Dedicated to Jack- Never forgotten, always loved:
Written by her grandmother:
Going through some old papers the other day I read some of Jack's class assignments and one I had to laugh over all over again. Now some of you are old enough to remember Jack who died in August 2000, we did not quiet make it to the magical 50 year marriage but for 47 years he was a great husband, father, and a friend to all.
When Jack retired from the army in 1971, he decided to go back to college and earn a degree in education and then teach for a few years at least until the magical age 62 when one could draw their social security. He found that he absolutley loved college...looked forward to going to class...loved doing "homework" writing papers, researching and more writing and more writing. He went on and earned a Master's Degree and also had a great time. If there had been a doctoral program at AC at that time I am sure he would have gone for that one also.
ONe day he came home, said that the Professor has given the class an assignment to write an article on the firefighters fire resistant pants, and he was going to the library to do some research on asbestos being used for fire retardant materials. Gone all afternoon, and came home and on our old typewriter finished up his article, handed it in the next day, and then the next day, the professor gave all the students back their papers and Jack got an A+.
The Prof asked of Jack, "Mr. E, I made a copy of your paper, and with your permission would like to read it to the class", of course Jack said ok, and so the teacher read the paper, the class began laughing, whooping, and some even had tears running down their face. The assignment which was still written on the blackboard, was to write an article on "HOT PANTS"
He came home laughing at himself, for those of you who are very young in the late 70s, girls did not wear bermuda shorts, but very very very short...hot pants. one could call this joke on Jack, a generational gender fling.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Wal-Mart Chronicles #3
To Papa...
Since the last installment of our Wally World adventures Papa attempted to sneak out of the house while both Nana and I were away to go to the "curb mart" where unfortunately his trusty "A-La-Sabre" left him high and dry. So not only was he left with no cell phone because "those are the most useless things on the planet," but he also had to bum a ride from the pool man who was more than likely buying his usual carton of newports. SO... not only did my Nana have a cow thinking that someone had stolen his hunk of junk, but was alarmed when he was in his regular spot sipping his tea like nothing had happened. "Where in the world is your car?"She asked him. "Broke down" he says looking down at the golf digest he was reading. "How would you know that it broke down, you aren't supposed to be driving." "None of your business" he says and practices his golf swing without letting the leg rest down on his lay-z-boy.
So here we are... in my Nana's Jeep driving to Wal-Mart. "We got a half tank in there, sugar?" he asks me. "Yeah Pop, a little over." "Good, takes about that much for this dang thing to get out here" he says as he adjusts his golf cap. I just roll my eyes and rev the engine just to piss him off. "Don't do that- that takes up a 1/4 tank."
I drop him off at the front door and he plops out of the car, I say plop because it is so much higher than his car and what he is used to that he has to hop out and catch himself on the door handle. I walk in and he is just standing by the so-called "greeter" waiting for her to acknowledge his presence and get him a scooter. Finally Ms. Beverly walks up to him and says "come on, I'll get you one." By this time I wander off to see what the bakery section has come up with for this valentine holiday season. "Heart shaped pretzels covered with red hots, hmm.." was my thought as he wheeled up beside me.
"She said I can't drag race or pop wheelies in this one and I told her that was the only reason that I came here every Saturday." I just laugh and tell him that he should have told her that he would take his business to Target, but their rascals aren't as good. "Nah, he says, the produce is better here." GOD I LOVE THIS MAN! "Pepto Max section- Let's go...Keep up." he says to me. "Alright" I yell to him as I throw some pink tinted powdered sugar donuts in his scooter cart. He opens the pack up and pops one and leaves remnants of powdered sugar on the corners of his mouth. "Pop, you got something on your face" I say. "Saving it for later" he says without wiping it away.
He turns down the next aisle, throws some adult diapers in his cart and a lady not paying attention almost t-bones him. "Come on darlin', go ahead" and motions his hand to her. As soon as she is out of ear-shot he says "you good lookin hunk-o-woman." Now, let me explain...This lady had the the wicked witch's mole and looked as if she might have been the birth mother of quasi-moto. He races down the next aisle throwing things like the family size bottle of tylenol and the entire stock of wal-mart brand gas pills in stock into his scooter cart. He then turns round the next aisle and sees the lady again "Hey beautiful" he says and winks at her. She smiles and giggles and keeps pushing her buggy along.
He trucks back across the store to the grocery section and scoots down toward dog food. Now, this is a bit of a shock to me, because our trips run on a map.. McDonald's for coffee, Pharmacy, Produce section, then he turn down the wrong aisle THREE times every week to get dog food. But this week he skipped the first two- I was a bit taken aback. So we get our regular 6 cans of Ol' Roy and head to the dairy section. Eggs were on sale so he begins to pile them in. "3 dozen Pop, don't you think that's a bit of overkill." He doesn't even answer me and throws six things of black cherry yogurt in as well.
