Friday, May 11, 2012

Farewell to old friends

The time has come to say goodbye to four women with whom I have spent many Sundays since the fall of 2004 and who have seen me through two moves and the births of three children. I’ve seen them through cancer, a natural disaster, a late in life baby, alcoholism, a murder trial and the deaths of spouses. I never even met them in person, but I feel like I might as well have, for how much I know about them. I'm definitely going to miss Bree, Lynnette, Susan and Gabby. I also forgot about Mary Alice, the glue who holds everyone together, even though she’s been dead for almost eight years. She’s the one who took me through everyone’s lives and taught a lesson in the end. Yes, life will be different without a weekly trip to Wisteria Lane, but I’ll always have the memories.

Warning...this contains spoilers. Please read at your own risk.

I started watching “Desperate Housewives” when a co-worker told me it would be right up my alley. She was right and I became hooked. There was a lot of sex, scandal and a good old fashioned mystery. The first mystery in this series was why Mary Alice chose to end her life after receiving a threatening note. As the story began to unfold, we learned more about Mary Alice, her husband Paul and their son Zach. Somehow Mike Delfino, the sexy plumber and Susan’s new crush, was involved in this mystery. In the meantime, we followed Gabby through her affair with her hot teenage gardener, we watched Lynnette try to balance work and motherhood and we saw Bree’s marriage unfold when her husband demanded a divorce and later got caught with a prostitute. And that was only season one!

As the years went by, there were other mysteries to solve and new characters kept joining the show. Season two had a somewhat dull mystery about a woman hiding someone in her house. There was also Gabby’s attempts to get pregnant with the help of a surrogate, who turned out to be actually sleeping with Carlos. However, it picked up steam when Orson moved to the street and realized Mike knew a secret about him. He tried to kill Mike, but instead gave him amnesia. Season three had us trying to figure out why Orson would try to kill Mike, what crazy secret he was hiding and how Bree got herself involved. Then Katherine joined in season four and had secrets to hide, as well. In the meantime, Gabby was dating a politician and Carlos went blind after a tornado. Susan got married to Mike in a private outdoor ceremony, once he had his memory back and later had a baby with him. There was also the illegitimate daughter of Tom Scavo, who tried to ruin Lynnette’s life after her real mother was shot in a grocery store. I know Lynnette’s whole cancer scare fell somewhere in these first few seasons, as well. Bree also forced Orson to go to jail for the hit-and-run with Mike. After Tom’s daughter was sent packing when she confessed to lying about Lynnette abusing her and Katherine’s ex-husband was shot after he tried to kill her over what...and who...she was hiding, we suddenly moved forward FIVE years.

Gabby suddenly had young children, Lynnette suddenly had teenagers--the oldest two being big troublemakers, Bree is reunited with Orson and is now a successful chef with a cookbook in the works and Susan was kissing someone other than Mike! We soon learned that Susan and Mike were divorced after a fatal car accident involving another man’s family, and that other man was out to avenge his wife and daughter’s deaths, believing Mike to be responsible. That season also saw the end of Edie Britt, frenemy of all the women on Wisteria Lane. In season six, Lynnette is pregnant again, but a plane crash proves to be fatal to one of the twins she's carrying. There's yet another new neighbor, Angie, whose story is the main mystery focus of the season, aside from the strangler mystery (and how Susan's daughter Julie is a victim). Then there's Katherine's insanity after Mike and Susan get remarried, and when she gets her life back together, she runs off with another woman. Season seven gave us Renee, a college friend of Lynnette's who once had a fling with Tom. There was also a nice cougar match between Bree and Keith, until she found out about his child. A lot of that season focused on Lynnette leaving her job and trying to control Tom's life now that he was the breadwinner again. It ended in their separation. There was also a lot to do with Paul Young being back and making Susan's life miserable. He was married to another woman who had her own secrets, and eventually her life ended the same way Mary Alice's did. Gabby was being stalked by her stepfather, who had molested her when she was a child. The season ends with his murder, which was technically self-defense, even though Carlos was the one doing the "defending."

