Tuesday, October 27, 2009

You know what's awkward?

When you ask your friend who was engaged the last time you spoke (which was a while ago, but they were together for years) "Oh, did you get married yet?"

And they say, "No, I 'm not married. My ex-fiance met some Greek dude, took my dog, a bunch of my stuff, and moved to Miami."

Note to self: check facebook profiles thoroughly before commenting on life milestones.

Diana Rissetto

Okay, everybody knows I'm a big Anne Frank fan...

...perhaps that sounds kind of strange...but, seriously? I think Anne would have been thrilled to know people were calling themselves fans.

I think it all started when I watched the Melissa Gilbert TV movie about her in the 4th grade. (Michael Landon is one of my ultimate heroes, so, of course I love Half-Pint, too.) I would go on to read every book I could possibly find on Anne Frank, and watch every last film.

So...of course, I snatched-up the brand NEW Anne Frank book on the shelves...Anne Frank: The Life, The Book, The Afterlife. http://www.harpercollins.com/books/9780061430794/Anne_Frank/index.aspx


I was reading on the train (which is where I do most of my reading) and was carrying the book as I was getting-off at my stop.

Conductor: (30-something old man with an accent and long dreadlocks) THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK!

Now, for a second, I looked at this man and realized how different we looked on the outside, and yet...we both knew Anne Frank! Anne Frank was so universal...she still brings people together.

Me: Yup.

Conductor: I have not seen a copy of that book since high school.

Me: (I had to correct him! It wasn't a copy of the actual diary!) Yeah...it's actually not the diary, it's kind a book about the book...

Young Man in Military Gear (most likely going to Fort Monmouth), gets off the trian with me:
So, it's like the story BEHIND The Diary of Anne Frank?

Me: Yeah...and about how the book got discovered and published and everything.

Military Guy: She brought the diary to the concentration camp with her, right? And that's where they found it?

Me: No...it was found in the hiding place...

Military Guy: So she left it in the house she stayed in?

I will give this guy a break, since he is serving our country...and I know that not everybody has my strange knowledge of all things Secret Annexe...but I cringed a bit inside.

Not gonna lie.

Diana Rissetto

Monday, October 26, 2009

And because I always post updates on Cheyenne Jackson...

There's one of my very favorite guys on the cover of NEXT!!!

A Dear Abby letter drove me crazy yesterday

By the time I was 17, I had no grandparents and no father. I never knew either of my grandmothers, my mom's father died when I was 5, and my father's dad died when I was 10. When I was 17, my father died. This year, my uncle, who was the closest thing I had to a father, passed away at the relatively young age of 60.

Not gonna lie, this has all left me with quite a few issues.

I have always been very envious of people who have not had so much premature loss in their lives.

I remember once I had a friend who was talking about her great-grandmother being sick and the distress it was causing her family. We were talking on AIM, and my cousin was in the room. I told her that my friend was upset about her great-grandmother, and that it was surprising that somebody still HAD their great-grandmother at this age. My cousin laughed and said, "It's not weird...we're the only family where everybody dies."

Even though we shrugged and laughed, I realized how very, very SAD that statement was.

(It would also drive me crazy when people, trying to be helpful, would tell me they knew exactly what I was going through...a child losing a parent...because their 85-year-old grandmother had just died. It's not the same thing at all. I think when somebody is passing away at an old age, it is a time to celebrate the fact that they have lived long, full lives. I remember after 9/11 happened, I was looking at the obituaries in the local paper and there were so many people in their 20's, 30's, 40's that had died that horrible day...and then there would be a 90-year-old who had died of natural causes and had twenty-seven great-grandchildren. It just seems unbalanced and very, very unfair.)

Which is why this letter to Abby annoyed me so much.

I wish I could talk to the author of this letter.

I wish I could tell her how lucky she and her husband are that they have ALL FOUR of their parents.

She should be happy that her parents go-out to eat and buy each other expensive gifts.

They have earned that right.

I wish she knew how fortunate her children were to have all four grandparents.

A lot of us weren't that lucky.

I am sure that my mother would have LOVED the "burden" of taking care of her parents in their old age...and it makes me sad that my father will never live in my basement, a la Jerry Stiller in The King of Queens.

I am very jealous of "Afraid for the Future in San Antonio." She has no idea how good she has it.

Diana Rissetto

DEAR ABBY: My husband, "Adrian," and I have been married five years, but there is something looming in our future that both of us dread -- our parents' old age. Adrian is an only child. I have one sister, but when it comes to caring for our parents, I might as well be an only child.

Adrian's parents live month-to-month on Social Security and pension checks. If they ever have any extra money, they don't save it. They buy each other expensive gifts and eat out. Neither one of them is in good health, and the day will come when they won't be able to care for themselves or each other, and I know they'll expect us to do it.

My parents are about the same, except they're banking on an inheritance to see them through retirement. That money may or may not be enough, considering how long people live now. My grandparents were frugal. They saved and were determined not to be a burden on their children.

Our parents think it's our duty to care for them. His parents are in their late 60s, and we have young children. We cringe at the idea that after all our hard work we'll go from caring for our children to caring for our parents with no time for ourselves. -- AFRAID FOR THE FUTURE IN SAN ANTONIO

DEAR AFRAID: No one can foresee the future, so stop ruining the present by obsessing about what "might" happen. You say your in-laws are not in good health? One or both of them could die before they become completely dependent on you and your husband. The same is true for your parents. Forgive me if this seems cold, but it happens to be the truth.

I have been taking melatonin lately

Everybody knows I have major sleeping issues (which is one of the many reasons why I am pretty sure the movie Dream for an Insomniac was based on my life) and have been taking melatonin lately to help me sleep.

Apparently, one of the side effects of melatonin is strange dreams.

I had a strange dream last week.

(I would also like to argue that I am pretty sure that ALL dreams are strange dreams. I think that only crazy people have dreams that actually make any sense.)

In my dream, I was the girlfriend of Brendan Fraser's character in the movie School Ties.

Not Brendan Fraser himself, but a fictional character.

David Green.

You know, the high school star quarterback hiding his Jewish identity to fit in with a snooty prep school in 1955 New England.

I remember watching that movie numerous times in the 6th grade. My best friend and I loved it...Brendan was her movie star crush, Chris O'Donnell, David's roommate, was mine.

However, I haven't watched it in years and have no idea why I was dreaming about it.

I woke-up quite disappointed that this dream wasn't true.

Not because I wanted to date David Green or Brendan Fraser...but because I'll never date ANY guy in 1955.

Diana Rissetto

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Kids are much smarter than we give them credit for...

The other day, my uncle was holding my almost 3-month old nephew.

My niece (she will turn 4 soon) was poking him. (Isn't that what babies are there for?)

My uncle warned her, "He's going to bite you if you keep doing that!"

She looked-up at him and said, completely seriously, "But he doesn't have any teeth..."

Ah, kids.

Gotta love 'em.

Diana Rissetto

Thursday, October 22, 2009

My handwriting feels very famous...

I often talk about my WONDERFUL, talented, funny, beautiful inside-and-out friend Cheyenne Jackson on here.

Here's Cheyenne's latest "vlog", and that Diana he mentions around 1:50? That would be me.

Made me laugh.

That's my boy!


Diana Rissetto