He moves on to the next aisle and begins to turn in. He realizes it is the candy aisle and he already bought enough Valentine's candy to last us until Easter the last time and turns his rascal so sharp in order to aviod heading down that aisle that it toppled a bit and he had to throw a leg out to keep from falling out. He wheels over to the next aisle and sticks his arm out like a biker about to make a left turn. He turns around with a huge grin and says "Just in case they were wondering which way I was going." He reaches over for a pack of Luzianne tea (which we have 4 boxes of at home) and knock about 6 over. He is talking some nonsense about Bobby Labonte and the Nascar team and I just zone him out and pick up the tea and follow along behind. He then realizes that his cart is almost full and he had forgotten to go to produce. So he hands me the family pack of Charmin Utra strong and tells me to 'tuck it under my arm till we get done.' Now, I don't know if you have ever attempted to carry around a family pack of this for more than from shelf to cart, but those little buggers are slippery and won't fit under your arm. Then, once he started trying to balance stuff on there is got to be a little much for me. So I told him that I was going to go get a shopping cart and I would meet him by the bananas and to "BEHAVE!" So I get my cart, return to produce and can't find him anywhere. I search the avocados, the grapefruits, the strawberries, all of his usual favorites, but to no avail. I really hate to leave that section because then I would NEVER find him. So I check my phone very sneakily for the time, because he doesn't allow me to use it on these trips and realize that he has been missing for about 5 minutes. I finally see him wheel around the corner perking his neck up to see across his monstrous pile of groceries grinning like a FOOL. "Where in the world did you go? I told you to meet me by bananas." But then I see it, his cup of McDonald's coffee steaming in his hand. How did I not figure it out? So he starts up with the story... "Well, I think the lady in there was trying to pick me up... I brought the 42 cents with me for the cup of coffee, but then I went to pay and the lady said it was 52. So I was fumbling with my billfold for a bit and this cute little lady said that she would buy if for me." "Well...Well... papa, maybe she thought you need a sugar mama." "That's the first person that's ever bought me a drink before... You think she was trying to pick me up or do I look like a poor hobo?" "Definately trying to pick you up Papa. most hobos don't wear chinos and tweed golf hats." "Well butter me and call me a biscuit...hand me those bananas. "
Since the last installment of our Wally World adventures Papa attempted to sneak out of the house while both Nana and I were away to go to the "curb mart" where unfortunately his trusty "A-La-Sabre" left him high and dry. So not only was he left with no cell phone because "those are the most useless things on the planet," but he also had to bum a ride from the pool man who was more than likely buying his usual carton of newports. SO... not only did my Nana have a cow thinking that someone had stolen his hunk of junk, but was alarmed when he was in his regular spot sipping his tea like nothing had happened. "Where in the world is your car?"She asked him. "Broke down" he says looking down at the golf digest he was reading. "How would you know that it broke down, you aren't supposed to be driving." "None of your business" he says and practices his golf swing without letting the leg rest down on his lay-z-boy.
So here we are... in my Nana's Jeep driving to Wal-Mart. "We got a half tank in there, sugar?" he asks me. "Yeah Pop, a little over." "Good, takes about that much for this dang thing to get out here" he says as he adjusts his golf cap. I just roll my eyes and rev the engine just to piss him off. "Don't do that- that takes up a 1/4 tank."
I drop him off at the front door and he plops out of the car, I say plop because it is so much higher than his car and what he is used to that he has to hop out and catch himself on the door handle. I walk in and he is just standing by the so-called "greeter" waiting for her to acknowledge his presence and get him a scooter. Finally Ms. Beverly walks up to him and says "come on, I'll get you one." By this time I wander off to see what the bakery section has come up with for this valentine holiday season. "Heart shaped pretzels covered with red hots, hmm.." was my thought as he wheeled up beside me.
"She said I can't drag race or pop wheelies in this one and I told her that was the only reason that I came here every Saturday." I just laugh and tell him that he should have told her that he would take his business to Target, but their rascals aren't as good. "Nah, he says, the produce is better here." GOD I LOVE THIS MAN! "Pepto Max section- Let's go...Keep up." he says to me. "Alright" I yell to him as I throw some pink tinted powdered sugar donuts in his scooter cart. He opens the pack up and pops one and leaves remnants of powdered sugar on the corners of his mouth. "Pop, you got something on your face" I say. "Saving it for later" he says without wiping it away.
