Sunday, August 23, 2009

Back To School

Hello fellow friends and bloggers,

Tomorrow both my sons start school, thus causing me to blog less. They need their mommy and I need them to be 100% effective in and after school. No matter how much I lie to myself that this blog does not take that much time, it does. I am always thinking of new things to post about. I am on the computer at night, when I should be watching a movie with my husband or going to bed at a decent time to be a restful mom in the morning.

Blogging can be addictive, just like Facebook and Twitter and all Internet venues. I must be "present" for my family "first" otherwise the "purpose" for this blog is a lie. And that folks is as honest as I can be.

So, I am wishing ALL the parents a successful back to school year.....and I will be posting on the weekends only. Do come back......

With sincerity,


Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Birthday: Part II

After an exhilarating day of Zip lining and
goofing around with my friends, we headed home.

I walked in my house and saw people popping out of my walls, "SURPRISE".


My friends were all at my house to greet me at the door.

In that moment, I felt as though I could die today,
and all was good in my world.

My husband planned it four days in advance and
I was TRULY surprised.

Everyone parked on the block behind my house.
No clues left behind.
No need to fake the smile or the tears.
It was all genuine and all so wonderful!

We had to improvise with an "autumn pear" candle. Thank God I did not have to blow out 34 of them.

Here is a special Thanks to all the people that showed up and made it not just a day about me, but a day about loyal friendships, family, togetherness, and love! I appreciate all of you.


Monday, August 17, 2009

The Perfect Birthday

There are days, that words do not do it justice! My 34TH Birthday was one of those days. To state that it was a fun or adventurous or moving birthday, would rob it of the true magic that I experienced. SO instead I will post lots of pictures and videos (Today & Tomorrow) and you can feel it for yourself.

The 4 Eagle Ranch does not only offer Zip lining, but serenity too.
Open fields, horses, goats, hens, cats, dogs, and the good ole' southern cookin'. The trip would not have been as fun if it wasn't for our sarcastic tour guides who made sure NOT to alleviate our concerns.

Click on collage to see the images up close!

We spent 2 1/2 hours going down 6 different Zip lines.
We started off on a Zip line that was 100 ft. long, 80 feet off the ground doing anywhere between 12-18 mph.
We ended it on a 1000 ft. long line, going 33-40 mph and
approximately 180 ft off the ground.

The day did not end there!
Come back tomorrow for the finale to my most memorable day!

Friday, August 14, 2009

Birthday Adventure

The time has arrived!!! In two days, for my 34Th Birthday, I will be hanging on REALLY tight, eyes closed, stomach in my throat, as I breeze on by on a really thin line. Am I going through a mid-life crisis?

I mean I am a mother of three, why am I doing this?

Isn't waking up to three unpredictable children every morning enough excitement?

The truth is I am done walking through life analyzing every single move that sounds terrifying to me.

I am relinquishing my control to a Higher Power,
and just having fun!

I need to do this because it will open up doors to other riveting opportunities, and who knows, I might become an adrenaline junkie. My favorite expression is:

"It's not the years in your life, it's the life in your years."

I just finished reading a book called "Curiosity". It talks about how seeking out new things in your life, forces you to live in the present and in the process enriches your days.

So that is my new philosophy, is living with curiosity. Observing and always asking questions and learning something new. Life is too short to not take advantage of the abundance that is provided to us.

Come back next week to see the results and thanks for voting on my New Adventure: Ziplining!

Au Revoir!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop

The Prompt: A God Moment

One night, my mom's cancer placed her in excruciating pain. She cried and cried all night long in between periods of vomiting from the chemotherapy. It was a lot for me to withstand at 14 years old and not sure what I could do. I felt so helpless.

The disease was in its final stages and that evening she was unable to move from her aching bones, which is why she was hollering all night. I loved her more than I loved myself and was dying inside. What could I do? The doctors were out of answers and out of cures. Where could I turn for some solace and solutions?

