8.30.2010
8.27.2010
Dear Lord, thank you for lifelong friends. And wine.
Tonight we met at Daniel's for filets, cabernet, and chocolate cake. Some family friends from Cali were in town and we spent the whole night laughing and reminiscing.
And telling stupid Irish jokes like this one:
A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he could buy him a drink.
"Why of course," comes the reply.
The first man then asks: "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Ireland," replies the second man.
The first man responds: "You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's have another round to Ireland."
"Of Course," replies the second man.
Curious, the first man then asks: "Where in Ireland are you from?"
"Dublin," comes the reply.
"I can't believe it," says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin."
"Of course," replies the second man.
Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: "What school did you go to?"
"Saint Mary's," replies the second man. "I graduated in '65."
"This is unbelievable!," the first man says. "I went to Saint Mary's and I graduated in '65, too!"
About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar.
"What's been going on?," he asks the bartender.
"Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Malley twins are drunk again."
8.25.2010
8.23.2010
8.22.2010
Disturbing the peace: $250
Having Mycle Wastman and a taco truck at your 'fiesta': priceless.
I'm back from my one-week blog hiatus! Did you miss me? Not really? That's ok. =) Here are some pics of the party that kept me busy all week looong!
I'm back from my one-week blog hiatus! Did you miss me? Not really? That's ok. =) Here are some pics of the party that kept me busy all week looong!
8.16.2010
8.13.2010
8.12.2010
What do you wear to a funeral these days anyway?
Yesterday was so hard. There I sat, just a friend of the family, but I couldn't stop putting myself in her their shoes. She was a sister, a daughter, a wife. I cried through the whole service. We all did. She was too young. Too beautiful. Too awesome of a mother to her three children.
I stood at my closet for an hour that morning- trying to figure out what to wear. All black? Dressy? Casual? Dress casual? Then I thought about how she went, and I just sat down and put my face in my hands. Trying to figure out what to wear- what a stupid, trivial dilemma.
The ceremony went so slowly. The family told stories of her past- how she loved to shop. How her and her sisters would slide down the stairs in sleeping bags when they were young.
When her dad went up to the mic he spoke so eloquently and with so much grace. He said, "I want you to know that through this whole tragedy not one person in this family has looked to God in anger and asked 'why?'. Not one of us."
I spent the rest of the day with my family and in the evening went out to the dock at sunset. Someone made a joke that I should take a dip in the lake. "the water's nice!" And a few minutes later, minus my phone and keys, I jumped into the lake-fully clothed. It was pure joy. And later, we all gathered on the deck, dripping wet, to watch the sun fall behind the trees. Nobody spoke as the sun fell farther and farther, until it vanished beneath the horizon. Oh, how we wished we could bring it back.
I stood at my closet for an hour that morning- trying to figure out what to wear. All black? Dressy? Casual? Dress casual? Then I thought about how she went, and I just sat down and put my face in my hands. Trying to figure out what to wear- what a stupid, trivial dilemma.
The ceremony went so slowly. The family told stories of her past- how she loved to shop. How her and her sisters would slide down the stairs in sleeping bags when they were young.
When her dad went up to the mic he spoke so eloquently and with so much grace. He said, "I want you to know that through this whole tragedy not one person in this family has looked to God in anger and asked 'why?'. Not one of us."
I spent the rest of the day with my family and in the evening went out to the dock at sunset. Someone made a joke that I should take a dip in the lake. "the water's nice!" And a few minutes later, minus my phone and keys, I jumped into the lake-fully clothed. It was pure joy. And later, we all gathered on the deck, dripping wet, to watch the sun fall behind the trees. Nobody spoke as the sun fell farther and farther, until it vanished beneath the horizon. Oh, how we wished we could bring it back.
8.09.2010
8.08.2010
Did I already post this? Oh well, worth a re-post.
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