He turns down the next aisle, throws some adult diapers in his cart and a lady not paying attention almost t-bones him. "Come on darlin', go ahead" and motions his hand to her. As soon as she is out of ear-shot he says "you good lookin hunk-o-woman." Now, let me explain...This lady had the the wicked witch's mole and looked as if she might have been the birth mother of quasi-moto. He races down the next aisle throwing things like the family size bottle of tylenol and the entire stock of wal-mart brand gas pills in stock into his scooter cart. He then turns round the next aisle and sees the lady again "Hey beautiful" he says and winks at her. She smiles and giggles and keeps pushing her buggy along.
He trucks back across the store to the grocery section and scoots down toward dog food. Now, this is a bit of a shock to me, because our trips run on a map.. McDonald's for coffee, Pharmacy, Produce section, then he turn down the wrong aisle THREE times every week to get dog food. But this week he skipped the first two- I was a bit taken aback. So we get our regular 6 cans of Ol' Roy and head to the dairy section. Eggs were on sale so he begins to pile them in. "3 dozen Pop, don't you think that's a bit of overkill." He doesn't even answer me and throws six things of black cherry yogurt in as well.
He moves on to the next aisle and begins to turn in. He realizes it is the candy aisle and he already bought enough Valentine's candy to last us until Easter the last time and turns his rascal so sharp in order to aviod heading down that aisle that it toppled a bit and he had to throw a leg out to keep from falling out. He wheels over to the next aisle and sticks his arm out like a biker about to make a left turn. He turns around with a huge grin and says "Just in case they were wondering which way I was going." He reaches over for a pack of Luzianne tea (which we have 4 boxes of at home) and knock about 6 over. He is talking some nonsense about Bobby Labonte and the Nascar team and I just zone him out and pick up the tea and follow along behind. He then realizes that his cart is almost full and he had forgotten to go to produce. So he hands me the family pack of Charmin Utra strong and tells me to 'tuck it under my arm till we get done.' Now, I don't know if you have ever attempted to carry around a family pack of this for more than from shelf to cart, but those little buggers are slippery and won't fit under your arm. Then, once he started trying to balance stuff on there is got to be a little much for me. So I told him that I was going to go get a shopping cart and I would meet him by the bananas and to "BEHAVE!" So I get my cart, return to produce and can't find him anywhere. I search the avocados, the grapefruits, the strawberries, all of his usual favorites, but to no avail. I really hate to leave that section because then I would NEVER find him. So I check my phone very sneakily for the time, because he doesn't allow me to use it on these trips and realize that he has been missing for about 5 minutes. I finally see him wheel around the corner perking his neck up to see across his monstrous pile of groceries grinning like a FOOL. "Where in the world did you go? I told you to meet me by bananas." But then I see it, his cup of McDonald's coffee steaming in his hand. How did I not figure it out? So he starts up with the story... "Well, I think the lady in there was trying to pick me up... I brought the 42 cents with me for the cup of coffee, but then I went to pay and the lady said it was 52. So I was fumbling with my billfold for a bit and this cute little lady said that she would buy if for me." "Well...Well... papa, maybe she thought you need a sugar mama." "That's the first person that's ever bought me a drink before... You think she was trying to pick me up or do I look like a poor hobo?" "Definately trying to pick you up Papa. most hobos don't wear chinos and tweed golf hats." "Well butter me and call me a biscuit...hand me those bananas. "
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
So most people do this on fb, but I blog, cuz that's what I do...yo.
Dedicated to my randomness...
1.) I take my grandfather to Wal-Mart every week and there is not much in this world that I enjoy more.
2.) I love to give presents, but only if they are ABSOLUTELY perfect for the person. I look all year long for gifts and when I find them I buy them and store them until the person's special occasion. I have already bought val pal and Henry's bday presents. Their bdays are in May and November.
3.) I really like old movies and old movie stars, especially musicals. Oklahoma, funny girl, south pacific, my fair lady, pajama game, singing in the rain, meet me in St. Louis, gigi, an American in Paris... I probably have 200 if not more! Doris Day, Gene Kelley, Ginger Rogers, Audrey Hepburn.. They are classic, we should all learn something from them.
4.) I love comedians and stand up. I love Dave Chappelle, CHELSEA HANDLER, Ellen DeGeneres, George Lopez, Daniel Tosh, Redd Fox, tina fey,Dana Carvey. But my ultimate favorite forever and ever and will never change will be BILL COSBY!!!!
5.) I identify with Carrie in Sex and the City. She is a fashionista, which I try, don't have the money, but I try. Loves shoes- um, me. Has a great group of friends who see eachother through anything. And likes "Her money where she can see it, hanging in her closet."
