Sunday, May 31, 2009

"I won't quit 'til I'm a star on Broadway..."

Yesterday, we had my sister's baby shower at my mother's house.

My mom's cousin saw the picture of Cheyenne Jackson on my mom's fridge (he should feel very honored, that fridge is reserved for Christmas photos of immediate child relatives only) and asked, "Who is THAT? He is GORGEOUS."

I told her that was my pal, a Broadway actor whom my mom was also very fond of, and, as chance would have it, he would be on television that evening opening the Tony preview concert.

Most of the guests were gone by 7 PM, but my mom told those who lingered that they had to hang around until they could all see Cheyenne on television.

Which we did...even though nobody had any idea who he was, and my Aunt Barbara told everyone that he had also been on All My Children with Susan Lucci a few years ago.

And so we watched the segment...and they all my mother's living room, surrounded by baby swings and blue and brown decorations.

I've always said (well, for the last five years or so), that this guy rates very high on my list of "older brothers I have always wanted"...and as everyone cheered in my mother's living room after his "On Broadway" segment, it looks like he also has a crazy Italian-American extended family that will gladly treat him like one of his own!

Here's the fantastic clip...

Diana Rissetto

Seriously, Mary Camden?

The other day, I read that Jessica Biel feels she is too beautiful to get good acting roles.

And I laughed-out loud.

I think there are some people who would say that I'm, of course, JEALOUS of Jessica Biel.

Of course I'm not.

If a girl is beautiful, I'll say she's beautiful. I'm no slouch myself. Fine, I'm not a supermodel, but I know I'm adorable. (Whatever, that sounds obnoxious, but I hear it enough!)

But this girl really thinks her earth-shattering beauty is the reason she's not winning Oscars?


Now, I'm all for quirky beauty.

I think Adrian Brody is hot...and if you just look at his face, it's probably not one that would normally be called handsome.

And Sarah Jessica Parker? I think she's gorgeous...despite some of the horrible, vicious things I hear people say about her appearance.

Despite Adrian and SJP and other unconventional beauties that find success...I think good looks still do nothing but help you in Hollywood...and Jessica Biel is delusional.

Can you just imagine a casting decision?

"Who do we have lined-up for this role, sir?"

"Well, we have a bunch of young Oscar-winning actresses...we have Kate Winslet, Angelina Jolie, Reese Witherspoon, Nicole Kidman, Catherine Zeta Jones...OH! And we also have that girl that was on Seventh Heaven."



I understand that words get twisted around in interviews...especially in print...but, Jessica Biel, if this is REALLY how you need to snap out of it...because you're showing to be quite unattractive in the way that really matters.

Diana Rissetto

When I was your age, I had to walk five miles in the snow with no shoes...

On Friday, I went by the American Girl Place.

Now, I'm an adult. I guess I've been a legal adult for about nine years...but I haven't forgotten the things I loved when I was a kid (as I just reread Judy Blume's Just As Long As We're Together the other day and it really was just as good as it was years ago).

The American Girl Collection came onto the scene when I was in the 2nd or 3rd grade. I got a Molly doll and books for Christmas. Molly was my favorite, and probably part of the reason my lifelong obsession with the 1940's began.

None of the little girls in my life are old enough for American Girl stuff, so I really had no reason to go by there...but I did.

And I learned that there is a NEW American Girl, a modern one, named Chrissa.

I browsed through Chrissa's introductory book.

This book involves getting nasty text messages and emails. Chrissa, like all American Girls, is nine.

Okay, I remember being a kid and always making sure that I had quarters on me to make a phone call.

I remember occasionally, a classmate didn't have a quarter and had to make a COLLECT CALL (GASP!) I even remember my friend Lauren having to do so to let her mother know she had to stay late after school, so and bursting into tears.

I also remember, at nine-years-old...not really having much of a life.

What exactly DOES a nine-year-old do for fun?

I'd read books.

I was just starting to really write stories.

I'd go to school and see my friends.

I'd say goodbye to my friends.

And sometimes (just sometimes) friends and I would see each other after school.

If we needed to talk to each other (for whatever reasons!), we would have to call each other at home...and risk having to speak to a parent or sibling...and ask if we were home.

We didn't have cellphones.

We didn't have emails.

And we turned-out okay.

I have no idea why nine-year-olds need these things...I don't think ANY kid really needs a cellphone until, perhaps, they start driving. I didn't get a cellphone until I was about 20-years-old and in college, and only then because my mother FORCED me to get one.

If she hadn't done that, I probably would still be carrying around quarters and looking for payphones.

In fact, I carried around my first cellphone for about five years, until the masking tape that held it together was no longer doing its job and I had no choice. (That actually describes my relationship with my first car...I rode it until it fell apart...with me in it...that car was my father's, and the car I remembered us taking family trips in and my dad driving to work I had a pretty strong attachment to it...but, then again...I'm sure my dad would also want me to be safe!)

I always joke that I'm really an 80-year-old in a young body, and it is times like these when I feel it stronger than ever.