Now we're in the final season and so much has happened, leading up to the season--and series--finale. It started with the women harboring a secret and hiding a body, Bree getting blackmailed with a letter, Chuck, a cop, trying to get to the bottom of things after Bree ends their relationship (which was going strong at the end of season seven), which eventually leads to his own demise. There was a friendship fall-out, which came back together when times were tough. Carlos went to rehab for alcoholism, which had helped him deal with the guilt over the murder, even though he was trying to protect someone. And we can't forget about Mike being fatally shot in front of his own home and the aftermath that ensued. Now Bree is on trial for the murder of Gabby's stepfather. Bree is trying to protect Carlos from going to jail, but that could mean she goes to jail instead. She also has a crush on her lawyer, which doesn't help matters all that much. Then there's Lynnette, who has realized that she really should be back together with Tom. Now that Tom is starting to realize it too, is there hope for their relationship?

So much has happened over the past eight years and I feel I've just skimmed the surface. I was reading over old episode descriptions and realizing just how much I forgot. Then there are times when a small flashback from an episode will get into my head because of something else in another episode. There have also been so many characters to follow (aside from the main characters and their husbands). Some have been there since the beginning and stayed the whole way through. Others have reappeared from time to time. Some of my favorites are:

Mrs. McCluskey: She's old and cranky, but has a good heart. I felt so bad for her when she got her cancer diagnosis and realized it wasn't going away. She's been there for all the women on Wisteria Lane at one point or another.

Bob and Lee: The gay couple on the lane. They're great together and also add some comic relief to the show.

Andrew Van De Kamp: Bree's son, who is also gay. He was a jerk for a while and then he became really nice after he came out.

Renee Perry: She's hard not to like. She has her selfish moments, but no worse than Gabby. She also has a vulnerable side. And she really came through for Bree this past season.

Penny Scavo: Lynnette's daughter. She's so level-headed and keeps Lynnette sane. I love how she was helping to get Tom and Lynnette back together.

There are also so many villainous characters from one season to the next, such as Felicia Tillman, who cut off her fingers to frame Paul for murder; Orson Hodge, Bree's ex-husband who has been more evil than good, especially now; Gabby's stepfather and also her mother-in-law; Sam, Rex's illegitimate son who blackmailed Bree into selling her business; George, the phamacist who had a crush on Bree and killed Rex as a result and then later killed himself and tried to get Bree in trouble for it; Eddie, the Fairview strangler, but he eventually came through for Lynnette; Dave Williams, who tried to kill MJ to punish Mike and Susan; and we musn't forget the horrible and scary loan shark who killed Mike. And there are so many others, as well.

I know "Desperate Housewives" probably jumped the shark a few times, but I still couldn't tear my eyes away. It was like a guilty pleasure, except my husband was in on it too. I don't think the show was ever capable of getting boring, as there was always something new, crazy, dramatic or funny happening each week. I even got the soundtrack, which had a great song by SheDaisy (and a "Desperate Housewives" themed video to go along with it), "G-d Bless the American Housewife." I had a nice time with the ladies of Wisteria Lane and was able to relate to each of them in different ways. I'll miss them all, but I hope they'll send some new "friends" in my direction this fall.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Just say cheese

Remember the blog project I did in 2010 with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!

This week, Mom of Many picked the topic: Pizza wars... is New York Style better than New Haven? What about Deep Dish? Let's talk about our favorite pizza. Why do you like the kind you do and what sort of toppings make it perfect?

Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock

Given that I’ve always been a picky eater, it should be no surprise that I have always leaned toward plain cheese pizza ever since I was a kid. Maybe there was a part of my brain that prepared me for keeping Kosher as an adult in terms of not having meat on my pizza (even though it didn’t stop me from eating cheeseburgers), along with rejecting shellfish and pork products. In any case, I didn’t like vegetables on my pizza either, so it was always plain cheese for me. When I got Chicago style stuffed pizza (i.e. Lou Malnati’s or Gino’s East), I would scrape off the tomato sauce on top. (My older son does this now, so maybe it’s genetic.)

In late 1990, I found a kindred spirit...Kevin McCallister from “Home Alone.” When he asked if anyone ordered him plain cheese pizza, I wanted to cheer for him. And I was so upset when Buzz told him that if he wanted cheese pizza, someone would have to puke it up for him. So, when he was left to his own devices and got to order a plain cheese pizza all for himself, it was as good as Julia Roberts getting to shop in “Pretty Woman.”