6.) I love my name. I was named after my grandmother and have always thought that it was lovely. I prefer to be called Cecilia, I have fought tooth and nail my whole life to keep it that way because everyone in this country is lazy and wants to shorten it. Sorry... I like it. I love my pet names though: "nugget" and "cbass" and "cesilly" but only with expressed written consent...
7.) I really appreciate good manners. A man opening a car door for me is such a wonderful gesture. Gets me every time.
8.) Everything relates to song lyrics in my head. I don't know if it is because that is how I learn best or what, but if someone says something that reminds me of a chorus I am probably going to sing it to ya. Ex: What are you doing "Working 9 to 5...trying to make a living" -Dolly or How do you like this outfit? "Look at this peacoat and tell me he's broke" -Kanye
9.) I don't like scary movies, or being scared and I don't particularly like people in masks. Especially when they are driving with them on around Halloween. It's just creepy.
10.) I really enjoy people that can tell a good story. My Graham Cracker, Jack, My uncle Jim. When they can pull you in and make you laugh and hold you on the edge of your seat- I just love that. I do not like long, drawn-out, I "forgot the punch line" stories, or the kind told solely for shock value (you know which one I am talking about.)
11.) I was an adpi in college and am tickled pink that my amazing cuz decided to become one too. Now we really are sisters. "we are our daddies girls, we like to wear our pearls, we wear the cutest skirts, we are the biggest flirts, so if you want to know which sorority to go.. Go the first, go the best, go adpi" o.b.i.c.
12.) I can pretty much guarantee that if you need something it is in my purse. I have: Hand sanitizer, gum, 2 kinds of eye drops one for allergies, one for dry contacts, iPhone, ipod, headphones (or ear buds as I like to call them,) tums, allergy meds, my friends business cards to hand out when needed, blister prevention band-aids, deo, advil, tissues, girlie necessities, mascara, two shades of lipstick, two shades of gloss, one cherry chap-stick, one carmex (which ironically I hate the taste/smell of but am completely addicted to, pens, a brush, tide pen(it really works- I promise!!), a recipe i am trying tonight,sunglass cloth, lotion, and my keys (most of time except when I lock them in my car which is sadly becoming a habit) and they contain a bottle opener. Plus the gum I carry is big red so everything kinda smells like cinnamon..
13. I would really like to be a banker or a postal worker, not because I think I would like the job, but because they get all the sweet holidays off like veterans day, MLK, presidents day, labor day etc. And get to stay at home telling their friends "suckers!! How's work!?"
14. If I could do it all again I'd go to culinary school.
15.I like game shows like wheel of fortune and jeopardy and cash cab and I usually do awesome, but I SUCK at trivia at a bar, maybe it is the pressure..
16. I have two sisters adopted from china and they are beee-u-tee-ful!
17. I hate karaoke and will not do it- but I will go watch you do it ANYday!!
18. I'm not a dancer usually, but sometimes I get a hankerin' to shake my ass and it won't go away until I I clubbin'
19. I love the beach- it is my happy place.
20. I LOVE my dog- and, so much due to jack, is very well behaved.
21. I love the yellow jackets and grew up cheering for them "ramblin' gamblin' helluva engineer"
22. I really enjoy going to the zoo and reading about all the animals. The golden lion tamarin monkey is my favorite!
23. I think little kids are the funniest. They keep it real- they have to poop, they say so. They fart, they announce it, "sorry I pooted" and then plug their nose and run away. They cry when they are sad, they yell when they are angry, they get dirty, they don't like baths, they fight for their favorite toy, they play their favorite movie over and over and quote it. They use their imaginations and don't have to go somewhere to be on vacation- they can just believe that they are there. They love the pool and swimming, they cry when they have to leave somewhere they are having fun. They sing on the potty, they are attached to their blankies. They beat up their sibling and blame it on the one that cant talk yet. They throw their dinner on the floor if they don't like of, they throw fits when they don't get what they want, they don't need designer clothes and fancy makeup- they are just beautiful. They love their mommies and their daddies and they trust everyone no matter what..
24.I live to travel! Switzerland, Italy, France, Ecuador, Germany and new York were my favorite!!
25. I would love to write a book one day and I'm working on it- watch it guys, you say something that I like and it just might end up in my masterpiece!!
1.) I take my grandfather to Wal-Mart every week and there is not much in this world that I enjoy more.
2.) I love to give presents, but only if they are ABSOLUTELY perfect for the person. I look all year long for gifts and when I find them I buy them and store them until the person's special occasion. I have already bought val pal and Henry's bday presents. Their bdays are in May and November.