Don't rush growing-up, Chrissa...haven't you ever watched Little House on the Prairie? Road to Avonlea? The Baby-Sitters Club! They were modern and cool in their day and they got along fine without cellphones and texting and IMing.

Don't be in such a rush to grow-up...there's no turning back.....................

Diana Rissetto

Monday, May 25, 2009

You know what I'm going to start doing?

Taking blog entry suggestions...since I don't always have much to write about...even though my life is very very very exciting. all five of my faithful readers...suggest away.

Thank you.

Diana Rissetto

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

On a similar note as my previous entry about friendship...

...I'm starting to think that it's never too late, and, more often than not, time does heal all wounds.

I had another friend from middle/high school that I drifted from...not exactly on a friendly note...during college. I think we both felt a general understanding that our friendship just wasn't what it was when we were younger...sad, but true. We grew-up.

I learned that she had a baby last year...and even though we hadn't spoken in a good five years, I sent a gift, and a note, saying I hoped to meet her daughter some day. I realized I couldn't let something as major as one of my oldest friends becoming a mother go without acknowledging it.

She sent me a very nice thank-you card and we've been back in touch ever since. She even referred to me as "Auntie Diana" in relationship to her daughter!

It feels really good to be friends again. I think it's always a lot easier and better to be friends than not to be.

Another video...

...from the scarily talented, delightful, adorable, and...weirdo...Peter Cincotti.

My gosh...I love this kid.

Diana Rissetto

Monday, May 11, 2009

You Gotta Friend...

One of my close friends went abroad for college. She was always very smart, got into an Ivy League college, so it was no surprise that she was expanding her horizons in Europe.

We kept in touch with the occasional email, but it was nothing compared to how we were before...when we would talk several times a day and would never go more than a few days without seeing each other.

I thought that her years in Europe would alter her, and our friendship...that she would be different when she returned, and we would never be able to pick-up where we left-off.

That wasn't true.

I remember picking her up in my car and we went to a diner. (In very typical New Jersey fashion.)

I said to her, "Is it okay if I stop for gas?"

She said, "No! It's not okay with me! I would rather us run out of gas and push the car the rest of the way to the diner!"

We both laughed, and, from then on, things were exactly the way they had always been. Our friendship was completely intact, and I knew I was sitting next to one of my closest friends for life.

Some friendships are meant to last forever...others aren't...and maybe that's okay. Maybe that's just a part of life.

I have never been a good one for change. I don't like it. I'm not sure if it's one of those things that come with losing a parent as a kid...yes, I definitely have some issues. I like for things to stay exactly as they are. I hate saying goodbye, I hate losing people in anyway.

I have joked that I am still in touch with the friends I made in the hospital when I was born. (That's not exactly true.) I like to stay in touch with people! When my family moved in the third grade. I desperately tried to write letters to all of my former classmates, and was so disappointed when they didn't all write back to me. Over Christmas, I met-up with my best friend from my first school...we hadn't seen each other in nearly seventeen years.

Maybe I try too hard. Maybe I force my friendship on people when I should just let them go.

This past year, I had to do just that...let go of friendships that I thought would be around forever...people I spoke to every day, that had seen me at my best and worst, and that knew everything about me...a part of my life one day, and then not there the next.

Losing a close friend is really hard. I stopped asking myself why things happened the way they did, and just accepted it.

Things had just changed.

I picked-up a book recently...Everything I Needed to Know About Being a Girl I learned from Judy Blume.

(That title could not be more true.)

One of the essays, by Megan Crane, inspired by Judy's Just As Long As We're Together (my personal favorite!) is all about a woman realizing that she and her "very best friend in the whole world" are no longer not just best friends anymore...but no longer friends at all.

I read the last page a couple of times over, relating to it so much...this was the story of my friendship, this was how I felt, this is what I had lost.

I'll just quote the passage right here, since I can't say it any better myself...

There are things I know about myself that I would never have learned without T. in my life. Some of those things are incredibly unpleasant, it's true, but that might be what friends are for. There were times when she seemed to be the only thing between me and a great darkness I feared I might get lost in. We were silly together in a way that I have never recreated with another friend and don't imagine I ever will. I miss the stories that only she knows, the jokes only she gets. As I wrote somewhere else, losing a friend is like losing a language, and I miss the one we spoke together. I loved her with the whole of my heart, and I won't regret that. There is no reason to imagine that some day one of us will reach out, the other will be receptive, and we will reaccess that intricate, secret world that we shared.

It is also possible that T. and I will never reconnect, never so much as speak again, and that's fine, too. I don't wish her ill. Quite the opposite.

Reading Judy Blume taught me this lesson long before I would have to learn it for myself. You can't hold onto people. Sometimes you have to let them go.

I believe that people come into your life for a reason, and it's up to you to learn the lessons they can teach you. I believe best friends teach us how to be better people, and to do that they sometimes have to leave you to do it yourself. T. taught me a great deal--much of which, I imagine, will take me years to fully understand. That's the gift of friendship. It changes, even after the friendship ends. I don't need to speak to T. again to keep the memory fo her--both good and bad--in a special place in my heart.

