So earlier this week he came clean ... by "he" I mean Lance Armstrong. He admits that for years he has been a fraud. That he doped to have this amazing success. Talk about a let down. I know, I make it sound like we went to school together or he was my friend. I didn't know anything about cycling until he got sick and announced that he was fighting testicular cancer. Tour de where? I read his book. I was sickened by the part where his team entered his hospital room to tell him he was out ... I wore my yellow Livestrong bracelet. I gave to his charity. One of my favorite Nike commercials is the one where Lance Armstrong says "What am I on? What am I on? I'm on my bike, 6 hours a day, busting my A$$" and well maybe he was ... but clearly that wasn't all he was on.
I remained a supporter even when all those charges and allegations gained momentum. When he had his titles stripped Paul said "Heather, how could they get it wrong?" I still argued that he passed all these random tests - how could he have have managed a cover up at that level? Then Monday, its leaked he has confessed to Oprah Winfrey in an interview. What the heck? What a freaking jerk ... how could he be such a fake? fraud? liar?
I realize now the real reason I'm pissed is because I "bought into it". It reminds me of all the times in the past when I fell for the crap that was thrown my way. How in college, I thought that super hot guy that worked at public safety with me wasn't the jerk that a bunch of people said he was. WRONG. It reminded me of when I bought into the load of crap that 3 failed marriages weren't a certain individuals fault. How being a "trophy wife" didn't minimize your value as an individual. Yup, was really naive with that one. How I believed that Mark McGuire and Sammy Sosa were really awesome baseball players. How John Edwards was this great family man who had suffered tragedy after tragedy and was not just another slimeball politician. How someone stole Susan Smith's car and drove it into the lake drowning her children. No one wants to look like or feel like a fool.
So back to Lance, I had put him on a pedestal. He didn't ask me to specifically - no phone call, letter or email. I'm fairly confident he doesn't read Romanskiville .... but in my mind he was this awesome stand up guy and really he's just a guy. When I was arguing with myself the last few days about this, it reminded me of the old Nike commercial with Charles Barkley ... "I am not a role model" ..... [Yup, I think that Phil Knight has a really awesome marketing team at Nike] Its on YouTube and and the link is above if you don't remember it. Charles was playing professional basketball when it was made and was known for his antics on the court. Accused of playing dirty, rough, swearing too much, etc. Its an interesting perspective, 'I'm a basketball player, it isn't my job to raise your kids.'
It really is all about perspective ... your perspective changes as your life does, as you experience heartbreak and joy, ups and downs. You realize that people are more alike than not. You realize you need to spend time admiring the real people who make small little marks on the world every day and not get so caught up in the media hype. I would propose that when you do "buy into the crap" that you cut yourself some slack. People aren't always what they seem and sometimes you will be fooled because some people are really, really good at creating the facade.
No, he's not a role model .... but maybe he never should have been.
1.18.2013
12.21.2012
A Moment of Silence
And we are silent ......
- Charlotte Bacon
- Daniel Barden
- Rachel Davino
- Olivia Engel
- Josephine Gay
- Ana M. Marquez-Greene
- Dylan Hockley
- Dawn Hochsprung
- Madeleine F. Hsu
- Catherine V. Hubbard
- Chase Kowalski
- Jesse Lewis
- James Mattioli
- Grace McDonnell
- Anne Marie Murphy
- Emilie Parker
- Jack Pinto
- Noah Pozner
- Caroline Previdi
- Jessica Rekos
- Avielle Richman
- Lauren Rousseau
- Mary Sherlach
- Victoria Soto
- Benjamin Wheeler
- Allison N. Wyatt
May you sleep in heavenly peace.
12.20.2012
If I could only tell her ...
So it is BEYOND crazy in Romanskiville, especially this week. We are trying to move as much as we can into the new house before the inspection for our CO on Friday. I also have an installation appointment with with AT&T for Friday as well - third times the charm - right? Sunday is the Christmas Story skit at church, then Romanski Family Christmas in Colchester and back to Norwich for the bowling Xmas party at 5. I am not sure who I have gifts for and where I am lacking. I ordered our Christmas card this morning and I'm printing the Christmas letter now .... see, told you - CRAZINESS
On Tuesday, I picked up Brooke at daycare and she ran out of the playroom and said "Mom, you didn't pack me a snack" it took me a minute to realize she was not talking about the snack I bring for her to eat on the way to dance .. she meant her snack for school. CRAP ... I totally forgot that morning.
