If I live to be a million I will never understand the appeal of certain reality tv shows. Especially any that have the word housewives in their title. Good god America, have you collectively lost your mind?
Scribblings
Here’s the best thing about this picture
My cousin Joe and I have been smiling together like this since we were both babies taking naps together while our mothers visited. And now, over sixty years later, we are still smiling together. It doesn’t get much better than this.
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Do not, I repeat, DO NOT
Do not tell me anything about any ice skaters at the Oympics. I live for this every four years and I will not be denied my chance to watch the drama as it unfolds. I’ve taped all the shows that were on while my family was here and I didn’t have time to watch. I’ve averted my eyes whenever I get to the sports page of the paper. I’ve avoided all contact with Olympic results. If you spoil this for me, I will hurt you.
And so as quickly as it started
…it ends. Put the family on the plane east last night. Dogs bewildered wondering why there are no longer four pairs of hands petting and adoring them. Birds disgruntled because they loved the noise and excitement of actually having people in the house other than boring old me. Come back soon. It was a blast.
Today we go to Sarahland
I’m hoping I can bring my cousins to Sarahland today so they can watch the Olympics from her house. Cross your fingers…
Miracles can happen
To all the non-believers… here it is. My cousin Joe in Alaska. And they said it couldn’t be done! Oh, and my sister Judy and Joe’s wife, my cousin Mary and me.
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Happy Valentine’s Day
For some reason, the boys would not pose on a pretty pink blanket for Valentine’s Day. But BuddhaBubba had no problems doing so and wishing all those wonderful pets out there the happiest of Valentine Days. And remember, fellow canines, chocolate can kill you so make sure your mom and dad have some dog appropriate treats for you. And to all you humans lucky enough to have a dog or cat or bird or snake or hamster or whatever to hug as your special Valentine, give thanks for how lucky you are to have that much unconditional love in your
Are they here yet?
Are Uncle Joe and Aunt Mary here yet? Is that Aunt Judy we hear? Where are they? Why is this day taking so long? We’ve already decided who we get to sleep with so let’s get it going… What do you mean that Uncle Joe doesn’t want to sleep with us? We’re adorable. How can he possibly resist, even if he is a Zeccardi male.
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The panic sets in
My sister, my cousin Joe and his wife, my cousin Mary, all arrive late tonight. I wander through the house wondering if it’s clean enough. Do the dogs smell? Will the birds screech and scream as only parrots can do when full of joy because there is company in the house and they don’t have to put up with just boring old me? Will someone slip on the icy driveway? Did I put enough salt down? Will one of the dogs poop outside my sister’s bedroom door? Will she step in it before she notices?
OMG… I’m having a nervous
Was there ever a time
I watch the athletes at the Olympics contort their bodies into impossible positions, fly through the air as though gravity does not exist for them and wonder if I was ever young enough and my body ever supple enough to do those things with enough training. If my body ever could, I have long since forgotten. Now I just end up with aches and pains from merely watching someone else do it.