I had almost forgotten what a crazy tempest of pressure and expectations Christmas can be. Colene is lamenting a little about her lack of significant other and family pressure. Vern is singing a slightly different tune – however he is obviously insane as well. Nobody’s seemed to echo my sentiments on the holiday of late … Continue reading Christmas for One please
(Say the title in the voice of Paul Sr. from American Choppers. Unless you have no cable like Nelly and have no clue what I’m talking about. In which case, ignore this, and keep reading.) My Oma & Opa – that’s Grandma & Grandpa for those who don’t know – (both nearly 80) just leapt … Continue reading I gots an Eye-Dear
It is not an easy feat to keep a dozen or so baby boomers entertained, well-fed and hydrated over the course of 5-6 hours. Add to this the duties of recording which gifts were from whom, depositing various bouquets of flowers into vases, and cleaning up the entire bag of ice I so cleverly dumped … Continue reading Open Mouth, Insert Foot
Happy Thanksgiving shout outs to all my brothers and sisters south of the 49th. Special thanks for y’all not going too crazy at the airports last night, so my dad could get home from LA with a minimum of incident. It’s a ridiculously beautiful autumn day here – I wonder if I claimed to be … Continue reading Turkey Lurkey
Because I’m such a wonderful child, my parents brought me some lovely trinkets from their excursion overseas. Among the spoils: -Belgian Chocolage (from Belgium of course) -Framed Art Print from Verona of Juliet’s balcony -Fancy cheese themed Apron from Pisa (came in handy while making the turkey) -Jewelry from Holland (where my family’s from) -Beer … Continue reading Meanie
So, I picked today to tell my parents that my boyfriend is moving in.
This is going to be a doozie folks, so grab a beverage, and settle in….
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I got a call from my mom the other day. This in itself isn’t terribly unusual, but what she had to say is. Apparently my grandmother is pretty ill. Ill enough to admit to being utterly incapacitated. The fact that she will admit that something is wrong means that whatever it is, it’s pretty serious. … Continue reading Growing up, Getting on