I might have mentioned we're living in a state of confusion these days.
Yesterday, I am greeted with "Mom, you forgot to put my library book in my backpack -today was library"
OK, so the child is "only" in first grade but doesn't she have SOME responsibility here -- would it be to much to ask for her to mention on Tuesday night that she needs help locating her library book?
What I really want to say to her is "last week 20 little kids, most of who are the same age as you and in first grade didn't come home from school - 11 days before Christmas. I want to tell her that every time I see an article about Newtown in the paper or on the home page of MSN or I get a text from the local news, I can't catch my breath. I start to imagine the pain and suffering of planning your first grader's funeral and the pile of gifts that will never be received. There are times when I am moved to tears. I want to tell her that only having the "healthy snack" one afternoon won't kill her and that we have lots of other books to read until she goes back the school library on Jan 2"
OF COURSE, I won't say any of this to her. I will fall on my sword and tell her jokingly that I am "the meanest Mommy ever", she'll smile and say that I'm not and we'll go on about our business. I mean it IS days away from Christmas and Santa is coming to fill up the bare space under the tree. As far as my girls know, all is right with the world and there is only love and joy.
For now, we continue to protect them from much of the evil in our world. We are giving out more hugs and kisses, we are acting a little sillier then usual and we are going on. It is all we can really do ....
On Tuesday, I picked up Brooke at daycare and she ran out of the playroom and said "Mom, you didn't pack me a snack" it took me a minute to realize she was not talking about the snack I bring for her to eat on the way to dance .. she meant her snack for school. CRAP ... I totally forgot that morning.
Yesterday, I am greeted with "Mom, you forgot to put my library book in my backpack -today was library"
OK, so the child is "only" in first grade but doesn't she have SOME responsibility here -- would it be to much to ask for her to mention on Tuesday night that she needs help locating her library book?
What I really want to say to her is "last week 20 little kids, most of who are the same age as you and in first grade didn't come home from school - 11 days before Christmas. I want to tell her that every time I see an article about Newtown in the paper or on the home page of MSN or I get a text from the local news, I can't catch my breath. I start to imagine the pain and suffering of planning your first grader's funeral and the pile of gifts that will never be received. There are times when I am moved to tears. I want to tell her that only having the "healthy snack" one afternoon won't kill her and that we have lots of other books to read until she goes back the school library on Jan 2"
OF COURSE, I won't say any of this to her. I will fall on my sword and tell her jokingly that I am "the meanest Mommy ever", she'll smile and say that I'm not and we'll go on about our business. I mean it IS days away from Christmas and Santa is coming to fill up the bare space under the tree. As far as my girls know, all is right with the world and there is only love and joy.
For now, we continue to protect them from much of the evil in our world. We are giving out more hugs and kisses, we are acting a little sillier then usual and we are going on. It is all we can really do ....
12.19.2012
I am thankful ....
For most of the month of November, I posted here on Romanskiville almost daily something I was thankful for. At the end of the month things started to get a little crazy around here and I never got to sit and write about #29 and #30. I had them all planned out too ... #29 was the girls and #30 was Paul.
#29 - I am thankful for my girls, Brooke Tetlow and Kristen Dominika
They fill our house with wonder, excitement, innocence, and unconditional love. They did not come easily or without work. I appreciate the boundless energy and never ending questions, even when there are times when I seem to be out of patience with them.
Their pretty smiles and bright eyes can turn my day around in a flash. The love they have for their extended family and the excitement that overflows when they know they will be spending time with them - fills my heart with pride. We are blessed with these 2 beautiful, loving, generous, kind, thoughtful little girls. I am thankful for every day we share with them.
#30 - I am thankful for my husband, Paul
Through thick and thin, good times and bad, he is there .. a steady, constant presence. We are not just husband and wife, but friends ... he appreciates my cooking and my job - even though I am pretty sure he doesn't really understand what I do. He is the best daddy my girls could have and he provides for us both tangible and intangible. We were not High School Sweethearts or first loves, but we eventually followed the broken road and ended up here, in Romanskiville, building our 'happily ever after' and let me tell you, he is my dream come true.
