Ester's guest blog spurred my thought process when she spoke about her fears regarding physical conditioning.  I too have resolved myself to overcoming fears in the upcoming year.  I have always considered myself mechanically challenged.  I know it is more an interest and time factor than an aptitude factor because occasionally when I have guidance and motivation, I have actually done some good work (I actually now have become quite adept at sheetrocking and limited spackling after re-doing my first two homes).

Have you seen the video of the young boy, maybe 10 years old, melting down because his mother let him believe he had mistakenly purchased a $50,000 Mustang on the internet? His mother, the videographer, can be heard encouraging the boy's misconception and laughing in the background as he cries "I am going to have to sell everything I own" and his sister offers to share her allowance.

Ester Horowitz posted this inspiration story on Facebook. After reading it, I asked her to allow me to post it as a guest blog for my first blog of 2013. I hope it inspires you.  

We had a baby.  My daughter Hilary the principal gave birth to a little girl on December 30th.  Beth Scarlett Cymrot was born on 12-30 at 12:30 pm, weighing a petite 5 lbs 14 oz.  I have never seen so small a baby. And so cute and sweet.   Being the first grandchild, the start of the next generation, this was new turf.  Thinking of my child as a parent takes some getting used to. So does thinking of me as a grandfather, especially since I have been known to act like a child myself I am sometimes reminded.  How did that happen?  

 

Casting A Rod aside, 13 is our lucky number, eg, we are moving Klein Zelman Rothermel to the 13th floor and Joanne's birthday is 11/13. I had a feeling that the fiscal cliff would work out and sense that the weather will be placid along with the folk. I know for sure we will pull together for the greater Gotham good!Wishing all a prosperous, calm, uneventful and Happy New Year!

They didn't want to know -- wanted it to be a surprise. The gender, that is. Flo and I were OK with that -- not that we had much choice -- even after we realized that if they didn't want to know, we wouldn't know. Apparently it takes effort to make sure you don't find out. Warnings on charts to assure that there is no slip and inadvertent disclosure. As the family waited on Thursday evening, "What do you think it is?" was a frequent inquiry. No one knew as we were sent home late in the evening. And, as it would happen, even after they knew, they kept us in suspense.  

Other than Tommy, it was the first Broadway show I had ever seen with my wife and we saw it twice more after that.  It was incredible, but I must admit that I had forgotten much of it having not seen it in a while.    My wife was dying to see it, so I took her to see it the day after Christmas (OK I was excited to see it as well, it was definitely a part of the backdrop of our beginning).