3.) I really like old movies and old movie stars, especially musicals. Oklahoma, funny girl, south pacific, my fair lady, pajama game, singing in the rain, meet me in St. Louis, gigi, an American in Paris... I probably have 200 if not more! Doris Day, Gene Kelley, Ginger Rogers, Audrey Hepburn.. They are classic, we should all learn something from them.
4.) I love comedians and stand up. I love Dave Chappelle, CHELSEA HANDLER, Ellen DeGeneres, George Lopez, Daniel Tosh, Redd Fox, tina fey,Dana Carvey. But my ultimate favorite forever and ever and will never change will be BILL COSBY!!!!
5.) I identify with Carrie in Sex and the City. She is a fashionista, which I try, don't have the money, but I try. Loves shoes- um, me. Has a great group of friends who see eachother through anything. And likes "Her money where she can see it, hanging in her closet."
6.) I love my name. I was named after my grandmother and have always thought that it was lovely. I prefer to be called Cecilia, I have fought tooth and nail my whole life to keep it that way because everyone in this country is lazy and wants to shorten it. Sorry... I like it. I love my pet names though: "nugget" and "cbass" and "cesilly" but only with expressed written consent...
7.) I really appreciate good manners. A man opening a car door for me is such a wonderful gesture. Gets me every time.
8.) Everything relates to song lyrics in my head. I don't know if it is because that is how I learn best or what, but if someone says something that reminds me of a chorus I am probably going to sing it to ya. Ex: What are you doing "Working 9 to 5...trying to make a living" -Dolly or How do you like this outfit? "Look at this peacoat and tell me he's broke" -Kanye
9.) I don't like scary movies, or being scared and I don't particularly like people in masks. Especially when they are driving with them on around Halloween. It's just creepy.
10.) I really enjoy people that can tell a good story. My Graham Cracker, Jack, My uncle Jim. When they can pull you in and make you laugh and hold you on the edge of your seat- I just love that. I do not like long, drawn-out, I "forgot the punch line" stories, or the kind told solely for shock value (you know which one I am talking about.)
11.) I was an adpi in college and am tickled pink that my amazing cuz decided to become one too. Now we really are sisters. "we are our daddies girls, we like to wear our pearls, we wear the cutest skirts, we are the biggest flirts, so if you want to know which sorority to go.. Go the first, go the best, go adpi" o.b.i.c.
12.) I can pretty much guarantee that if you need something it is in my purse. I have: Hand sanitizer, gum, 2 kinds of eye drops one for allergies, one for dry contacts, iPhone, ipod, headphones (or ear buds as I like to call them,) tums, allergy meds, my friends business cards to hand out when needed, blister prevention band-aids, deo, advil, tissues, girlie necessities, mascara, two shades of lipstick, two shades of gloss, one cherry chap-stick, one carmex (which ironically I hate the taste/smell of but am completely addicted to, pens, a brush, tide pen(it really works- I promise!!), a recipe i am trying tonight,sunglass cloth, lotion, and my keys (most of time except when I lock them in my car which is sadly becoming a habit) and they contain a bottle opener. Plus the gum I carry is big red so everything kinda smells like cinnamon..
13. I would really like to be a banker or a postal worker, not because I think I would like the job, but because they get all the sweet holidays off like veterans day, MLK, presidents day, labor day etc. And get to stay at home telling their friends "suckers!! How's work!?"
14. If I could do it all again I'd go to culinary school.
15.I like game shows like wheel of fortune and jeopardy and cash cab and I usually do awesome, but I SUCK at trivia at a bar, maybe it is the pressure..
16. I have two sisters adopted from china and they are beee-u-tee-ful!
17. I hate karaoke and will not do it- but I will go watch you do it ANYday!!
18. I'm not a dancer usually, but sometimes I get a hankerin' to shake my ass and it won't go away until I I clubbin'
19. I love the beach- it is my happy place.
20. I LOVE my dog- and, so much due to jack, is very well behaved.
21. I love the yellow jackets and grew up cheering for them "ramblin' gamblin' helluva engineer"
22. I really enjoy going to the zoo and reading about all the animals. The golden lion tamarin monkey is my favorite!
23. I think little kids are the funniest. They keep it real- they have to poop, they say so. They fart, they announce it, "sorry I pooted" and then plug their nose and run away. They cry when they are sad, they yell when they are angry, they get dirty, they don't like baths, they fight for their favorite toy, they play their favorite movie over and over and quote it. They use their imaginations and don't have to go somewhere to be on vacation- they can just believe that they are there. They love the pool and swimming, they cry when they have to leave somewhere they are having fun. They sing on the potty, they are attached to their blankies. They beat up their sibling and blame it on the one that cant talk yet. They throw their dinner on the floor if they don't like of, they throw fits when they don't get what they want, they don't need designer clothes and fancy makeup- they are just beautiful. They love their mommies and their daddies and they trust everyone no matter what..
