Saturday, June 26, 2010

I need to change the station my alarm clock is set to...

Their "This Day in History" is starting to annoy me.

The other day, it was, "This day in 2008, Mario Lopez was named People Magazine's Sexiest Bachelor Alive."

And, yes, that was such a historic day. I will never forget where I was when I heard the news.

Never.


Diana Rissetto

I realized something this week...

...I'm very lucky.

I pretty much LOOK for things to worry about. If things are going too good, I think of what can go wrong. I secondguess absolutely everything...and almost everybody.

These past few weeks, I have been especially stressed. I have taken on a huge project. It should be an exciting time, but instead I find myself imagining the worst case scenarios with every single aspect of it.

And there have been more than a few people that have truly been there to listen to me, encourage me, calm me down, and, if I needed it, yell at me.

I am so lucky.

I will never doubt that I have true friends in this world and that I'm cared about, because I know how much these people have put-up with with me...and not only do they qualify for sainthood in my eyes because I know I can really be irrational, ridiculous and impossible sometimes...but I feel a lot safer on this earth knowing that they're all here, too.

One day, I will stop worrying...but until then, I know I'm not alone.

Diana Rissetto

Adrien Brody is a fantastic actor

Seriously.

He was brilliant in The Pianist. In one of the last scenes, the war has ended, Adrien has been liberated, and he is sitting at a piano. Somebody enters, Adrien turns and smiles, and that entire movie is summed-up in this beautiful, heartbreaking, genuine smile.

Love him.

Maybe that's why I seem to see him absolutely everywhere.

At least once a week, I have an Adrien Brody sighting in New York City.

On Friday morning, I could have SWORN I saw him outside of Port Authority.

I tried to look at this guy without staring too obviously, and focused on his nose...the famous Adrien Brody schnozz, which actually wasn't that big until he broke it on the set of Summer of Sam . It's now his signature feature.

Things do indeed happen for a reason.

I looked at his nose and thought to myself, "Well, if this IS Adrien Brody, then his nose isn't nearly as big in person."

Then my eyes left his nose and noticed that this guy was wearing a tanktop and his arms were absolutely covered in tattoos.

COVERED.

Adrien Brody isn't covered in tattoos.

So...unless Adrien Brody doesn't have a big nose in person and was doing a movie which involved having him covered in tattoos...

...it wasn't Adrien Brody that I saw outside of Port Authority.

One day, a man is going to stop me for directions. I'll try to give him those directions, silently criticizing him because who in their RIGHT MIND asks ME for directions.

He'll walk away, and then I'll hear people whispering, "Wasn't that Adrien Brody?"

And it really WOULD have been Adrien Brody and I wouldn't have realized it, even though we were talking for forty-five seconds.

Mr. Adrien Brody, if you have your name set-up on google alerts and are reading this right now, I definitely hope that one day our paths will cross.

Until then, I'll be mistaking tattooed, average-nosed guys in the street for you...

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Complain complain complain

I have a friend on Facebook...I went to school with her, and said about three words to her over all those years, and now we're Facebook friends...which is more of friends than we ever were in the past.

She always seemed like a perfectly nice person, and I never had anything against her. I wish her happiness and health and blessings, as I do anybody.

However, every day, my Facebook feed is clogged with a good five status updates a day from her, complaining about her life. And not just..."I'm having a bad day" but a full paragraph detailing all of her problems.

She complains about everything...her job, her family, her health, her family's health problems, her car, her house, her mortgage, her hair, her dog...etc. etc. etc. I'm sure if she ever becomes pregnant, we will hear hourly complaints about that miracle as well.

A while ago, I heard my sister's father-in-law, a Vietnam vet's, philosophy and never forgot it..."As long as nobody is shooting at you...you're doing okay."

It's true.

So true.

I am very tempted to send this girl a message and ask her if she's heard about all those starving children in China yet.

Diana Rissetto

Monday, June 7, 2010

It's so easy to compare yourself to others in this day and age...

Technology makes it so easy.

It makes me wonder...exactly how did Laura and Almanzo and the rest of the gang make themselves feel bad by measuring themselves up to their old classmates without the likes of Facebook?

Or did they STILL do so, but had to wait until Mrs. Oleson published some gossipy newsletter about what all the graduates of the one room schoolhouse in Walnut Grove were up to?

I am absolutely guilty...guilty of logging-in and seeing pictures of people I wasn't even really friends with ten years ago...and feeling like I have somehow fallen behind...I don't have any pictures of my own wedding and kids and house and yard to share. It makes me wonder if I've taken some wrong turns and if things could be different right now had I made different decisions.

Why do I care about these people I wasn't even really friends with ten years ago, after all?

Who are they to me?

Last week, I was heading home after a long day in the 90 degree heat (however, throughout all the snowstorms we had last winter, I kept telling myself, "When it is superhot out and the city smells like pickles...don't complain. At all. It's better than this." And I won't. I swear.) I heard somebody calling my name.

I turned around and saw my next-door-neighbor from the 5th grade to college. I hadn't seen her in years.

We had many great walks to the bus stop together. She was always a good friend,k and we always shared a lot of laughs.

We caught-up, which took a while, since a lot had happened over the past ten years.

She kept bringing-up her mantra of, "Everything happens for a reason at the exact right time" and I realized that I ran into her for a reason because I really needed to hear that.

She told me that it seemed like I was really doing well, and that she was proud of me, and that my family must be really proud of me, too.

Things do happen for a reason, and it's funny how you run into an old friend who tells you that it seems like your life is going great...just when you needed to hear it the most because you were starting to doubt it...

Diana Rissetto

Thursday, June 3, 2010

To the Cab Driver I had tonight...

...had my feet not been ready to fall apart after walking 60 blocks with half-broken shoes on and making not want to have to walk up-and-down subway steps, I wouldn't have needed your help.

You were horrible.

That was the first time in my entire life that I didn't tip somebody.

I have never been in a cab before when the driver stops to pick-up other people along the way and says, "We're going in the same direction" and then still take full fare from everybody as they get-out of the cab.

Never.

And I really don't understand why you asked me if I was a Jew.

What on EARTH does that have to do with anything?

You were the worst cabdriver I have ever had in my entire life and I felt thoroughly uncomfortable the entire trip.

Grrr.

Diana Rissetto