Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Now, I am not one of those people who is terrified of clowns. I just don't like them. I think they're tacky. They're not funny, not even in the cirus, and especially not at birthday parties. Even worse than real clowns are the fake ones, the ones that are meant to be pretty, poignant, pensive, and peculiar. This clown is in the study. Somehow I find it the most menacing of all, with its outstretched arms and painted on tear.
I love my in-laws very much. They are some of the most generous, friendly, warm people I have ever met. They have accepted me as their own son. But sons don't always share the same tastes as their parents, right? This clown straddles the floor lamp in the living room.
So back to our little clown at the top of this post, the one at Buca di Beppo. This particular clown had been sitting in our garage ever since we had moved in, and Giancarlo was looking for a white elephant gift for a company Christmas party. The clown was perfect! The fact that it belonged to his mother didn't seem to matter to either of us. The party was being held at...where? Buca di Beppo, of course! The person who received this white elephant gift didn't even want to take it home, so they left it at the restaurant, and it blended in seamlessly.
Thanks for coming, guys! You're the best!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
As usual, Diego refuses to look at the camera.
Someday I’m going to… go on a cruise around the world.
When I’m really down, what I want to do is… have time alone.
I feel anxious…when I'm sitting in a waiting room.
I like people who… don't get their panties in a wad too easily.
All it takes to make me happy is…give me a few hours with the house all to myself!
What I really want to do is…not mentionable on my blog. (!) Okay, that's not what I REALLY want to do. What I really want to do is see the cure for cancer soon.
I wish that…life were a little bit easier.
I don’t like people who… are rude. And lazy and irresponsible.
A person really should...work their butt off, not sweat the small stuff, not complain too much, and laugh a lot.
I just hate it that…it still bothers me so much when someone is mad at me.
I have everything I need, however…I'd like some extra cash sitting around. Plus, I'd love the assurance that I'll never experience a major earthquake again.
If I could do whatever I wanted...I'd go on a cruise three times a year.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Thanks so much to all (one) of you who participated! I was overwhelmed by the (one) caption suggestion that came flooding into my comments box. I would post some of the honorable mentions, but I just couldn't narrow it down to just a few (they didn't exitst).
Sigh....The Pioneer Woman I will never be. And Kira, since you were the only one who ventured a caption, you get a real prize! A lifetime with my baby brother! What better prize could there be?
As for the other two of you, you're letting me down. Come on people, throw me a bone here! I'm trying to be like the Pioneer Woman and you're not helping any!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
"You know how there is a small handful of people out there, for whatever reason, with whom you cross paths on a regular basis? I’m not talking about people that you ordinarily see because you work with them, or because you live near them. I’m talking about people that maybe live in the same city as you but you don’t have anything else to really bring you together other than chance, coincidence, and circumstance.One such person I see quite often is, Einnob. Einnob isn’t really her name, but I try to preserve peoples’ anonymity as much as possible. Einnob is one of my friend’s moms, that is how I met her, and once in a while I will see her in connection with that friend. But most of the time, we just happen to be at the same place at the same time. In a city of 175,000. It’s a little creepy.
I go to the market. There’s Einnob.
I go to the hair salon. There’s Einnob.
I go out to eat. There’s Einnob.
I’m walking through a parking lot. There’s Einnob.
I’m sitting at a red light and happen to glance over. There’s Einnob.
Einnob, are you stalking me?"
Everybody was all ined up and ready to go, but Diego, far right, had his own agenda.
He wouldn't cooperate with me, and he wouldn't cooperate with Stephanie, one of the mommies.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Diego, as you spin around in circles in the sand, do you hear a phone ringing?
Do you see the phone in the sand?
Grace, is that a phone in your hand? No, it's a snack.
Diego, dig in the sand, maybe the phone is buried.
Lily! You've got a look on your face like you know where the phone is. Do you?
Inot and and Einnob, our gracious hostesses with the mos---uh----that's our gracious hostesses with the most hopitality, is that your cell phone that keeps ringing?
Bella? Any ideas on the whereabouts of that cell phone that keeps going off?
Matt? No idea, right? Wait. You say I'm getting warmer?
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
As the sun came up, we heard on someone's radio that the earthquake we had just experienced was not The Big One.
"What??!!!" I whined. "How could that have not been The Big One?"