It was midnight as I walked into our mini-kitchen in Queens and sat by the window. Outside was completely still and quiet. I placed my hands together to pray. My hands were so tightly wound out of the sheer desperation for my mother's well being. In that moment, I prayed with all of my heart, my soul, my every ounce of being that I could muster up. I never prayed with the same intensity before or since.

"God, please, I am going to ask for this one favor. I know I am not perfect and maybe do not deserve to have my prayers answered, but this is so important to me and if you help, I will be forever compliant to you."

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably as I whispered those words. I couldn't stop crying as my nose became instantly runny too.

"God, please, I know my mother is dying, but please give her a break at least for one day. Please make her experience a day of happiness and comfort. Please Lord, she is such a kind and loving mother. I may not deserve your mercy, but she does. She has faith in you and is so good to everyone. Please help her go to sleep tonight and wake up with ease in the morning."

I stayed by that window for a good hour repeating that prayer over and over again. The word please had never sounded and felt as sincere as it did in that moment.

I went to bed with swollen eyes. I tried to fall asleep, but all I heard was my mother's agony and my heart beating out of my chest from the anxiety it was feeling.

Around 3 AM there was finally silence and I managed to close my eyes. My dad left for work early and I did not even hear him leave.

I woke up before my mom, prepared her breakfast, cleaned her bowl by her bedside, and got a fresh robe ready for her to wear.

My mother came out and her cheeks looked like there was a sign of life in them. She said "Good Morning" and it was with a smile. She could walk, even though the night before she could not even approach the bathroom without the support from me and my father.

In that moment, I was truly happy. Not the kind of happy that we associate with, but the happy that is of spiritual multitudes, that fills every cell in your body with joy. The kind of happy that is euphoric. The kind that lifts your feet off the floor as you are floating about. The kind of happy that is not of this Earth.

I made tea and we sat around just talking. She told me that after she died, she wanted to be mummified and placed in the corner of our living room to scare my father's future girlfriends. I laughed while trying to figure out how to make that happen. Who would provide such a service?

I made her favorite Spinach Soup for lunch and we talked about life, boyfriends, school, values, love, and most of all her concern to leave me at such an impressionable age. As she talked, I admired her soft skin, warm eyes, and motherly hands that I had grown to depend on and was going to miss insensibly.

It was a wonderful day. One that I knew only God had provided to the both of us to prepare for the inevitable. I will never forget that moment or the lessons that came out of it, which still rules my decision making to this day. I had her for 14 years of my life, but she taught me enough to last me for 100.

The night I prayed, I understood for the first time about being able to "move mountains" when you have Faith. Faith and the desire for an event to take place. I pray every night, but it never feels as genuine as it did then and that's why it probably was one of the few times, that I was witness to a Miracle.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Locks Of Love: Update

Recently my niece Amber, donated her gorgeous locks to Locks of Love. Locks of Love donates hair to children with cancer who need wigs but cannot afford them. They use your donated hair to customize the hair color and hair style.

Click here to view guidelines for donations.

The day Amber donated her hair, I received this photograph on my cell phone with a message stating how proud she was to help another child in need. We are proud of you too Amber.

It's traumatizing enough for children to face a terminal illness, without the constant reminder in the mirror.

My hair has grown 4 inches since my first haircut on January 22ND. It will take approximately two years for it to grow to the desired length for a donation. In the meantime, I just sit back and let mother nature do its thing. Donating hair is probably one of the most effortless yet meaningful tasks you can achieve.

You have been blessed with a bounty of hair, now pay it forward, and allow a little girl with cancer to smile when she looks at herself with long, shimmering locks that she can brush and style daily.

Hat Follow-Up

I realized that I could not have a Hat Article without including my two biggest inspirations, my nieces Bella and Amber. Not only do I want their hats, but their entire wardrobe too. Love you girls!

