Monday, November 30, 2009

I tear-up at EVERYTHING this time of year.

While I AM known to cry over fabric softener commercials all throughout the year, I'm especially bad during the holidays. I watched the new Hallmark TV movie last night and found myself bawling at all the Hallmark commercials shown during the breaks. (Because the actual movie...about a developmentally disabled young man who wants to find homes for homeless dogs for Christmas REALLY just wasn't heartwrenching enough!)

On Thursday morning, I watched the Macy's I've done every Thanksgiving...and burst into tears at the site of a tall, dark-haired guy on an approaching Big Apple float.

Yes, that's Cheyenne Jackson, Broadway star, rising TV star, and my pal on his very own float at the Macy's parade.

Awesome awesome awesome.

Diana Rissetto

I ordered a veggie burger the other night.

The veggie burger USUALLY comes with fries, but on Wednesday, it came with mashed potatoes.

Mashed potatoes mixed with bacon.

I asked the waiter, "Is that bacon?"

The waiter, who was a young, enthusiastic, cute teenagish guy, said, "Of course it's bacon!"

I was really confused. (Since pigs don't grow on trees.)

Me: With a veggie burger?
Waiter: Oh! It's not bacon! It's...scallions!

Scallions are green! Bacon isn't green!

He told me to let him know if it was actually bacon before he left.

Since I haven't eaten bacon in a good ten years, I wasn't about to just then...and just trusted my instinct that that was, indeed, bacon, and scooped it out of my potatoes. (It was thankfully a clean scoop.)

A word to Houlihans:

Bacon and veggie burgers do not cancel each other out.

Diana Rissetto

Steven Eckholdt, I hope you have Google Blog Alerts set-up for your own name.

(I mean, I have Google Blog Alerts set-up for my own name, and nobody EVER mentions me in their blogs besides myself.)

Because I really want to get this message out to you, Steven Eckholdt.

I need to thank you for appearing in, just about, every Christmas TV movie ever filmed.

(That's a stretch. It's actually more least...four.)

Santa Who

Secret Santa

Comfort and Joy

Our First Christmas

They all have something in least one of the characters end-up learning the true meaning of Christmas.

And they all feature Steven Eckholdt.

Sometimes he plays the reporter dealing with an amnesic Santa...sometimes he's the husband of a woman with amnesia who wakes-up to find herself with a husband and two kids.

But no matter what Steven Eckholdt is doing in these sappy television holiday movies, he is always fantastic.

In my mind, Steven Eckholdt is sentimental and sensitive and loves the holiday season more than anything in the world.

I like to think that Steven Eckholdt grew-up setting-up a minature Bedford Falls village in his living room as a kid.

I like to think that Steven Eckholdt clearly proposed to his wife on the Rockefeller Center skating rink in December.

However, I DO know that there's always the possibility that Steven Eckholdt just takes whatever roles come his way, and four of them just happened to be Christmas movies that Lifetime and the Family Channel play 800 times each every season.

Whatever the reason...keep on doing what you're doing, Steven Eckholdt.

Diana Rissetto

Saturday, November 28, 2009

I hate change!

I always have.

It would probably make sense if this was one of those things I could blame on losing a parent at a young age, but it started before then. When my family moved from New York City to New Jersey when I was 9 years old, I thought it was the end of the world. I cried for months leading up to the move. I tried desperately to stay in touch with ALL of my classmates once we left, and was very disappointed when that didn't work-out. (Fourth graders aren't known for their letter-writing skills...and this was long before email.)

I just don't like it.

For over five years, I worked at Barnes and Noble. I started my freshman year of college and stayed until two years after I graduated. Bookstores always had a "home away from home" feel for me, and this officially became "my" bookstore. I spent so much time there, watched so many other workers come-and-go, made so many close friends (some of which I still am close to), and experienced a million priceless customer stories...

When it was time to leave, it was difficult.

But I realized that you cannot stay at a job forever.

(I must add that I am yet to know the luxury of voluntarily leaving a job since then. I have been laid-off twice in a row over the past three years.)

My bookstore didn't have a Starbucks or a movie and music department.

Customers always hated that.

Since I stopped working at the bookstore, I would occasionally stop by to say hello. A lot of my old coworkers were still there, and I enjoyed seeing them, especially the wonderful artist lady who worked in the children's department with me. Somebody who hates change as much as I do loves seeing old faces and getting hugs and "how are 'ya's."

Stopping by that bookstore always was very comforting.

It made me feel safe.

My bookstore moved to a brand-new location a few weeks ago. I stopped by today. It's a lot bigger...and cleaner...with a Starbucks and DVDs and music.

I didn't recognize anybody at all.

It was weird.

I rushed-out and felt like I was going to cry.

It truly felt like the end of an era.

I was never going to stop by that store I had spent so much time in ever again.

I thought back to that eighteen-year-old girl who DREAMED of working at a bookstore and how much she changed in those five plus years she worked in one. I wondered just how much she's changed SINCE then, because maybe it hasn't been as much as it should be. Maybe she needs to learn to let-go just a bit more and realize that change isn't always bad.

After all, sometimes change comes with a Starbucks and a music and movie department.

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Is it wrong to want a dress...

...that you have no place to wear to, just so you can twirl around in it when you are home alone?