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Did you ever have one of those days where you ask yourself, Can this day possibly get any weirder? Oy vey, had that yesterday! Things you think you would never disclose come out to those you feel comfortable with. Is that a problem or a good thing? I guess it depends on the person. I have said numerous times before I’m sure that I have trust issues where people who are not family are concerned so this goes back to what “Dr. Kevin” said during the whole business thing, Is it better to keep things close to the vest or show your cards when you feel the time is right? I don’t know. . . I actually got pretty giddy after having this weird conversation. Again I don’t know. It certainly surfaces a whole bunch of strange emotions and thoughts. You sit and wonder, what the hell is that person thinking after you disclose your info.

My husband, my brother, and I went to the Prudential Center on Wednesday to see the BULLS play the Nets. We are huge Bulls fans. They lost by a bucket. UGH! It’s so frustrating when a first place team loses to the bottom feeders of the NBA!  It was my first time at The Prudential Center – very nice. Last night I met an old friend for a glass of wine. I hadn’t seen her in about two years. Makin the most of my time before school rips me of my social life again!

Songs of the day:


Let the tailgating commence at 0:900 hours! The Giants vs Philadelphia and Mike Vick at Giants Stadium for first place in the NFC East! Listen closely, you just may hear me screaming from our section in the upper tier! We are making grilled chicken cheese steaks, healthy, of course. I’m not drinking wine tomorrow – just water and hot chocolate. It’s a 1 p.m. game. Too early for wine. Plus it’s going to be FREEZING!

I hope there aren’t any Eagles fans around us. UGH! If I have to hear that damn Fly Eagles Fly song, I am going to hurl! My boy Steve Smith is out for the season which is a total bummer but Hakeem Nicks is healthy, Hagan has stepped up, Manningham has good downfield capabilities, and the rest of the “O” has what it takes. Our “D” has to step up and put pressure on Vick, contain McCoy, and cover Jackson. God, please don’t let them aggravate me. They NEED to win this game! 

TNT is playing the hell out of The Wizard of Oz. *Singing* As Mayor of the Munchkin City, In the County of the Land of Oz, I welcome you most regally. But we’ve got to verify it legally, to see. To see? If she, If she? Is morally, ethic’lly, spiritually, physically, Positively, absolutely, Undeniably and reliably Dead!

We watched Deck the Halls tonight – too funny! It kind of reminded me of Christmas Vacation somewhat. How does Kristin Chenoweth get herself in these types of movies? She is such an awesome Broadway performer and I LOVE her on Glee! We saw her in Wicked. She was awesome!
*SINGING* Popular! You’re gonna be popular! I’ll teach you the proper poise, When you talk to boys, Little ways to flirt and flounce, ooh! – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNIwSYp4N-Y

I like this one – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XwmA0jyWMk – I love me some Indina Menzel! Listen to the words. Remember I have a song for EVERYTHING! If you know me, you will know why this is my song!


At this point with the garbage the Corporation was pulling, there wasn’t any way we could survive keeping this business open. The bank wouldn’t refinance our business loan, we were getting no help from the corporation, I had lost my job, and the only money coming in on my end was from unemployment. We had no choice. We had to file Chapter 7 bankruptcy and shut the franchise down. We had to file two separate bankruptcy cases – personal and business because we made personal guarantees on the franchise and the loan. Honestly we had no idea we had made a personal guarantee. We were counting on our small business consultant to be just that – our consultant and let us know what we were getting into. As I stated a few posts up, he dropped us after the meeting we had behind his back with Kevin about prepays. The first attorney never cared. She just wanted to make the firm money. Our second attorney we hired kept saying we didn’t have enough evidence or money to file a lawsuit. There was no other way out of this. We contacted a bankruptcy attorney and started the ball rolling with the corporation to shut down the franchise. Of course the corporation wasn’t returning phone calls at first with our attorney. They were trying to bleed us just a little bit more. After we received the necessary paperwork from the franchise, we filled it out, made copies of all our debts, and prepared it for the attorney.

During this time, the New York Giants had made the playoffs. This was 2009 meaning season ending 2008. The year before they had won the Superbowl. We are season ticket holders. My husband and I split the season with my father and my brothers. One thing about our family is that we are HUGE New York Giants fans. My father never went to a playoff game. His big thing he always said was he wanted to go to a playoff game before he died. It was on his bucket list. My father and I went to the playoff game vs the Eagles on January 11, 2009. Incidentally, my father had recovered pretty well from the heart attack and hospital visits. They had put a stent in, he was working out, taking his meds, and eating right. He even lost 20 pounds. Out of nowhere, he started falling into old patterns – Drinking wine every night, smoking his cigars, not going for follow-up blood work and he stopped going to the gym where he was being monitored. He chose to play racquetball instead with my uncle. Should a heart patient be playing racquetball? 

While we were on our way to our bankruptcy attorney’s office on January 22, 2009, my husband’s cell phone rang. The next thing I knew he was pulling up a side street not far from our attorney’s office. He parked the car and just kept saying,”Ok. Ok. Ok.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it and started breathing heavy. I thought something happen to his mom who lives out in Illinois who is in her late 70s. My husband hung up the phone, looked at me, and said, “Your dad is gone.” I asked what he meant by that. He told me that the phone call he received was from my father’s best friend Dave telling him that my father passed away. My half brother who has P.D.D. (Pervasive Development Disorder) found him dead in his recliner when he got home from school. Dave didn’t want my husband to tell me right away. He wanted my husband to lie to me and say he was really sick because he thought I would lose my mind. My father’s group wanted to say when we got to his house that he got really sick and just didn’t make it. Of course my husband wasn’t going to lie to me. In any case, I was in disbelief! How could this have happened? The cardiologist said he was doing great. My heart was pounding in my chest. I texted my friends and called my mother at work.  Even though my parents were divorced and my father remarried and had two sons with my stepmother, my mother never stopped caring about him. She started yelling NO and started to cry. We turned the car around, called our bankruptcy attorney, told her what happened and we had to reschedule. My father’s friends kept calling my husband to find out where we were because individuals came to take my father’s body out of the house. My stepmother wouldn’t let them take him until we arrived to say our goodbyes. We were probably about 45 minutes away. I couldn’t wrap my brain around this.

When we arrived to my father’s house, family and friends were on the porch of my father’s house. My uncle (my dad’s half brother) approached me, hugged me, and said he was laying on the floor and it looked like he was sleeping. My husband took my hand and we went into the house. My dad’s lifeless body was in sweatpants and a t-shirt on the floor. My stepgrandmother was on one couch and my stepmother was standing up with friends. They all exited the room so my husband and I could have a moment alone with him. I stood with my arms wrapped tightly around my husband and we both talked to my father. As much as I wanted to kneel down and kiss his head or get closer, I just couldn’t. (I’m actually crying as I am typing this because I am reliving it all over again). 

To be continued  . . .