If you have a hat that you would like me to post on my site, please email me a photo at Let's start a Hat Movement and inspire others to looks Marvelous too.

Monday, August 10, 2009

If You Want To Get Ahead, Then Get A Hat

The world could never produce too many HATS......
wisdom according to Corn.
My icons, Audrey Hepburn & Jackie-O set the stage for elegant hats.
A hat draws attention and makes a stronger impression than any other accessory.

My fondest memories of shopping as a young girl, was trying on straw hats, silk hats, felt hats, you name it, and executing my British Accent while asking my mother what she thought.

With a Hat you can escape to a different time and place. So what happened to them?

I rarely see anyone walking down the street with my favorite fashion statement. Must we reside at the Buckingham Palace to wear something so Fabulous? Must we star in Sex and the City to sport a new look?

What must we do to celebrate a tradition that dates back centuries and centuries ago?

In the meantime, my dear Katherine and I, will present our own Royal sense of style on Denver Boulevard.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

P/T Vegetarian

I promised to inspire some of you to become Part Time Vegetarians by posting recipes. Some people believe that you are either Vegetarian or Not. My goal is to cut down on meat 5 days out of the week for my health and the environment. So if you prefer, you can call me a Part Time Carnivore.

My efforts were mentioned on Blogher which made me thrilled.

I have an obsession with pancakes, because the variations are endless. This week, I made Blueberry Pancakes (my favorite). I like to place each blueberry individually while the batter is cooking in the pan for that "perfect" effect and to guarantee that there is a plump blueberry in every bite.

Why stop there? After the Blueberry Pancake is on your plate, top it off with Trader Joe's Wild Maine Blueberry Fruit Sauce. You can purchase an 8 oz. bottle for $2.99 and I promise you will not regret it.

For Lunch I cooked Zucchini Primavera. We planted zucchini (part of the squash/pumpkin family) this summer and they grow in abundance. We pick out at least 3 medium sized ones daily. What to do besides Zucchini Bread or Zucchini Lasagna? Zucchini Primavera.

Saute zucchini with garlic, fresh tomatoes, and peas in olive oil for approximately 5 minutes. Add a tablespoon of white wine & basil along with salt and pepper. Serve on a plate with freshly grated Parmesan.

Cook with love and eat with joy!

Friday, August 7, 2009

The Julie/Julia Project: Review Is In

I was so anxious for Friday, August 7Th to arrive so that I could run to the theater and see the Julie/Julia movie. I recall the first time I saw the preview for it and thinking this movie was made for ME. OK, I am being a tad selfish, because I can guarantee that if you are a blogger yourself or a foodie this movie was made for you too.

I loved it! It met all my expectations. I could relate to everything.

I could relate to being 30 something and not sure where my life is headed.

I could relate to being in culinary school and how impossible it felt just to prove yourself.

I could relate to taking on tasks that I was never able to complete. For example, 1 YR in college for Drama, then 1 Year for Fashion, and finally 1 Year for Culinary. The only thing I was able to ever complete was a 9 month pregnancy and the birthing process. And let's not forget the epidural that made it all possible.

I could relate to the passion I have for writing.

I could relate to how exciting it is when you get that First Comment on your blog from someone other than a family member or personal friend.

I could relate being married to a supportive husband who makes all of this insanity possible and keeps me moving forward.

And I could relate to looking at role models that have inspired me to be something MORE.

Watching the movie, felt like a personal experience. I viewed Julie the way she viewed Julia. Like we had an unspeakable connection, my own imaginary friend.

I forgot the entire time that I was watching Meryl Streep play Julia Child. She was Julia Child. I hope one day they make a movie about Julia Child in its entirety, because she was a remarkable woman.

The movie was witty, inspirational, fun, yummy, touching!

It's Humane

Meet our new family member Ferris. We adopted him from the Humane Society two weeks ago.

We love all the odd little markings on him. From one black paw, to his black nose, to his oddball personality.