In my college years and up until I started keeping Kosher, I did have an exception to my "cheese only" rule. That came in the form of California Pizza Kitchen. I loved their garlic chicken and Thai chicken pizzas. They even sold them at the grocery store, but it still tasted better fresh from the oven at the restaurant. The other kind I eventually tried was barbecue chicken pizza. That was really good too! I was sad to give those up when I started keeping Kosher, but I was rewarded when I moved to Maryland.

In my neck of the woods, we have two really good Kosher pizza establishments. Ben Yehuda’s pizza was voted “Best Pizza in DC” in 2010. I’m sure it was mostly the Jewish community that helped this title become a possibility (and a friend who said it was the only pizza he would eat, but he keeps Kosher so that makes sense). They also have amazing cheese fries, but that’s another story for another time. Keep in mind, I’ve grown up eating pizza from every pizza chain imaginable...Domino’s, Pizza Hut, Little Caesar’s, Papa John’s, etc. However, Ben Yehuda makes a much better pizza than any of those establishments. It’s even better than the NY style Kosher pizzas I’ve consumed. Then there’s Siena’s, which makes a great Sicilian pizza and also attempts the Chicago style stuffed pizza (which we accidentally ordered as a deep dish pizza once). Their take on it is pretty good, but compared to Lou Malnati’s, there’s room for improvement.

I can never get enough pizza. If there are free slices offered at work, I am sure to take at least one, depending on how much there is to go around. My family and I go out for pizza about once a week. Otherwise, I make pizza bagels, which are really good. I also love matzah pizza during Pesach. (It’s only good during that time, which makes having to give up chometz more bearable.) If there could be a pizza version of Cookie Monster, it would be me, as I love it no matter how many years I’ve been eating it.

Now I’m in the mood for pizza...


Mmmm...pizza....*salivating like Homer Simpson*


Thursday, May 3, 2012

Music of my heart

Remember the blog project I did in 2010 with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!

This week, I picked the topic: What are the top 10 songs that are "must-haves" on your playlist? For each song, give a reason why.

Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock

I recently read "The Song Remains the Same" by Allison Winn Scotch and it features the playlist of the main character. The songs are talked about throughout the story in regards to how they relate to her life. Then I was working with another author who was talking about a playlist for her first novel. So this made me think of what I'd want on my playlist and also made me wonder about the songs that have personal meaning to the ladies in this blog project group. Here's my playlist top 10 "must-haves":

"Who Will Save Your Soul?" Jewel: This song saved my sanity the summer my first boyfriend and I broke up and I was working at a certain horrible restaurant. I'd listen to Jewel's cassette (yes, this was in the 90's) every day and it would make me feel better about everything. "Who will save..." was the first song and I still love the way it sounds. I was quite the Jewel fan during and after that summer.
"My Favorite Mistake," Sheryl Crow: I don't know what it is about this song that speaks to me, but I love the blend of guitar and Sheryl's voice. It has that laid back late 90's feel that goes along with me making my way into the grown-up world.
"Don't Ask Me Why," Billy Joel: A staple of the 80's. Probably one of my favorite Billy Joel songs. I love all the lines in it. It has a great tune, as well.
"Seasons of Love," OBC of "Rent": Do I even need to explain this one? If so, then you really don't know me!
"Something About You," Level 42: One of my all time favorite 80's songs, but I appreciated it more in the 90's. Go figure. It reminds me of my carefree days of being a kid.
"Right Back to Where We Started From," Maxine Nightingale: My first theme song. Read more about it here.
"Front Porch Looking In," Lone Star: This is such a sweet song about family and it makes me think of the little things that I love so much about my husband and kids.
"American Ride," Toby Keith: Reminds me of my move to a great place in the summer of 2009.
"Learnin' the Blues," Frank Sinatra: I sing this song all the time for some reason. I think it reminds me of my late paternal grandpa or something.
"Bohemian Rhapsody," Queen: Reminds me of my high school days and how I spent a weekend trying to memorize it. I still love singing along to it. And I always think of "Wayne's World" when I hear it. :)

There are so many other songs I could put on this list. I thought this post would be easy, but it really was quite a challenge. I can't be without music though. I love listening to the radio, CDs, Spotify, etc. I also love singing whenever possible. It's so invigorating!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

When Mars and Venus collide

Remember the blog project I did in 2010 with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!

