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Not So Picture Perfect

posted by Momo Fali on April 14, 2009

There are some amazing photography bloggers out there. I am not one of them. As much as I would love to have classic and beautiful pictures of my family, most of them are blurry, or too dark or every subject has a nasty case of red-eye.

I do not own a fancy camera, because I’m sure it would do no good. It’s not about the equipment, it’s about the operator. However, it doesn’t stop me from trying.

This is what happens when I try to set up a nice shot of my sweet dog, Blue, in front of the fireplace. Yes, people who live in Ohio still have fires in April.

So bright I nearly blinded her.

Too ghostlike.

Too dark and blurry.


She moved, AND grew tired of this experiment.

And, this? Is as good as it’s going to get.

There But for the Grace of God Go I

posted by Momo Fali on April 9, 2009

I really didn’t want to write this post. I’ve sat here, for the past 24 hours, trying to find the right words. I don’t think words can possibly convey what I’m feeling, but I will do my best.

I am a mom of two preemies. My daughter was born during an emergency c-section ten weeks early and weighed just over two pounds. My son was taken from me seven weeks too soon because his congenital heart defect was worsening in utero. He tipped the scales at three pounds, eight ounces.

Needless to say, I have spent a lot of time in hospitals. My daughter stayed in intensive care for her first five weeks of life and my son has had nine surgeries and has been hospitalized numerous times. When he was an infant, if he so much as got a cold they admitted him, partly because of his underlying health problems, but also because he was premature and very, very small. On his first birthday, he weighed just thirteen pounds.

When you have a child who is premature, small and sick you seek out other parents who are in the same boat. Especially those who can still manage to have a sense of humor about the awful situation into which they have been thrust; the kind of people who understand the lingo, and the acronyms and what it’s like to have therapists practically coming out of your rear end.

We know our children’s medical history as well as we know our own phone number…probably better. We know the ins and outs of the health insurance industry, our doctors consider us family and pharmacists become our good friends. Parents of preemies know what it’s like to feed your kid every three hours, round the clock, for their first year just so they can maybe gain a few ounces.

We watch our children fight and claw their way to milestones like little soldiers. We can commiserate and we understand each other, and every now and then we have to help pick each other up…because sometimes all the hard work and struggles of raising a preemie don’t pay off. Sometimes the soldiers just can’t fight anymore.


This is Maddie. She was 17 months old and was still fighting up until the very end, which came day before yesterday. My heart breaks for her parents. Parents who were just like me and my husband up until Maddie died.

We are not in the same boat anymore. My family is sailing along on occasionally choppy waters, while their vessel has been completely overturned.

I am giving thanks that we have been very fortunate and I will hug my kids a whole lot tighter tonight. In Maddie’s memory we will continue our fight. Rest easy, child. Struggle no more. You have fought hard enough.

Then All My Friends Asked For One

posted by Momo Fali on April 6, 2009

On Friday night I attended a jewelry party. Although, it wasn’t so much a jewelry party as it was a chance to get out with the girls, drink some wine and play dress-up with gold and silver that belonged to someone else.

The jewelry sales consultant organized a game for us, so that we could earn tickets for a chance to win a door prize. She would say a letter and we had to pull something out of our purse that started with that letter.

Being that I’m highly competitive, I felt my purse was well-stocked and that I could win the prize for sure. I’d collect all the tickets and walk away with that $5.00 bracelet if it killed me!

A few years ago, on a girl’s weekend, my best friend emptied the contents of her purse on the dining room table. You had to see it to believe it because you name it, she had it. There were oodles of things which had no place in a handbag. I seem to recall her saying, “So there’s my packing tape. Oh, and my Alice Cooper School’s Out album from 1972!”

As much as I missed her company, I am thankful she and her Mary Poppins purse weren’t there to compete with me on Friday.

The sales consultant started with “P” and a lady I’ll refer to as Quick-Draw proudly held up her phone. It wasn’t more than a nanosecond.

The next letter was “G” and before I could get my gloss into my hand, someone held up gum.

Next came “M”, and I can’t even tell you what the winner had that time, because I was busy thinking about tossing the contents of my purse across the room.

But, it pays to be patient so instead I held tight and waited. When the consultant said the letter “D” and all the ladies were trying to find their drivers licenses, I not only won the ticket, but I also won for originality.

That’s right, I pulled out my dog’s tranquilizers. After 11 years, that mutt is finally starting to pay off.

So Totally a Whole Nother

posted by Momo Fali on April 1, 2009

A week or so ago I was surfing around on-line when I saw someone comment that they are “not so totally” anything. I had to sit back and reread this obvious slam in my direction. I am so totally sure that he so totally said that!

Okay, I admit I lean toward the valley-girl, which should be obvious because I live in Ohio. What? We have valleys!

I can understand if it bothers some people to hear the English language butchered, but nothing can be worse than my pet peeve.

A-whole-nother.

At least “so” and “totally” are words. “Nother” is not. Not unless you also have summer-teeth. You know, some ‘r’ here and some ‘r’ there. It is also optional language if you have a bathtub in your front yard.

My best friend cringes when she hears someone pronounce crayons as “crans” and we’ve actually had discussions about whether you should say “COO-pons” or “CUE-pons”. And, every time I hear my mom refer to Home “DEEP-oh” as Home “DEP-oh” I die a little inside.

Tell me boys and girls, which words bother you?