFTER the party.  You would think I would have a picture or 2 of the yard DURING the party, but then again, I was not in charge of photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SqEHDdFmyvI/AAAAAAAAALg/9xUn6zt0uKI/s1600-h/morning+after+yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SqEHDdFmyvI/AAAAAAAAALg/9xUn6zt0uKI/s320/morning+after+yard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377587185986226930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SqEHuGS6WLI/AAAAAAAAALo/jSZqVLHQkBU/s1600-h/yard+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SqEHuGS6WLI/AAAAAAAAALo/jSZqVLHQkBU/s320/yard+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377587918602393778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-789031507948382602?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/789031507948382602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=789031507948382602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/789031507948382602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/789031507948382602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ice-luge.html' title='Ice Luge'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SqEGeTsKkRI/AAAAAAAAALY/xyQ45UhaqzU/s72-c/ice+luge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-8096612116489318377</id><published>2009-08-27T08:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:00:59.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATE!!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I updated - but there was much to do and little time to get it all accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hosted a birthday party for my son-in-law as he was reaching his 40th milestone. Allison flew up for the occasion - as no party is complete without her. As usual, the party began the moment Allison's feet hit the tarmac! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison arrived on Wednesday night and left the following Tuesday morning. In that short period we broke all land speed records in completing the following tasks:&lt;br /&gt;a visit to Grandma who is still in rehab nursing those ankles, food and booze shopping for Sunday's festivities, food and booze shopping for "other than Sunday's activities", setting up the yard (per Allison, "I am glad I come up once a year to scrub your lawn furniture!"), intimate gathering of the kids on Friday, Saturday, and Monday, Cooking fest on Saturday, HUGE (40 people) party on Sunday, sleepovers on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, the last gathering of the kids on Monday (who all took off work except for Michael - he came by after work). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kids clung to each other and laughed together for days. It was the sweetest time I can remember. The party on Sunday was just an excuse for them to get a "Vodka Ice Luge" to enhance their fun! I swear I had a permanent smile plastered on my face for days. Mr. Wonderful was just beaming. All those years of carpools, runny noses, sibling rivalry, cutting coupons, etc - it all paid off. THIS WAS WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-8096612116489318377?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8096612116489318377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=8096612116489318377' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8096612116489318377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8096612116489318377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrate.html' title='CELEBRATE!!'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2543213793178617470</id><published>2009-08-11T12:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:45:15.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing at Mom and Dad's</title><content type='html'>This is the Michael that goes to work each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SoGftBclP2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WAwv3tJHr5w/s1600-h/LM+1+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SoGftBclP2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WAwv3tJHr5w/s320/LM+1+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368747826633588578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the Michael we get on the weekends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SoGfHjuIfOI/AAAAAAAAALI/3PO4LmNAefw/s1600-h/LM+2+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SoGfHjuIfOI/AAAAAAAAALI/3PO4LmNAefw/s320/LM+2+photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368747182998977762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2543213793178617470?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2543213793178617470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2543213793178617470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2543213793178617470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2543213793178617470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/08/relaxing-at-mom-and-dads.html' title='Relaxing at Mom and Dad&apos;s'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SoGftBclP2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/WAwv3tJHr5w/s72-c/LM+1+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-6133255968687537055</id><published>2009-08-10T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:51:01.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Had another noteworthy weekend - noteworthy in that we had an uneventful, restful weekend with the boys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael left our house around 8:00pm last night.  The traffic heading towards the city was just horrendous.  It took over an hour and a half for him to get home!!  He called when he arrived home - so excited that he got such a great parking spot.... only to realize that his house keys were still at my house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. W promptly offered to drive to Brooklyn with the keys - but I offered a (more sensible) different suggestion.  We met him half way!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were safely tucked into our beds, I said to my Mr. Wonderful - "We had such a nice weekend, too bad it had to end like this." - and he responded, in his catch-all phrase that will live on through eternity, &lt;em&gt;"It is, what it is".  &lt;/em&gt;The man is just, ummm, "wise" - yeah, that's it, "WISE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has deemed Mr. W to be one of the world's greatest philosophers.  She has nicknamed him, "Ari-Storch-Aclese"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-6133255968687537055?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6133255968687537055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=6133255968687537055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6133255968687537055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6133255968687537055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/08/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-2817750891011002886</id><published>2009-08-03T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:36:07.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mr. W.</title><content type='html'>Sunday we celebrated Mr. Wonderful's birthday.  He was treated like a King!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back things up by first stating that this man went to the rehab center on Friday to visit his Mother-in-Law (broken ankle lady).  He brought her lunch, reading material and a month's supply of candy - AND HE STAYED FOR 4 HOURS!!!  The man deserved to be treated like a King on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Saturday morning shopping like Grandma would have - this store for the meat, that store for the bread, etc.  Then I came home and cooked for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids gathered - and there was even a special guest apprearance - My brother actually showed up!! (he heard I was cooking!).  We did appetizers gathered in the kitchen  - assorted imported cheeses and olives,  homemade Tuscan bean spread and artichoke pesto to be smeared on homemade crostini.  This was followed by dinner served in the diningroom:  Rigatoni with Bolognese Sauce, Sausage and Peppers, Eggplant Parmagiana, Salad (with homegrown lettuce - from Suse's mother's garden), and Ciabatta bread hot from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did all the clean-up - then we sang to the man and cut into his homemade birthday cake (when I asked him what kind of cake he wanted for his birthday, he requested jelly-donuts instead) - It was a 4 layered sponge cake filled with seedless raspberry jam, slathered in vanilla icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lot of laughs - and Michelle was there so we had some tears too!!  We made a wonderful memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Mr. Wonderful.  You are still the light of my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-2817750891011002886?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2817750891011002886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=2817750891011002886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2817750891011002886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/2817750891011002886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-mr-w.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mr. W.'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-6977162372793371942</id><published>2009-07-27T07:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:39:42.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A proper close to a great meal</title><content type='html'>QUESTION:&lt;br /&gt;What do you have at the end of a great meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:&lt;br /&gt;Some homemade limoncello in sugar-rimmed, iced glasses, of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sm2RLN3PRjI/AAAAAAAAALA/JexWA7SPiv8/s1600-h/limoncello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sm2RLN3PRjI/AAAAAAAAALA/JexWA7SPiv8/s320/limoncello.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363102353154065970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we researched the best recipe, Mr. Wonderful bought the Meyer Lemons on line.  