#29 - I am thankful for my girls, Brooke Tetlow and Kristen Dominika
#30 - I am thankful for my husband, Paul
12.07.2012
We're Rednecks and we're NOT leaving
By now, many of you have heard that earlier this week we received a Christmas Card addressed only to Paul that read
"Perhaps your 'red-neck' neighbor with his offensive Santa was encouraged by your 'red-neck' blvd sign. Thanks a lot!
Your Neighbors"
No return address, no name to me translates to "no guts"
Sometime ago we were gifted with our "Red Neck Blvd" sign. The house across the street is a rental & it is a revolving door. The couple that lives there now has a GIGANTIC Santa cut out with his pants around his ankles, showing his boxer shorts pasted to their front door. It probably wouldn't be a decoration I would choose for my house ... but whatever
Today I am home with the girls, we're all sick. Shortly before 3 a car pulls into the end of my driveway, the passenger door opens and someone yells something I can't quite make out. Instinctively, I look at the sign. It is still there unharmed. Brooke from the dining room asks me "Why were they yelling about the sign?" She swears she heard them say something about putting up a sign. I'm not sure, it all happened so fast, I wasn't quite sure. Then my mind shot to the card .... coincidence? related? I'm not sure ... but today they scared my kids and joke or not .. that is NOT COOL.
Here's the letter I'll be delivering to as many people in the neighborhood that I can. You can mess with me but don't screw with my kids. Do. Not. Do. It.
Dear Neighbor,
My Husband, Paul, and I live at 297 Scotland Road with our two young daughters. On Wednesday, December 5 we received a Christmas card addressed only to my husband with a personal message implying that the “Red Neck Blvd” sign at the end of our driveway was responsible for other decorations that did not meet the sender’s standards in the neighborhood.
Today, Friday, I was at home with my girls (ages 6 and 3) who were too ill to attend school. In the late afternoon, a car pulled into the end of my driveway; the passenger opened the car door and began yelling in the direction of my home. My oldest daughter was immediately frightened and asked me “why are they yelling something about the sign?”
The card that arrived in Wednesday’s USPS delivery had no return address and a generic signature. I respect that not everyone in our neighborhood can find and appreciate the humor in our sign, however, today’s event whether related to the card or not crossed a line. This is our home - where we are raising our children. My children were scared. That is Unacceptable.
As a fellow resident of Scotland Road, I am asking for your help. If you know who is responsible for sending the card or who is responsible for the incident this afternoon please do something. Reach out to us, to them, or to the Norwich Police Department. I have included a copy of the envelope and card for reference.
In just a short time this afternoon, I have talked with my neighbors who are physically close to me and asked them to be extra vigilant in looking for and reporting suspicious activity in our neighborhood. I cannot thank them enough for their support. I hope you’ll support us too.
You can reach us at our home on Scotland Road or via the phone (860.823.1516) should you have any information you’d like to share.
While this “noise” is distracting, Paul and I are determined to push it aside and make for a very Merry Christmas in our new home. We wish you and your family the Happiest of Holidays.
"Perhaps your 'red-neck' neighbor with his offensive Santa was encouraged by your 'red-neck' blvd sign. Thanks a lot!
Your Neighbors"
No return address, no name to me translates to "no guts"
Sometime ago we were gifted with our "Red Neck Blvd" sign. The house across the street is a rental & it is a revolving door. The couple that lives there now has a GIGANTIC Santa cut out with his pants around his ankles, showing his boxer shorts pasted to their front door. It probably wouldn't be a decoration I would choose for my house ... but whatever
Today I am home with the girls, we're all sick. Shortly before 3 a car pulls into the end of my driveway, the passenger door opens and someone yells something I can't quite make out. Instinctively, I look at the sign. It is still there unharmed. Brooke from the dining room asks me "Why were they yelling about the sign?" She swears she heard them say something about putting up a sign. I'm not sure, it all happened so fast, I wasn't quite sure. Then my mind shot to the card .... coincidence? related? I'm not sure ... but today they scared my kids and joke or not .. that is NOT COOL.
Here's the letter I'll be delivering to as many people in the neighborhood that I can. You can mess with me but don't screw with my kids. Do. Not. Do. It.
Dear Neighbor,
My Husband, Paul, and I live at 297 Scotland Road with our two young daughters. On Wednesday, December 5 we received a Christmas card addressed only to my husband with a personal message implying that the “Red Neck Blvd” sign at the end of our driveway was responsible for other decorations that did not meet the sender’s standards in the neighborhood.