24.I live to travel! Switzerland, Italy, France, Ecuador, Germany and new York were my favorite!!
25. I would love to write a book one day and I'm working on it- watch it guys, you say something that I like and it just might end up in my masterpiece!!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Ode de Cosby
DEDICATED TO BILL.
Ok, so it is sad to admit this, but the truth is I have a severe addiction. I love the Cosby show. I don't know if it is the attitude that phylicia rashod projects as such a strong forward women or if it the fact that their marraige seems to be rock solid. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that they can be faced with the hardest of parenting challenges and seem to come up with the most clever ways to teach their kids a lesson. Like when they made Rudy and vanessa stay in the basement when they were fighting or when claire hustable made legal calls to bail theo out. And they do it all within 30 minutes.AMAZING! I love the fact that everyone calls Bill DR. Huckstable. Even the little kids. ANd who can resist that little Raven symon? I mean she is freakin cutest kid in the history of the world. And Denise's clothes? Straight flashback to a time where designers did hallucinogens. I love Dr.'s crazy ass Sweaters and when rudy and kenneth get in their discussions about womens rights because his brother is teaching him sexist ways. Or how bout the episode when Dr. huckstable tries to dress like a hobo and pretend he is really poor so he can wheel deal on a car price yet people recognize and ask him why he is dressed like that and tell the salesman that he is a doctor; they totally blew his cover! I love the fact that this is a show that I truly enjoy and can sit side by side with my grandmother and not have a single awkward moment. I think the mark of a truly gifted comedian is to make me laugh out loud with a joke that you can repeat back to your mom.
Ok, so it is sad to admit this, but the truth is I have a severe addiction. I love the Cosby show. I don't know if it is the attitude that phylicia rashod projects as such a strong forward women or if it the fact that their marraige seems to be rock solid. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that they can be faced with the hardest of parenting challenges and seem to come up with the most clever ways to teach their kids a lesson. Like when they made Rudy and vanessa stay in the basement when they were fighting or when claire hustable made legal calls to bail theo out. And they do it all within 30 minutes.AMAZING! I love the fact that everyone calls Bill DR. Huckstable. Even the little kids. ANd who can resist that little Raven symon? I mean she is freakin cutest kid in the history of the world. And Denise's clothes? Straight flashback to a time where designers did hallucinogens. I love Dr.'s crazy ass Sweaters and when rudy and kenneth get in their discussions about womens rights because his brother is teaching him sexist ways. Or how bout the episode when Dr. huckstable tries to dress like a hobo and pretend he is really poor so he can wheel deal on a car price yet people recognize and ask him why he is dressed like that and tell the salesman that he is a doctor; they totally blew his cover! I love the fact that this is a show that I truly enjoy and can sit side by side with my grandmother and not have a single awkward moment. I think the mark of a truly gifted comedian is to make me laugh out loud with a joke that you can repeat back to your mom.
My name is Gigi and I am an ALPO-holic
DEDICATED TO MY PRECIOUS PUP..
So yesterday when I let my dog in she had the hiccups. The funny thing is that this is the third time this week. It started me thinking that perhaps she has a problem with alcohol. As I told my friend I do not support her drinking habit, but apparently she has fallen off the wagon (and found her stash when I let her in the backyard) because when I let her in she was wild-eyed and hiccupping. Perhaps she and Chico (our jack Russell that rules the roost outside) are in cahoots and have started a puppy distillery out back. I will keep my eyes peeled and make sure that none of the neighborhood dogs come staggering out of our backyard. I would hate the thought of Sadie and Taiser finagling their way through the chain link and then coming home smelling of whiskey and alpo, what would the neighbors think?! I guess for now I will believe her when I ask her and she just looks up at my lovingly and gives me a sweet puppy kiss but I'm watching her like a hawk; I don't want her getting mixed up with the wrong crowd...
