Category Archives: Family

Meet Ellie


This is Ellie, the little girl who has inspired my company’s fall fundraiser.

Ellie is nine years old and has autism.  Her family loves her very much, but struggles every day to create a safe and happy environment for her.

Ellie currently goes to a wonderful school for autistic children, but the summers remain a struggle. Last summer, Ellie had the opportunity to spend two weeks at Camp Ramapo for Children, a beautiful facility in upstate New York for children with special needs. Ellie’s parents were initially worried about how she would do away from home, but she took to it like a fish to water!

Our charity event “Ellie’s 555 Superhero Challenge” will help fund Ellie’s visit to Camp Ramapo next summer.  Five superhero teams from GDS International will scale five of NYC’s most iconic landmarks on December 9, 2015. Please help support Ellie and my team, Team Superman, by donating today!

Thanks so much from The Sticky Egg!

You aren’t clutzy…

Poor Jimmy Fallon.

He fell yet again in Massachusetts, hurting his right hand. This is the same year he hurt his left hand so badly, he spent a week in ICU, and chipped a tooth trying to open a tube of lotion for said hand.

What a clutz…or maybe not?

You may recall I got bit by a stingray on my family’s beach vacation in Florida.  There were 10 of us; I got the chomp.


Now it appears a spider bit my right arm sometime over the past two days,  and I have a swollen lump of itchiness near my elbow.

We, Jimmy, are the chosen.

I will let you know if I figure out how to get off the list.

Of course I can hear you

“We’re visiting from Arizona.”

“Our town is about an hour outside of Tucson.”

“We took the ferry to the Statute of Liberty, and now we have to meet our daughter up at 96th and Broadway, so we’re taking the train up there.  Hopefully we are on the right train — is this the right train?”

“We’ve found our way around the city pretty well so far…at least, I think we have.”

None of these comments are that remarkable…typical tourist conversation on the subway.

What is remarkable was this lady’s projection. I was all the way at the other end of the subway car, and it was like she was standing right in front of me.

The person she was talking to? Never caught a syllable.

One thing’s for sure — she will ever get lost in the city. Her family will be able to hear her coming and going.

Food pusher

I was raised in the South by amazing home cooks.

The food may not have been the best for us, but it tasted better than anything I’ve found in my travels.

We used to call my mother and her sisters “food pushers” because they were always encouraging us to eat more.

Another taste. Another serving.  Heck, in some cases, another meal.

I had a flashback to those food pushers this morning when I was sitting on the floor, trying to get my dog Rory to eat.


When he rejected his wet food, I added chicken. When he tired of the chicken, I gave him treats. When he finished the treats, I handed him the wet food again.

Anything to get him to eat a decent-sized meal.

Old dogs are the best, but they’re not the best eaters. — Mama Dog food pusher

Not so quiet

My bucolic beach vacation received a jolt yesterday when I got up close and personal with a stingray.


I was walking in kneedeep water, so I  didn’t see my attacker coming. But once I felt the stab, I did get a hand on him to pull him away.

It bled a bit, but hurt a lot. For three or four hours, it was pretty darn intense. Then it calmed down.

And so did I.

For future reference, should you be so unlucky, don’t pee on the wound. And don’t rush to the doctor  (although painkillers will be tempting).

Just make sure no barb remains, soak it in hot water, apply antibiotic ointment and leave it uncovered to heal. Elevating it seems to help, too.

And be grateful for friends and family who quickly gather round to help.

Beach and quiet

Things have been quiet around The Egg the past couple of days. That’s because of the view.


We’re on vacation this week, so forgive me if my posts are a bit more sporadic.


We may lose track of time now and then…

Carbonated cake?

I’m not much of a cake eater, but this ‘recipe’ has put me in the baking mood.

I found it on the Interwebs. Rumor has it if you have a favorite boxed cake mix on hand, all you need is a can of soda — instead of the usual eggs, water, oil, etc. — to make a perfectly yummy dessert.

Here are the suggested combinations:


Game on.

Florida clan — this is on my list of ‘suggested dishes’ for our beach trip later this month. We gotta try it!