Happy Monday!

As I mentioned yesterday, I am restarting this blog from two years ago. The characters in the first posts are still the same. Here are the updates. My mother Roz is temporarily in a skilled nursing facility for sessions of physical, speech and occupational therapy. I saw her yesterday and she is getting better each day. I suspect she will be home in about two weeks.—-Miguel is still in Mexico. He went to the local community college in his hometown to take a certified auto mechanics course. He passed with flying colors and is currently checking out the town of Ensenada in Baja California, for jobs. He’s working as a ‘fix-it’ guy at the moment. He says that Baja is nice, but like most of the world, the economy isn’t that good their either. He has a positive outlook though.–I have to post pictures of the cats. Clover is full grown and gorgeous like her mother Freedom. Tiburon is still 400 lbs of golden purring love. He’s  not fat, just BIG!–Myself, I finished my TEFL online course and passed with distinction. I can teach English in any country on the planet except my own home country. I need more edumication. I am also taking a home study gourmet cooking and catering course. Very interesting and informative. I love it.


Hello World!

I am restarting this blog; I feel that every new day is an opportunity for gratitude, greatness  and love.

10 years ago on this day, I watched with the rest of the world the tragedy of the World Trade Center. I was working at Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital in New Brunswick, NJ. I was a practicing Medical Assistant at that time, with a temporary assignment as an Admin assistant to the Vice President of Nursing. The VP herself was in an airplane on the tarmac at Newark Airport watching with horror the first plane crashing into the tower. She had called us to tell us that she was OK but couldn’t leave the airport until much later. Nearby Rutgers University had closed and sent available students to the hospital to donate blood.

I had just joined a performing Renaissance Faire group. We had been rehearsing for several weeks in preparation for 3 weekend performances in Connecticut beginning at the end of September into October. Our director beautiful Marta, and fellow actor, dashing Rob, worked a couple of blocks away from the World Trade Center. I got in touch with her to see if SHE knew what was going on. Here is my original email and her reply:

—-Original Message Follows—-
From: “Valeena Sozio” <valeena60@hotmail.com>
To: mjaremko@hotmail.com
Subject: OH MY GOD!
Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:36:27 -0400

Marta darling are you OK, please email me back. I know you work in the city, BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT STREEEEETTTTTT!!!!! I’m going to rent an air baloon and get you outta there and back to Millburn. How tragic at the WTC. OK, love, I’m waiting to hear from you.
Peace, Valeena

Thank you so much, darling!
PLEASE do me a huge favor!! Our phones are down, and I can’t get through to my mom, nor can I leave NYC. I am staying with my friend Patty and will call my mom as soon as any lines open up.
Her phone number is:

PLEASE CALL HER ASAP AND TELL HER I;M FINE!!!!!!!!!!! AND I LOVE HER!!! And that I’m staying with Patty.
Thanks and many kisses….
I don’t think I’ll be there for rehearsal either, so rehearse yourselves if you still want and practice the songs, if you want. 🙂
I’ll send an email to the group.
p.s. I don’t know if I’ll have access to email for much longer.


The morale of all of us performers was of melancholy, Marta had given us a pep talk saying that people need to laugh right now, and the Bard said: The show must go on. And it did.

As I child in the early 70’s, I watched the constructing of those towers. Years later, my first husband, Dave and I used to go to Eagle Rock Reservation, in West Orange, NJ. From there you could look over to lower Manhattan. We’d grab some deli sandwiches and go up there and look across the Hudson River at the NY skyline.

Sept 12, we drove up there, no sandwiches this time, who could eat after looking across the river to see what was once an architectural wonder and a jungle gym for King Kong?  Hushed tones and prayers from those who gathered there. Smoke and lights hanging eerily in the void. Candles, flowers and memorials were draping the retaining walls of the park facing the river.

I decided that day, that I was going to live each day to my fullest and as if it where my last. To be forgiving. To love and fall in love every chance I got, doing so unconditionally.

Thundering Thursday

In my ongoing quest for fabulosity, I came across this today:

Giving thanks for what you want in advance
turbocharges our desires and sends a more
positive signal out to the universe.
So, in that case Universe, thank you my new home with my husband, mother and my 3 (so far….) beautiful cats.  Thank you Universe for my mother to being able to walk on her own and enjoying life again, as the beautiful person on the inside and outside she once was.
Thank you Universe for Miguel’s and mine new job in the field  we love, auto mechanics and teaching. I am grateful for being given a second chance to restart the acting and singing talents I have but were put on hold for so long. 
 Thank you Universe for whatever abundantly positive, green, prosperous and creative business that Miguel and I start and run. That’s  all I can think to thank you for at the moment Universe, I will get back to you with more…..

Marvelous Monday

While surfing the web yesterday looking for yet another online course to take to enhance my fabulousness (I am already taking an TEFL certificate course). I came across a Humor and Health course. It is one of the courses in the Certificate In Integrative Health and Wellness, a continuing education program.

Gelotology is the study of laughter and its effects on the body, from a psychological and physiological perspective.[1] Its proponents often advocate a somewhat invasive induction of laughter on therapeutic grounds. It also studies the medical abnormalities of laughing. [My laughing is ALWAYS normal, nothing abnormal about me…..] The word is from the Greek gelos, geloto meaning laugh, laughter, laughing.[1]  And here is me thinking that it is the study of desserts, who knew? Although, watching Jello wiggling about  is funny in itself.

Funny thing (haha, I said FUNNY THING-I am a riot!) I had been diagnosed years and years ago, by my dear friend Maryanne as having , are you ready?……Witzelsucht, from the German witzeln, meaning to joke or wisecrack, and sucht meaning addiction or yearning, is a set of rare [Oh, I’m rare alright] neurological symptoms characterized by the patient’s uncontrollable [I wouldn’t go as far as to say UNcontrollable] tendency to make puns, tell inappropriate jokes and pointless or irrelevant stories at inconvenient moments. The patient nevertheless finds these utterances intensely amusing. It is associated with small lesions of the orbitofrontal cortex.
What more can I say?

Speaking of TEFL, ‘lemme get to work. This chapter is on verbs,

“I am studying right now!” Where would we (to) BE without ‘them verbs?

Hot August Night

Family introduction clockwise:

Clover, Tiburon, and Clover’s Mom Freedom.  Tiburon was our first bottlefed stray. He strayed into our yard and into my heart a little over two years ago. Freedom was found about 1/2 mile from our home on the side of the road a almost a year later from Tiburon. Even though she was potty trained, she was still tiny and needed a home. 9 or so months later, Freedom surprised us all (even herself) giving birth to ONE kitten on this past St Patrick’s Day, Clover.

Mi amor Miguel and Tiburon a few months old.
My mother, Roz (note the box of Vanilla Wafers….)
Ok, well MY picture looks all distorted, but oh well.-LOL
I will be posting more pictures.

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