This week, Moma Rock picked the topic: We've all heard the old adage, "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus." How, and in what areas, do you feel men and women differ?

Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock

I felt like I could go a zillion directions with this topic (even though, as my husband always says, zillion is not a real number). Leave it to Moma Rock to require me to actually think this week. The travesty! :)

At first, I looked at my relationship with my husband. We're alike more often than we're different. We have the same sense of humor and want the same things for our relationship and our children. We tease each other and know how to call each other on BS. However, when he gets sick, he turns into a giant baby and when I get sick, I manage to drag myself to work anyway. I think all men are babies when they get sick though. Of course, they don't get to carry babies for nine months and deal with morning sickness and labor pains. So I think that makes us naturally tougher. I know my husband was impressed at how silently I gave birth to our daughter, like I was a Scientologist or something. We have different ways of entertaining ourselves too. My way is to read or blog (usually about reading). His way is to watch action flicks and play video games. Trying to get him to read is a major accomplishment on my end! I've only been able to get him to read TWO books in TEN years. I don't know that many straight guys who like to read anyway. We like most of the same shows, but he would NEVER watch "90210" or "Smash." I'm fine with that. I don't like certain shows or movies that he watches anyway. The final thing I want to address in this section is the way we handle parenting. More often than not, I am the "bad cop." I'm the one who gets to lay down the law. He's the easygoing one who makes the kids laugh. However, he WILL put his foot down if they do something bad on his watch. He's not a complete softie.

Next, I looked at differences between men and women in the media. I've noticed a lot these days that women seem to be the ones cheating on their significant others and sleeping around. I think the only exception is Barney on "How I Met Your Mother." :) In any case, this seems very prevalent in the books I read and TV shows I watch. And men seem to be the ones taking on the roles that women once occupied. They seem more needy and they analyze everything about their dates. I don't know when this switch happened though. It doesn't seem to mirror real life, from what I've seen and heard. The only case of a guy actually acting like a typical "guy" that I've seen as of recently is in the novel "Bond Girl," by Erin Duffy. There's a romantic interest for the main character but he doesn't seem to know how to pick up a phone or return her calls. Typical dating games, really.

So going to real life...I hear about guys my friends like and how they seem to be playing those same immature games that were outlined in "The Rules." The classic is not calling a girl for three days or not even responding to a girl's calls or e-mails. We're in a new decade now, so I think "The Rules" need to be tossed by the wayside. If they keep up these rules, the girls who like them will move on without them and the guys will have missed out on their chance at true happiness. I think women these days are more independent and self-sufficient than they were in the 1950's, but I don't see why that should scare off a guy. They should be glad that the girl is not all clingy and not keep them guessing. I know that if my husband had pulled any of those games on me when we were dating, he wouldn't be my husband right now.

Finally, to add a Jewish aspect to this, I've read about the expectations placed on a girl in order to be matched in a shidduch (paired with a potential husband). They're expected to look a certain way and sometimes that means getting plastic surgery. The same expectations are not placed on men. I thought shidduchs were about compatibility in terms of personality, but apparently there is much more to it. Someone was telling me about a single man in his late 30's who was looking for a shidduch. However, his criteria was for women younger than 30. I don't think he's in a position to ask for such a requirement. Maybe I don't know enough about making shidduchs, as I am not a professional shadchen, but I do think it should be more about compatibility than about looks and/or money.

I've probably gone off on some tangents here but it's been a crazy busy week and I can't think straight! What you see is what you get this week.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Even crazy dreams come true

Remember the blog project I did last year with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!

This week, Froggie picked the topic: What would you do if you knew you wouldn't fail?

Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock

When I first saw this topic, I thought of the song "Crazy Dreams" by Carrie Underwood, which was featured in one of the first episodes of "Smash." It's on Carrie's second album and I've always liked it. It's a fun and whimsical song.