I like to think she's out there, happy, remembering me in the same bittersweet way.


For a long time, any memory involving these friends felt tainted...that I should banish them from my mind and forget that they had ever happened...but now, I don't believe memories can ever be "tainted".

As long as you were smiling when they were happening, there's no reason you shouldn't smile when you remember them...

And, just like Megan Crane, I know that it is possible that one day, as suddenly as the friendship had ended, we could reconnect and be friends again...but I know there's a better chance that we won't...and that's okay, too.

Diana Rissetto

Friday, May 8, 2009

I've realized something over the past couple of weeks...

...or maybe "realized" is a strong word...maybe I should say "I started to realize"...

It is so much easier to be happy for other people, to put positive energy out into this world, than to not be...than to be jealous or bitter and negative...

Sunday, May 3, 2009

If I could work with anybody creatively right now...

...I would go with Peter Cincotti.

When I listen to his songs, I automatically start constructing stories in my head that would go along with them. (Of course, I do the same thing when I people watch...or read wedding announcements in the New York Times...make-up stories that sound right. I think it's one of the things that come with a writer.)

I think Peter and I would work really well together. I think we're both sensitive and sappy and slight hopeless romantics and we could totally be the next Arthur Laurents and Stephen Sondheim. (I'd be Laurents. He'd be Sondheim.)

And yesterday I learned something that reinforced my "Peter Cincotti and I should collaborate some day" belief...

Peter Cincotti is a complete dork. (So am I, so it's all good.)

Here's Peter backstage as he tours with Seal and documents things for his lucky fans...

Aside from being the most talented musician our generation has produced...yes, Peter Cincotti is a dork...and he's not ashamed of that fact at all, which makes it even greater.

Call me, Peter.

Diana Rissetto

Friday, May 1, 2009

Maybe I should have gone to dental school...

When I was younger, I had a reoccurring dream that it was Christmas Eve, and we hadn't even put-up our Christmas tree.

I had it all the time...all throughout the year.

I'm sure some would look into that and find psychological reasons for it...anxiety, nervousness, stress...but, personally, I think I really WAS just genuinely worried about Christmas Eve creeping-up on us and not having the tree up yet.

I really really really love Christmas...not having a tree on Christmas Eve would, literally, be a nightmare.

I stopped having that dream eventually, and another one replaced about...


At least once a week, I dream that something happens to my teeth.

I look in the mirror and my teeth are suddenly very crooked or very yellow. (Or both! Shivers...) And I think to myself, "But they weren't like that this morning!

In another dream, my teeth just suddenly start falling-out in my mouth.

I'll wake-up and run my tongue over my teeth to reassure myself that they are still there, then check the mirror to see that they are still straight (I never missed a night wearing my retainer!) and white (as I can get them without resorting to getting them professional whitened.)

Now, I have heard that this is one of the most common dream ever and EVERYBODY has it.

(Kinda like that one when you get your grades back and realize that there's a class on it you never ever went to or knew that you had to go to.)

I really don't think that's why I always have this dream, though...I think I really AM just thinking about something happening to my teeth and, like not having a Christmas tree up on December 24th, it is a nightmare!

I love teeth.

Maybe I should have been a dentist...but I don't think I would want to take care of other people's teeth. I would much rather just notice other people's beautiful teeth and appreciate them (without having to touch and clean them myself.)

In fact, the cashier at Rite Aid recently asked me why I always buy so much toothpaste. I told her because I like to brush my teeth...and I do!

I have certain tooth-spirations that keep me going to brush and rinse so many times a day.

Some celebrities in my Beautiful Teeth Hall of Fame:

Lance Bass

When he was on Dancing With the Stars, I would look at his teeth and think they were the whitest things I have ever seen in my entire life and wondered how he did it.

Peter Cincotti

Scarily talented (that amount of talent at such a young age should be illegal!) adorable (he's obviously a nice boy that appreciates bygone eras who was brought-up right) wonderful Peter Cincotti...his teeth aren't perfect...but, for some reason, I think that if it weren't for watching his hands while he was playing the piano, I'd be staring at his teeth.

There is something about the boy's teeth. Can't explain it. But there is.

One of my very favorite guys in the world, Cheyenne Jackson. We're lucky that he's such a happy and pleasant guy and smiles a lot, because those are some fantastic teeth that would be wasted on somebody who walked around with a face on all the time...(kinda like how annoyed I get when miserable people are the ones blessed with big dimples. I have always wanted dimples.)

Now, teeth can be "too big" and still be gorgeous, as long as they are straight and white.

Such as...Dancing With the Stars/Bachelor chickie Melissa.

I have heard people make fun of her teeth...but I think they're great!!!

Rachel McAdams

Now, those are teeth!!!!!

I love teeth.

(The other night, I had a dream that I kept going outside to a fruitstand and stealing cherries. I was shoving them, by the handful, into my purse and pockets. I wonder if that's going to replace my teeth dream.)

Diana Rissetto