So yesterday when I let my dog in she had the hiccups. The funny thing is that this is the third time this week. It started me thinking that perhaps she has a problem with alcohol. As I told my friend I do not support her drinking habit, but apparently she has fallen off the wagon (and found her stash when I let her in the backyard) because when I let her in she was wild-eyed and hiccupping. Perhaps she and Chico (our jack Russell that rules the roost outside) are in cahoots and have started a puppy distillery out back. I will keep my eyes peeled and make sure that none of the neighborhood dogs come staggering out of our backyard. I would hate the thought of Sadie and Taiser finagling their way through the chain link and then coming home smelling of whiskey and alpo, what would the neighbors think?! I guess for now I will believe her when I ask her and she just looks up at my lovingly and gives me a sweet puppy kiss but I'm watching her like a hawk; I don't want her getting mixed up with the wrong crowd...
The difference between college life and real life
How is that life seems to get faster and busier with every passing day of life. When I used to check my voicemail or email it would just be a simple "hi there and hello" from a friend or the heads up that a good band was coming to town. Nowadays I cant check either without my day planner and a pencil in my hand. Where did the college days of sitting with my best friend eating pizza and watching trash tv (what? emlimidate is not trash!! she would say right now!) go? It feels like only yesterday that we were doing that every other day in her cozy little apartment which we loving called "the A.P.T" We would only get off of her couch to restock the popcorn bowl or refill our vodka/gatorades. Then on the occasion that we decided to go out, because we got the aforementioned message about a good band, we would take 3 hours to get ready if we wanted to. Therefore our schedule would look like this:
11:00am- roll out of bed
11:30am- class
12:15pm- leave class
12:30pm- call friend on phone to complain about class
1:00 pm- nap
2:30 pm- trash tv
5:00 pm- shower
6:00 pm- more mindless television coupled with leftover pizza
7:00 pm- blowdry hair
7:45 pm- start make-up process
8:20 pm- try on outfit #1
8:30 pm- try on outfit #2
8:40 pm- try on outfit #3
8:50 pm- try on outfit #4
9:00 pm- try on outfit #5
9:10 pm- put outfit #1 back on.
2:15 am- stumble back to the apartment
Start over again from the top....
NOWADAYS....
7:00 am- Roll out of bed and put on outfit picked out and ironed the night before, grab cup of coffee from coffee pot set on timer.
8:00-5:00 pm- WORK non-stop.
5:25 pm- roll into volunteer activity 10 minutes late
9:45 pm- leave volunteer activity
10:15 pm- eat english muffin because it is the only thing that you had enough energy to taost.
Start over again from the top....
So: word to the wise stay in school as long as possible, shoot... get your P.H.D.!!!
11:00am- roll out of bed
11:30am- class
12:15pm- leave class
12:30pm- call friend on phone to complain about class
1:00 pm- nap
2:30 pm- trash tv
5:00 pm- shower
6:00 pm- more mindless television coupled with leftover pizza
7:00 pm- blowdry hair
7:45 pm- start make-up process
8:20 pm- try on outfit #1
8:30 pm- try on outfit #2
8:40 pm- try on outfit #3
8:50 pm- try on outfit #4
9:00 pm- try on outfit #5
9:10 pm- put outfit #1 back on.
2:15 am- stumble back to the apartment
Start over again from the top....
NOWADAYS....
7:00 am- Roll out of bed and put on outfit picked out and ironed the night before, grab cup of coffee from coffee pot set on timer.
8:00-5:00 pm- WORK non-stop.
5:25 pm- roll into volunteer activity 10 minutes late
9:45 pm- leave volunteer activity
10:15 pm- eat english muffin because it is the only thing that you had enough energy to taost.
Start over again from the top....
So: word to the wise stay in school as long as possible, shoot... get your P.H.D.!!!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
THREE CHEERS FOR NEW FRIENDS!
Dedicated to SUSUart.com
I am feeling a little sappy today and it is in part because of this painting.
My new friend, SUSUart.com painted this cross and she dedicated it to me and my Bf and called it the "New Friends" cross. As I told her, I see so much in this painting. It is not just brush strokes on canvas. It is so much more to me than that- I feel like it personifies a brand new comraderie that has become such an important part of my life. When I look at it I see so much depth and meaning. I see love and companionship and laughter and smiles. I see crossroads and hard times and a hand to hold. I see sparkle and shine and I see a lifetime of memories to come.
Friend, amiga, pal, buddy, sista, what ever it is that you call eachother it means one thing. Love. I love my friends with all my heart. You are my rock, you are my foundation. You break bread together. You trust eachother with secrets. You make nicknames up for other people. You defend them ferociously; like a mama bear would with her cubs. You take what they say to heart. You listen. You talk. You cry. You know they would never judge you. You tell them things you are scared to talk about. You tell them they look bad when they do. You buy them things that they need when they cant afford them. You remember important occasions (most of the time-sorry Val Pal,) or if you forget you make it up to them 10 fold. You support even when you do not agree. You calm. You relax. You listen to bad rap. You learn every word to songs so that you can roll down all the windows and sing it at the top of your lungs. You give suggestions. You take suggestions. You spend too much money. You are broke together. You see eachother through the good times. You see eachother throught the bad times. You are there. Period.