I'm one of those crazy dreamers who would probably take a dream as far as it could possibly go if I knew failure weren't even a possibility. There was a point in time when I wanted to be on "American Idol." However, it would have had to be the group that Adam Lambert was in. Since then, I lost interest in the show. These days, I'd rather be on a show like "The Glee Project" and have the chance to appear on "Glee." I'd want Ryan Murphy to write me a part that would take the show to a whole new level. Since I wouldn't fail, I'd totally rock that part! Even so, my interest in "Glee" has been wavering and I'd much rather have a lead role on "Smash" these days. I'd also love any role that involved being in the same room as the cast of "How I Met Your Mother." So yes...I'd go the TV star route and I'd even go as far as earning an Emmy for whatever role I played because....I wouldn't fail!

Then there's the ultimate experience...winning big on a game show. I could rake it in on "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" (Is that show still around?) I wouldn't fail, so I'd reach the million dollar point. Along those lines, I'd spend lots of time in Vegas making big bets. Since I wouldn't fail, I could pay for my kids' futures and some nice vacations.

I'd do things I normally wouldn't for fear of failure. I'd finally drive the van, learn how to dive into a pool and write a novel. The failures I've feared with each are different in nature and magnitude, but still enough to keep me from doing those things.

I'd cook a gourmet meal for a big group, just because I could actually do it without sending anyone running for the hills. (I am a decent cook when I want to be, but nothing like my husband.)

Finally, I'd go to grad school, get a degree that would enable me to actually use my bachelors degree in psychology and start a counseling practice. Knowing I'd be incapable of failing would totally be the push I needed to do this!

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The American Bridget Jones

Today, I was listening to a Vonda Shepard CD I had found at the thrift store. I got it because I remembered her from “Ally McBeal” and liked her voice a lot. When I put it on in my car, the first song was, of course, “Searchin’ My Soul” and it transported me back into my “Ally McBeal” watching days.

I wasn’t interested in the show at first. Then I was home from college on spring break and an episode with Jessie L. Martin came on. Since he was in the Original Broadway Cast of “Rent,” I knew I had to watch this episode. And you know what? It was pretty good. I think this episode also had the first appearance of the dancing baby. After that, I was hooked and started watching it all the time, including reruns of the episodes I missed. (I found out that Taye Diggs was on after I stopped watching the series.)

Ally McBeal is like the American version of Bridget Jones with her short skirts and all her quirks and insecurities. Watching Ally was almost equivalent to reading about Bridget. There are a lot of fun things I remember about that series. First, there was lots of music all the time, including scenes where the characters break out into a song and dance routine. I’m a musical theater junkie so that was definitely appealing. Then Vonda Shepard would sing whatever song fit the mood of a particular scene. She’d also be playing piano at the bar where all the lawyers congregated after work.

The characters really made the show what it was. Ally had such a fun group to work and hang out with. John “The Biscuit” Cage was this adorable, neurotic guy, from what I remember. Then there was the misogynistic Richard Fish, who found this one area of a girl’s neck attractive and called it the “wattle.” (For some reason, I could see Will Arnett playing him if the show was ever recast for the 21st century.) I liked Elaine a lot, as she made it look cool and fun to be an administrative professional. Jane Krakowski, who played her, is now on “30 Rock.” She has a good singing voice too. There was the really old judge who died and they did a tribute for him in one of the episodes. It was hard not to get teary-eyed from that. And we can’t forget about Ally’s unrequited love, Billy Thomas. However, I felt the show jumped the shark after Billy died and came back as a ghost. Lucy Liu and Portia de Rossi also got their start on this show.

There were also the fun quirks the show had, such as co-ed bathrooms and dancing babies. The “theme song” concept came from “Ally McBeal” too. I loved the song she picked (“Tell Him”) and how she was dancing to it on the street. Then there was Fish always saying “Bygones” or the Biscuit doing gymnastics in the bathroom. Ally's dorky nervousness around guys was hilarious too. She'd always fall over or say something embarrassing when she was around a guy she found attractive.

I bailed on the show as soon as Billy started making appearances as a ghost. I just thought it was a little far-fetched. At that point, I was starting to find Calista Flockhart to be a bit annoying too. So when I talk about “Ally McBeal,” I talk about the period of time when I did find the show cute and amusing. It was like a precursor to chick lit for me.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

You only get what you give...

