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This is Going to Take Some Time to Figure Out

This is what happens when I let my blog go for a YEAR . . . Can’t figure out how to add pictures and format them . .  everything is different. So I have some pictures of our Sunday brunch at Essex. I have a great picture of my birthday presents from Rachel and Hannah . . . and I dug up the picture from last year when my hair was short. I wanted to post them. I definitely think I like more hair.

MORE HAIR covers MORE FACE. I like it.

Well Drew just called and he’s on his way home so I’m going to make some dinner. Nothing exciting to write. No time, tired but need to keep it going.  For now, you’ll have to sign on to Instagram to see a pic or two of yesterday!

Look for me as sallymaxwell on Instagram!


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April 22, 2013 · 7:58 pm

OMG, First Try and I’M BACK IN!

Can’t believe I remembered my password on the first try! Has it been a year? No, I think not, it’s been more than a year since I last wrote anything. Well, let me tell you — I’ve been writing such great witty, haha funny, and sometimes deeply insightful posts in my head and I keep thinking, “I should write that down,” but I don’t because I’m sure that I will remember it all when I sit in front of my (new) Macbook Pro.

So here I am sitting at the dining room table waiting for all those words to tumble out of my brain . . . not happening. Still nothing. Well, forget the witty stuff, I’ll just start babbling and soon those creative juices I hear so much about will start flowing again.

Mid April and it’s 43 degrees out. I guess today I’ll complain about how cold it is for this time year. Only a week ago I was walking the streets of NYC dripping with sweat complaining about the heat. I have a very small window of comfort.

Today is my Birthday Brunch at Essex with the my girls and Drew. I don’t have many photos on Facebook but I remembered that Rachel posted one of us at Essex last year. Just checked the picture to make sure I’m not wearing the same t-shirt as last year. Wow, my hair was short! I’m hoping I look better in today’s pic. Let you know tomorrow. Maybe I’ll post them both.

Oops, getting late . . . . off to brunch.


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Pizza, pancakes, fried green tomatoes, and good coffee

Time: Saturday night around 9:30

Place:: Hemingway’s, Wantagh

Cell phone rings. It’s Rachel. (uh oh)

Hi,” I scream into the phone. “What are you doing?” she asks. Not a good sign. (“Did she really say that to you too?” comments Hannah when she read this draft.)

Eating dinner. Why? You want to come home?” I jokingly say. “Well, no. Not if I can help it.” she responds. And from then it was pure psycho-squealing from Rachel’s end. “What? What are you saying? I can’t understand you?” I yell over the roar of the crowd. “Have you talked to Hannah?” I think I hear her say. More squealing. This goes on for a while. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Meanwhile, Drew is staring at my plate. “Are you finished eating?” He’s eyeing my last bit of food. It’s sitting there too long for him. I’m trying to decipher whatever it is Rachel is saying and, at the same time, keep Drew’s fork off my plate til I am ready to hand over the goods. Ah, it’s not easy being a slow eating multitasking mommy.

What was the call all about? Rachel locked herself out of her apartment. Her keys are inside and she is outside —  in between is a locked door. With nowhere to go she decides to call mommy. (Oops, what was that she mumbled? Something about a seat at the bar?) Can we pick the keys up from Mooney at her workplace on our way to the city tomorrow? Answer: yes. Meanwhile Hannah’s roommates will save Rachel from a night on the street. Hannah is here in Merrick and Rachel is in Hannah’s bed in the city. Lucky for Rachel we had already planned on driving in for Sunday brunch.

An early Sunday morning text from Rachel says she’s in her apartment. Josh has a key and he was there. What a rainy awful day — drove to city and stopped off at Clinton Street Bakery. We send Hannah out in the rain to get our name on the list. “She said to call in 1 1/2 hours and she will let us know how long,” she reports back. I make a face. It’s raining, I’m hungry. Waiting an hour is okay but hours . . .  Hannah sees my reaction and has that constipated look that she occasionally has — you know the look, when things don’t always go as planned and you switch to plan b — well Hannah does not live in a world where there is a plan b. She wanted to take us to Clinton St. for the great pancakes and that was that. Drew and I glance at each other. What to do. What else? Pick up Rachel and go to Crocodile Lounge to drink bloody marys and share a small pizza to hold us over. A toast to change: Columbia and California!

Hours later, sitting in Clinton Street Bakery, we were a happy family. Drew and Rachel ordered some eggy dishes. Hannah and I ordered blueberry pancakes served with warm maple butter. We all tasted the fried green tomatoes which, by the way, weren’t green and drank good coffee. Mmmmmmmmm . . . so much to eat!

A Happy Family Brunch on a Rainy Day

No dinner tonight– just some green tea.

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