Today, Friday, I was at home with my girls (ages 6 and 3) who were too ill to attend school. In the late afternoon, a car pulled into the end of my driveway; the passenger opened the car door and began yelling in the direction of my home. My oldest daughter was immediately frightened and asked me “why are they yelling something about the sign?”
The card that arrived in Wednesday’s USPS delivery had no return address and a generic signature. I respect that not everyone in our neighborhood can find and appreciate the humor in our sign, however, today’s event whether related to the card or not crossed a line. This is our home - where we are raising our children. My children were scared. That is Unacceptable.
As a fellow resident of Scotland Road, I am asking for your help. If you know who is responsible for sending the card or who is responsible for the incident this afternoon please do something. Reach out to us, to them, or to the Norwich Police Department. I have included a copy of the envelope and card for reference.
In just a short time this afternoon, I have talked with my neighbors who are physically close to me and asked them to be extra vigilant in looking for and reporting suspicious activity in our neighborhood. I cannot thank them enough for their support. I hope you’ll support us too.
You can reach us at our home on Scotland Road or via the phone (860.823.1516) should you have any information you’d like to share.
While this “noise” is distracting, Paul and I are determined to push it aside and make for a very Merry Christmas in our new home. We wish you and your family the Happiest of Holidays.
11.28.2012
Family
#28 - I am thankful for my extended family and the examples they set for the girls.
I'm thankful for my sister and brother and the excellent choices they made in spouses. I love them all - the ones that are stuck with me -- cause I was born first and the ones that picked them for their mates. My girls could not have better Aunts and Uncles and Paul and I know that we can count on them to be there. I mean my sister did score us that gigantic TV.
I'm thankful for my Mother in Law. She has taught me, by example, how important it is to have Faith. She has totally embraced the fact that we call her Moses instead of Mom or Gramma and she lets my kids completely destroy the order at her house and replace it with chaos when we are there. She generously babysits almost every Sunday night while we go bowling. The girls have her packing up dress up clothes, paper and snacks to bring to our house ... because you know we hardly have any toys here! She also happens to make awesome frosted brownies.
I'm thankful for my sister in law Sue and my brother in law Mickey. The girls just light up when Mickey is around ... I mean he more often than not brings them munchkins ... who wouldn't love that? Sue is happy to grab something for me when she is at the store and when we get together for an impromptu pizza lunch or dinner it is non stop laughs and she likes wine ... its always nice to have someone to share a cocktail with. She listens when you talk and pays attention to all the stuff we have going on in our lives. She is creative and full of energy. She thinks of clever things to entertain the girls when they stay with her.
I'm thankful for Uncle Steve and Ducky for all the help they have been in getting the site work and septic done for the new house. I'm thankful for the coffee breaks and lunches provided by Aunt Norma, Katie and Jeanette. I'm thankful for the times when Kyna has just jumped in and fed a kid, walked a dog or cleared a table.
I'm thankful for the time my parents get to spend enjoying their retirement, but I am overjoyed when they return home to CT.
The time these people spend with us fills our lives with laughter. They are all so different and enrich the lives of our girls just being a part of our family.
#28 - I am thankful for my extended family and the examples they set for the girls.
I'm thankful for my sister and brother and the excellent choices they made in spouses. I love them all - the ones that are stuck with me -- cause I was born first and the ones that picked them for their mates. My girls could not have better Aunts and Uncles and Paul and I know that we can count on them to be there. I mean my sister did score us that gigantic TV.
I'm thankful for my Mother in Law. She has taught me, by example, how important it is to have Faith. She has totally embraced the fact that we call her Moses instead of Mom or Gramma and she lets my kids completely destroy the order at her house and replace it with chaos when we are there. She generously babysits almost every Sunday night while we go bowling. The girls have her packing up dress up clothes, paper and snacks to bring to our house ... because you know we hardly have any toys here! She also happens to make awesome frosted brownies.
I'm thankful for my sister in law Sue and my brother in law Mickey. The girls just light up when Mickey is around ... I mean he more often than not brings them munchkins ... who wouldn't love that? Sue is happy to grab something for me when she is at the store and when we get together for an impromptu pizza lunch or dinner it is non stop laughs and she likes wine ... its always nice to have someone to share a cocktail with. She listens when you talk and pays attention to all the stuff we have going on in our lives. She is creative and full of energy. She thinks of clever things to entertain the girls when they stay with her.