Wherever the yellow brick road may lead us in our lives we all know those ruby red slippers are gonna lead us right back to where we belong; with the girls that were right there when we bought them.
I am feeling a little sappy today and it is in part because of this painting.
My new friend, SUSUart.com painted this cross and she dedicated it to me and my Bf and called it the "New Friends" cross. As I told her, I see so much in this painting. It is not just brush strokes on canvas. It is so much more to me than that- I feel like it personifies a brand new comraderie that has become such an important part of my life. When I look at it I see so much depth and meaning. I see love and companionship and laughter and smiles. I see crossroads and hard times and a hand to hold. I see sparkle and shine and I see a lifetime of memories to come.
Friend, amiga, pal, buddy, sista, what ever it is that you call eachother it means one thing. Love. I love my friends with all my heart. You are my rock, you are my foundation. You break bread together. You trust eachother with secrets. You make nicknames up for other people. You defend them ferociously; like a mama bear would with her cubs. You take what they say to heart. You listen. You talk. You cry. You know they would never judge you. You tell them things you are scared to talk about. You tell them they look bad when they do. You buy them things that they need when they cant afford them. You remember important occasions (most of the time-sorry Val Pal,) or if you forget you make it up to them 10 fold. You support even when you do not agree. You calm. You relax. You listen to bad rap. You learn every word to songs so that you can roll down all the windows and sing it at the top of your lungs. You give suggestions. You take suggestions. You spend too much money. You are broke together. You see eachother through the good times. You see eachother throught the bad times. You are there. Period.
Wherever the yellow brick road may lead us in our lives we all know those ruby red slippers are gonna lead us right back to where we belong; with the girls that were right there when we bought them.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I HEART MY DAD
Dedicated to Fathers everywhere:
So my Daddy and I have a very unique relationship. While we may look alike in some aspects: we have the same smile, nose etc. We have senses of humor that mirror eachother. Therefore that means that we get eachother's jokes more than other people. So when my Daddy says something funny I get it more than anyone else in the room and we end up laughing hysterically and the rest of the table looks at us and eachother wondering what it is that made us laugh so hard we cried.
Because his hysterics crack me up so much I cherish when I have voicemails from him, because I know what they are going to be before I listen to them. They will be a message in whatever foreign accent he is feeling that day. It might be a Tony Soprano style message asking me if i want some canoli or if I want to meet up to tie someone's feet to cinder blocks and throw them in the Hudson. Or perhaps it will be a Mexican accent telling me if I don't answer my phone that he might "have to stab you, mein." Perhaps he will be in a particularly witty mood and leave me one in his best Darth Vader saying "cecilia..... I am your Father."
So what do I do? I call him back, he intentionally doesn't answer so that we can continue on with our banter, and I leave him a message in my best British accent asking if he would like to "drop round' for a spot of tea later" or in my Chinese lady telling him that his order of "pok flied riice and egga-rolls are a-reddy in fib-a-teen a-minutes."
Guess there is a reason I'm halfway through my 20s and still call him Daddy. Sometimes we just don't grow up...
So my Daddy and I have a very unique relationship. While we may look alike in some aspects: we have the same smile, nose etc. We have senses of humor that mirror eachother. Therefore that means that we get eachother's jokes more than other people. So when my Daddy says something funny I get it more than anyone else in the room and we end up laughing hysterically and the rest of the table looks at us and eachother wondering what it is that made us laugh so hard we cried.
Because his hysterics crack me up so much I cherish when I have voicemails from him, because I know what they are going to be before I listen to them. They will be a message in whatever foreign accent he is feeling that day. It might be a Tony Soprano style message asking me if i want some canoli or if I want to meet up to tie someone's feet to cinder blocks and throw them in the Hudson. Or perhaps it will be a Mexican accent telling me if I don't answer my phone that he might "have to stab you, mein." Perhaps he will be in a particularly witty mood and leave me one in his best Darth Vader saying "cecilia..... I am your Father."
So what do I do? I call him back, he intentionally doesn't answer so that we can continue on with our banter, and I leave him a message in my best British accent asking if he would like to "drop round' for a spot of tea later" or in my Chinese lady telling him that his order of "pok flied riice and egga-rolls are a-reddy in fib-a-teen a-minutes."
Guess there is a reason I'm halfway through my 20s and still call him Daddy. Sometimes we just don't grow up...
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