The boys adore him. Ferris picked them out the instant they walked into the shelter. It was destiny.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

A Moment of Remembrance

On August 6, 1945 "Little Boy" (an atomic bomb) was dropped over Hiroshima, Japan. Three days later, "Fat Boy" went down with the same vengeance over Nagasaki, Japan.

The death toll exceeding 180,000 innocent Japanese.

Today, we pay our respects to the victims and to World Peace.

I asked my boys what Peace meant to each of them and these videos are the result.

After the devastation in Japan, President Truman continued testing nuclear weapons.

Japan has since built the Hiroshima Peace Park and is determined to keep the flame burning until the
World rids itself of all Nuclear destruction.

How far fetched of an idea is that? That all depends on our willingness to let go of power and embrace equality.

The Peace sign was created by a man, Gerald Holtom, who wanted to provide a symbol for marchers that represented Nuclear here to view a diagram of its origins.

Here are a few of my photographs that I was able to capture of our Peace symbol.

What does peace mean to you? How do you go about your daily life to ensure it?

Wednesday, August 5, 2009


August 6Th marks the 64TH year since Harry Truman ordered an atomic bomb called "Little Boy" to get dropped on Hiroshima, Japan killing over 140,000 innocent lives. Three days later, he dropped a second bomb killing 80,000 more. The Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park is dedicated to World Peace and the desire to rid our lives of nuclear weapons forever.

This year I am asking all my fellow bloggers to dedicate their blog on August 6TH to Peace. Create your post with images of peace, words of peace, inspirations of peace, and ideas of peace. Lets all link to one another so we can spread the word, that WAR is not an absolute of our existence. If you do not have your own blog,

Post A Comment on Peace instead.


If we did not spend trillions of dollars on nuclear weapons, how we could aid other nations in conquering poverty, hunger, disease, etc. Not to mention everyone in our country would have full medical benefits.

If our children did not go to War, there would be no need for "the letter" delivered at the door.

If dads & moms did not go to War, their children would not be orphans.

If we lived in peace, we would not be scared to travel to countries that "opposed" us. We would not be suspicious of stangers on an airplane.

If we lived in peace, the Presidents around the World could discuss how to improve the quality of our lives, instead of how to stop nuclear advancement.

If we lived in peace, we would extend our existence.

I read a book called The New Earth that speaks a lot about the Human Ego and how it strives to be placed in a category and belong to a group. We have created a lot of resistance and resentment due to the Human Ego. Think about your own. Folks we were all created Equally. We may come from different cultures with different beliefs, but in the end we are all of the Human Race. Idealistic, probably, but also very factual.

To end my post I will talk about a little girl Sadako, who died of Leukemia at the age 12 from the pollution that was left behind by the atomic bomb in Hiroshima. Her best friend brought her a paper crane which in Japanese tradition, if you fold 1,000 of them, your wish will be granted. Desperate to defeat leukemia, she began folding cranes, but unfortunately died after folding her 664TH one. Her classmates finished making the remainder and now a statue of Sadako covered in 1,000 cranes stands in Peace Park.

No one wins when War is waged. Do we need a "Super Power" in this world? If we were all Equal why would anyone need to stand mightier?

*Facts in my post retrieved from a book titled "The 100 Best Volunteer Vacations To Enrich Your Life."

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Birthday Wishes

Happy Birthday Korn!

Tomorrow my husband celebrates his 39Th Birthday!

Another year blessed to share my life with him.

He is my rock, my most avid supporter, my best friend, my joy,

and definitely my soul mate.

Thanks for being a most devoted dad who is also a lot of fun.

Thanks for teaching the boys how to fish, build transformers,

inspire them to become techie fanatics,

to love and have respect for their family, and for always

expecting only the best from them.

Thank you for teaching our daughter what it means to be a great man!

We love you and wish you the most ROCKIN Birthday EVER.

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