I'm thankful for Uncle Steve and Ducky for all the help they have been in getting the site work and septic done for the new house. I'm thankful for the coffee breaks and lunches provided by Aunt Norma, Katie and Jeanette. I'm thankful for the times when Kyna has just jumped in and fed a kid, walked a dog or cleared a table.
I'm thankful for the time my parents get to spend enjoying their retirement, but I am overjoyed when they return home to CT.
The time these people spend with us fills our lives with laughter. They are all so different and enrich the lives of our girls just being a part of our family.
#28 - I am thankful for my extended family and the examples they set for the girls.
My Person
# 27 - I am thankful for my best friend.
I'm thankful for my best friend, Robin.
We didn't go to school or grow up together, we met, by chance really, when she moved into the neighborhood. There was an invitation to a jewelry party and other little things here and there. Then before I knew it she was "my person" ... if you watch Grey's Anatomy (and she doesn't) you get that.
Sometimes we go all week and only talk thru email, sometimes we go months without a lunch, dinner or shopping excursion without the girls. Some how, none of that matters.
She is the person I call when ....
- when my husband has done something irritating
- when my kids are sick or struggling with something
- when I don't know what to wear to a social engagement
- when I need to borrow 2 slices of bread to make someone's lunch
- when my kids do something adorable or comical
- when I need to share a secret
- when I am over scheduled and need someone to pick up or drop off a little person
- when I need someone to let the dog out
- when I got terrible news and was crying hysterically
- when I am scared
- when I am sad
- when I am angry
- when I am happy
She is the person who ....
- empathizes
- helps me brainstorm
- enjoys Japanese/Chinese food as much as I do and never makes me feel bad when I order a TON of food off the menu
- reminds me that I am only one person
- knows I love Sangria
- never makes me feel guilty about ordering dessert
- tells me it is OK to ask for help
- reminds me, "You can say No"
- randomly drops by and steals my kids for lunch and an outing
- never forgets my birthday
- knows where I get my hair and nails done and that they are 2 different places
- knows someone who does or fixes anything I need
- makes me feel important
- respects my job ... even though she isn't 100% sure exactly what I do
- treats my entire family like they are her family
- tells me when I am over-reacting
- when necessary, kicks me in the A$$, smiles and says "get over it"
We've known each other less than 10 years ... but it feels like a lifetime.
She is my person ... some night we're gonna watch that episode of Grey's so she understands how "big" that really is.
I'm thankful for my best friend, Robin.
We didn't go to school or grow up together, we met, by chance really, when she moved into the neighborhood. There was an invitation to a jewelry party and other little things here and there. Then before I knew it she was "my person" ... if you watch Grey's Anatomy (and she doesn't) you get that.
Sometimes we go all week and only talk thru email, sometimes we go months without a lunch, dinner or shopping excursion without the girls. Some how, none of that matters.
She is the person I call when ....
- when my husband has done something irritating
- when my kids are sick or struggling with something
- when I don't know what to wear to a social engagement
- when I need to borrow 2 slices of bread to make someone's lunch
- when my kids do something adorable or comical
- when I need to share a secret
- when I am over scheduled and need someone to pick up or drop off a little person
- when I need someone to let the dog out
- when I got terrible news and was crying hysterically
- when I am scared
- when I am sad
- when I am angry
- when I am happy
She is the person who ....
- empathizes
- helps me brainstorm
- enjoys Japanese/Chinese food as much as I do and never makes me feel bad when I order a TON of food off the menu
- reminds me that I am only one person
- knows I love Sangria
- never makes me feel guilty about ordering dessert
- tells me it is OK to ask for help
- reminds me, "You can say No"
- randomly drops by and steals my kids for lunch and an outing
- never forgets my birthday
- knows where I get my hair and nails done and that they are 2 different places
- knows someone who does or fixes anything I need
- makes me feel important
- respects my job ... even though she isn't 100% sure exactly what I do
- treats my entire family like they are her family
- tells me when I am over-reacting
- when necessary, kicks me in the A$$, smiles and says "get over it"
We've known each other less than 10 years ... but it feels like a lifetime.
She is my person ... some night we're gonna watch that episode of Grey's so she understands how "big" that really is.
# 27 - I am thankful for my best friend.
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