Sunday Funday: Mother's Day Edition

In which we enjoyed many rides at Playland and managed to leave without a meltdown.
Happy Mother's Day, indeed.

It's Mother's Day. Where's My Macaroni Necklace?

Not sure, but watch this quirky video about the history of Mother's Day. I guarantee you will inadvertently learn something.

Let's Talk Mother's Day Gifts

In every wedding guestbook, I always write the same thing. "Dear [groom's name], When in doubt, buy her jewelry." People laugh when they see it, but I consider it a public service announcement. When it comes to the ladies in your life, there's no need to give gift-giving much thought. If it blings, it wins. Keep it simple.

Over the next week or so the internets are going to offer you lots of ideas for Mother's Day gifts: books, tote bags, pajamas, bedding, even appliances. The choices are plentiful, but ultimately unnecessary. Moms are women, and women like shiny things. It is one of the few absolutes in life. Jewelry always fits and there is both a sentimental and material value to it. You cannot go wrong.

Below are some suggestions that won't break the bank. And even if they do, what of it? This woman gave you life.

Yellow Gold Love Necklace	Arrow Necklace With Full Shadow Skin Inlay

Navy Long Briolette Drop Earrings	Crystal Gem Earrings

Fuchsia Flower Earrings	Multi Charm Illusion Necklace

Source: etsy.com via Keri on Pinterest

In Case Anyone Needed Ideas For What To Get Me For Mother's Day

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Mother's Day!

These past two weeks have been nuts. Everyone and their tree has come out of the woodwork looking for a place to live. I even went to Brooklyn! (Well, Brooklyn Heights. Let's be civilized.) It's been a dizzying routine of showings, lease signings and check collecting. Sunday, being Mother's Day, afforded me one day off. I started the day early with a quick race in Central Park. After hosing myself down I spent the afternoon napping. In the evening, the ladies came by for dinner at Penelope, the girliest restaurant in Murray Hill, if not all of Manhattan.

Since I've been so busy lately, these two have spent a lot of time together.


It got a little quiet on Sunday afternoon, and I thought TR was in the kitchen cleaning. I went over to see what was up, and instead found the scene below. Since Andre and I have otherwise taken over the apartment, TR has been reduced to turning the tiny kitchen into his man cave. He's even sitting on top of the wastebasket.


Two gingers


The ladies came by for a dinner outing.


Heather and Andre got a long quite well.


And Peppe took a shine to her suede boots. This, coming from a cat who spends 90% of his day asleep under the bed. But for a pair of Italian boots, he turns on the charm.


Erin tries to charm Andre


Heather et moi. I've been rockin' much flat hair lately.


Erin et Jen

A Busy Pauline is a Good Pauline

Recreational activities kept me busy and away from the blog today, but at least I'm here now.

Yesterday, as we all know, was Mother's Day. I hope you all did something nice for your Ma. Le Doug and I took La Madre to brunch at the Grand Hyatt in Greenwich, which turned out to be a curious affaire. Brunch at the Hyatt is always a good idea, especially if you have to impress someone. The service is great, you can eat in the atrium with all the birds and trees and there is more food than you will know what to do with. I recommend the dessrt table.

The stakes go up on Mother's Day because everyone realizes they have to do something nice for their mother. The Hyatt realized this and turned their grand ballroom into an enormous Mother's Day event with about 300 tables for families. It looked like a giant wedding, complete with a jazz quartet in the middle of the room and the desserts were on a stage in the front. Bloody Marys were served at a station right as you walked in. The food was in the corridor. I really wished I had taken a photo of it, because I've never seen so many people crammed into a hotel ballroom, yet not complaining at all. The service was even pretty good. Most importantly, La Madre was happy.

In unrelated news, here is a story about one of my old professors from Syracuse, Robert Thompson, and how journalists always call him for quotes. It's not the most original idea for a story, since pretty much everyone knows about him, but I must give Syracuse a link. And for the record, I got a B Plus in his class, The Golden Age of Television. In it we watched old episodes of Hill Street Blues, where the cops actually sweat, and Twin Peaks, which still doesn't make any sense to me.