Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Eve Squared

On this eve before the Thanksgiving Eve, I am just getting home to prepare for tomorrow's road trip to Lake Leelanau to see my mom, and a bunch of relatives.

1. Did most of the laundry
2. Hunted down Pecan Pie for my mom. (two stores)
3. Procurred cheese ball and crackers for Aunt's Thanksgiving festivities.
4. Still need to pack bags and the car.

I'd like to take this time to thank all my friends for your ongoing support, understanding, humor and fun. Each of you brings something different to my life, whether is a rational friend to assure me, the imaginary killer won't hurt me, to kind words about my dad, to the friend or two that are always pushing and motivating you to be the best.

On the Eve of Thanks, I'd like to say I couldn't do it without you. I'm very lucky to have so many great friends near and far.

Happy Thanksgiving.

May it be bountiful.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

The Blind Leads

This morning when I woke up fuzzy and blind, I could've sworn that I saw Lee Harvey Oswald standing on my neighbor's roof.

I've been blessed in many ways in my life, good job, nice friends, fun and loving family, but I got the shaft when it comes to eye sight. I can't see anything. My contacts go all the way up to a -7.5.

And when my alarm went off this morning, telling me to go to the gym (I've got quite a streak going), I looked over and there was Harvey. I wasn't sure why he was there, but can only assume he'd traded his hate of the President, into a new cause:

Guarding the street so that nobody would park in front of my crazy neighbor's house. Who knows? It's possible that crazy people have a soroity of sorts, and watch guard over each other's causes.

After I'd gone to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and came back to my room, I put my glasses on. Turns out Lee Harvey Oswald is a chimmney.

Go figure.

Still blowing smoke.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Ring Around the Rosie

I wear my grandma's wedding band everyday. Most days I wear it with one of two rings that my mom bought me. One is a ring she gave me for my 16th birthday. It's silver and antique looking with a purple stone.

Almost 20 years later, I love it as much as I did when I first got it. Maybe more. As the years go on, I realize how far I've come from the days when I spent hours fighting to wear make up and rushing to wash it off before my mom got home from work.

The other ring that I wear most often is again a silver banded ring with a brown stone, topaz maybe? I know the stones, but I know my mom's heart when she gave them to me.

Which brings us back to my grandma's wedding band. She passed away in 1994, just after Christmas,and she wore this wedding band for 49 years. It was truly one of those marriages that lasted till death do us part. The next Christmas, I was home helping decorate the tree as was tradition, and my mom gave me grandma's wedding band.

My mom has her engagement ring, and her wedding band is my treasure to behold.

It makes me feel good every morning when I put these rings on. Like the bond is forever between my grandma, my mom, and me. And the funny part?

My grandma had tiny fingers too. Her ring fit without any sizing.

And should I ever marry, I've got my perfect something old to walk down the aisle.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Stick This

Bumper stickers are a personal choice that all vehicle owners have to make for themselves. I don't personally care for them and it's not because I'm worried they will wreck the look of my Saturn.

I don't like them for reasons like this: I was driving behind somebody today with 2 stickers on their car. The first one was something about freedom or war is bad, something like that. And then the second sticker, was one of those I heart Ferndale in this case.

Interesting that this person will defend the country on the back of the car, and then on the same bumper, they've put a sticker I love my hometown. And these were given equal placement on her car.

Who know you love it. You live there, I just don't understand why you feel the need to scream that on your bumper.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Night Moves

Did you ever wake up in the middle of the night convinced somebody was trying to break into your house?

But then you realized it was the downstairs neighbors coming home, but you were awake then. So you got up to use the bathroom, and were then afraid to flush, because you thought the imaginery killer would hear you?

Me neither.