Remember the blog project I did last year with three other women? Well, Froggie decided to resurrect it with me and we each got to invite another friend to join us. She invited a mutual friend (someone I met through her) and I invited a friend whose blog I really enjoy reading. So now it's Froggie, Mom of Many, Moma Rock and Merrylandgirl. Hope you enjoy the topics that we'll be exploring!

This week, Mom of Many picked the topic: Hypothetically, a credible authority from the universe reveals that the meaning of life is one big talent show. Success is measured not by money, but the extent to which your contributions to society actually increase the quality of life for others. If the reward for winning was truly exquisite, how would this revelation change your game plan?

Before reading ahead, first see what everyone else had to say on this topic:
Froggie
Mom of Many
Moma Rock

I had no idea what Mom of Many was originally asking and felt like I was on an episode of "Dawson's Creek," so I asked her to clarify.
The question is, how would you change your goals and objectives if you were being judged based on how you make the world a better place (increase the quality of life for others). In our current structure, the folks that are revered tend to make a lot of money and don't necessarily improve the world much. Think athletes, actors, Wall Street dudes, etc. Money is power in our society.

Something about this question made me think of the movie "In Time," where success is measured by how much time is showing on your arm. It was based in this futuristic society where people get these watches embedded in their arms and time ticks down until you die, unless you can earn more of it. Those who are the most successful have the most time. The scary part is, once you run out, you really do die. If you run out of money, you're living on the streets, but you don't necessarily die unless you completely give up on life.

Anyway, I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I'm incredibly burnt out from Passover prep, daily grocery trips and errands and towing at least one kid around at all times. I'll be glad when the holiday starts back up tonight and I can just relax without having to worry what is going on in cyberspace.

I don't really know if I have an answer to this question. If I'm going to increase the quality of life for others, I would do it because I WANT to and because I genuinely care...not because society is dictating that I'll be more successful as a result. I work in non-profit, at an organization that brings in money from donors to help out a specific religious sector of the region where I reside. By working there, I feel I am contributing to society. I'm not the one going out to solicit for the money, but I am still part of the greater good. I like working someplace meaningful.

In my personal life, I feel that my book blog helps increase the quality of life for authors, whether they are just starting out or whether they are on their 15th novel. I heard from Jodi Picoult that women writers don't get as many book reviews as men writers. Just reviewing a book is a huge shout-out for an author, as there are a lot of people reading my blog and the reviews could potentially help their sales. They also help the authors know what to do when they write their next books, as I feel I give fair and honest constructive criticism. There are more books than there are people like me to read them, so I started a new feature to spotlight some new books that people may or may not have heard of yet. I like to consider myself (and everyone with whom I work on the blog) a book cheerleader. I never was a cheerleader for sports, but I have always loved to read and this is my way of spreading the love.

I also love to network for people and/or do whatever I can to make someone else's dream come true in some way or another. It could be something small or something huge. It just comes out of me caring about people. If I was able to help someone find a job or meet their true love, while it would be a head trip for me, I would genuinely be happy for the recipient because something good happened for them. I can't reach out far and wide because that's just overstretching my boundaries and resources and I also have my family to take care of and my own life to maintain. However, if and when I can do something to help someone else, it makes me truly happy. Last fall, I was able to network so that my friend's son could meet his favorite singer after her concert. I did it because he is a sweet kid and I know how much he likes this singer. It made me so happy to see a video of him meeting her and the look on his face was priceless. This kind of experience is related to what I mentioned earlier...I did it because I care. No one was dictating to me that I would be more or less successful if I did or didn't do it. I was just glad that my friend's son got to have such an experience. I love giving things to people, as well. Even just little presents or things I picked out that made me think of them. Again, I do this on a smaller scale, but it's a nice feeling nonetheless. It makes me happy when I can make someone's day by doing something simple. I would rather continue doing that voluntarily than ever use it as a means of societal success. The success for me just comes from within. Now I'm motivated to volunteer for "Make a Wish Foundation," even though I don't know if I could handle the emotional involvement, now that I'm a parent. Granting a dying wish seems so meaningful, but also so final. I'd also feel like a hypocrite sending someone else's kid to Disney World when I have yet to take my own, but it might also be a good way to teach my kids about being grateful for what they do have.