Tomorrow, Robin (do-over) is coming to my house, on her way home, for coffee. (I didn’t tell her I don’t know how to make coffee) It’s okay, the recipe’s on the can, right? Also, OMG! Robin’s coming to my house! I am SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!
I don’t mean to brag, but I don’t have a damn thing that I have to do today. So i’m not. (*This is me doing nothing. Cute huh?)
Oh Chicago, You always show me so much fun! Hanging out with my daughter Drinking with the internets at CityScape ($14 for two beers! Cripes, coulda got a whole case at Casa de Jeannie!) Karaoke at the Blue Frog (sorry if you missed it, Jean Jett Loves Rock N Roll) Terry & Andrea, Erin, & the really tall guy (can’t remember his name) Damn we were all pretty damn good!!! Mullens,...
Have ya ever noticed how The Weather Channel never mentions how Boston fared in the hurricane department, …when all you want to hear is HOW BOSTON FARED IN THE HURRICANE DEPARTMENT?!!! (Seriously, I just want to know if my boy blowded away or not. I haven’t heard a thing!)
We’re back home from Chicago. Good news: Michigan was unscathed by the hurricane. You may return to your homes. Oh, wait…
Hey Dan & Company, I can see you from the daughter’s new apartment. We’re by the Rock N Roll McDonalds. Blow me a kiss!!!
Michele, You be careful up there! I worry about you like a momma worries about her babies!!!
Okay Chicago, we’re here. Show us what you got! JK, we’re here all the time, we know exactly what you got. That’s why we’re here now! Drinks at 6, people?
Ba Ba Ba Birthdayyyy!
Happy Thursday and Happy Birthday Michele! I love reading your stuff. You’re funny, interesting, and pretty much a brilliant writer and person. (…And you have a pretty cool family too.) I hope you have the best of days!! Looking forward to seeing you this weekend. *This is where I sing and do the Birthday Dance.* God, I wish you could see it. It’s pretty damn good. If I do say...
Coincidence Or Karma?
Our morning walk got cancelled. (I’m a little more excited about this than I should be) So now I can share my random morning thoughts: Both of my boys are in Boston for training for their work. (two different businesses-two different trainings. Coincidence? Yes. Both of my boys experienced their first earthquake yesterday. (Coincidence? No. I already told you they were both in Boston for...
It was supposed to be done when ‘The Boy’ was in first grade. The boy has just graduated from college. Eighteen years later. Eighteen Years!!! The golf course behind us opens next week. OMG, Becky, it’s finally going to happen. Now where’d I put my golf clubs?
Cowbell Stories, Eh?
So mine has to do with the classic Blue Oyster Cult skit on SNL. You know the one. The one with Christopher Walken and “more cowbell”. Well, ‘The Boy’ pretty much has it memorized (along with every Chris Farley and Adam Sandler movie, ..but that’s a different story for another day.) Anyways, during the last part of the skit, where Jimmy Fallon loses his composure and...
My boy has safely arrived in Boston. I can go to bed now. (shut up, it’s been a long day) See ya in the morning!!! You should probly get to bed too. (You look like you could use some extra beauty sleep.) Love and hugs, Me.
Sharing Is Caring
Kids. Just when ya get used to them, they leave. So we just dropped ‘The Boy’ off at the airport. He’ll be in Boston for seven weeks of training, for the new job. I miss him already. Quick, somebody, send me your kid!
The Curse Worked!
Dear Mr. wordsworthinc I just found out, there is no flea market today. It is next weekend. *You* did this, didn’t you!
This Makes Me Sad And Happy
Today my youngest son starts his job. This was his message on facebook: “For the first time in 13 years I will not be suiting up to play football. Today I start the next chapter of my life in the corporate working world. Livonia for the week and then flying out to Boston this weekend”.
Forecast for today: Sunny. I just got back from my walk in the rain. But that’s okay. (Really, it’s okay.) My neighbor is mowing… in the rain. That is not okay. (Come on, everybody knows mowing in the rain makes clumps. And if you didn’t know, now you do!) The moral of this story is: It is not sunny.
‘The Daughter’ is home for the week. We are having so much fun. We have shopped, cooked, hung out by the pool, and have watched Hoarders on tv. (She had never seen Hoarders before and was both horrified and intrigued. So basically she loves it.) I am thoroughly enjoying myself. Hanging out with my kids, makes me wish they never had to grow up and move away. But for now,...