Then he, Bobby and I proceeded to make the most fantastic limoncello ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to think about making more - there are only 3 bottles left!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-6977162372793371942?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6977162372793371942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=6977162372793371942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6977162372793371942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/6977162372793371942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/proper-close-to-great-meal.html' title='A proper close to a great meal'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sm2RLN3PRjI/AAAAAAAAALA/JexWA7SPiv8/s72-c/limoncello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-8024171198174009841</id><published>2009-07-26T09:41:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:55:27.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Living</title><content type='html'>We celebrated the Fourth of July at Michael's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are cooking up a feast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxdyhoLpII/AAAAAAAAAJw/XgzEW9vFUZE/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxdyhoLpII/AAAAAAAAAJw/XgzEW9vFUZE/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362764378893165698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                   "The Livingroom"        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Smxd_gfXl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/P_my-OPYFZI/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Smxd_gfXl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/P_my-OPYFZI/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362764601926064082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 These are taken from the third floor looking down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxeZPUY9bI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FBbEa651dfQ/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxeZPUY9bI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FBbEa651dfQ/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362765043993212338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxeTD9H8JI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dwq0w6srPWA/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxeTD9H8JI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dwq0w6srPWA/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362764937863622802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Notice the precision on this bookcase.  &lt;br /&gt;           Obviously, this is a skill he picked up AFTER moving away from home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxemIRshuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0hAPwn0Z44U/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxemIRshuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0hAPwn0Z44U/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362765265441162978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               The view from his rooftop patio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Smxe4AJrCOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eFiQovLBV6A/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Smxe4AJrCOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/eFiQovLBV6A/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362765572497672418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            A Brooklyn Sunset:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxfGqp0R3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/oeeYLSSMQ5w/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxfGqp0R3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/oeeYLSSMQ5w/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362765824424953714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          "Happy Birthday, America"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Smxfc2G_YiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fGYaDrxzhao/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Smxfc2G_YiI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fGYaDrxzhao/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362766205457228322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxfXyd6TlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JVo91Qrjfc0/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxfXyd6TlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JVo91Qrjfc0/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362766118580276818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxfSbsvzYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Gar8-QDokFw/s1600-h/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxfSbsvzYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Gar8-QDokFw/s320/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+454.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362766026569141634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-8024171198174009841?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8024171198174009841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=8024171198174009841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8024171198174009841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/8024171198174009841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/urban-living.html' title='Urban Living'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SmxdyhoLpII/AAAAAAAAAJw/XgzEW9vFUZE/s72-c/April+2009+cancun,+allison+30,+family+206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-3466473869520134630</id><published>2009-07-16T08:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:48:08.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You did WHAT??</title><content type='html'>This is what 2 broken ankles looks like.  Yes, my mom broke BOTH her ankles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sl8gPP-KwwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KzlRAg-qW9Y/s1600-h/ankles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359037527951590146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sl8gPP-KwwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KzlRAg-qW9Y/s320/ankles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I've been falling all my life, haven't broken a bone yet  - I guess instead of making fun of me all these years, she should have been paying attention to HOW TO FALL CORRECTLY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-3466473869520134630?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3466473869520134630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=3466473869520134630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3466473869520134630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/3466473869520134630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-did-what.html' title='You did WHAT??'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/Sl8gPP-KwwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/KzlRAg-qW9Y/s72-c/ankles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-1622923683840683493</id><published>2009-07-14T07:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:34:44.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SlxvUDxZaNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0otvlsGzPoI/s1600-h/mare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358280047064606930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SlxvUDxZaNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0otvlsGzPoI/s320/mare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my "oldest" friends - We've been friends for over 30 years. The best part about having friends this long, is that it is natural for us to "feel" eachother's joy and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at one of their son's wedding. We were all together last year at my daughter's wedding - and we will do it again at the end of this year for the daughter of the "third musketeer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a privelege to grow old with these women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-1622923683840683493?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1622923683840683493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=1622923683840683493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1622923683840683493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/1622923683840683493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SlxvUDxZaNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0otvlsGzPoI/s72-c/mare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29805907.post-7810539819227282505</id><published>2009-06-16T09:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:39:07.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guga's new car</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe 3 years have passed since I got my little red car.  Had to find a new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SjegEkmpvKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LkJ5B09rgTg/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SjegEkmpvKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LkJ5B09rgTg/s320/car.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347919082931469474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick it up tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is is just full of "toys"!!  YIPPEE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29805907-7810539819227282505?l=angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7810539819227282505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29805907&amp;postID=7810539819227282505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7810539819227282505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29805907/posts/default/7810539819227282505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelastorchevoy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gugas-new-car.html' title='Guga&apos;s new car'/><author><name>Angela #1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07094315478440611057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xh36evV7thA/SjegEkmpvKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LkJ5B09rgTg/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
