Well Miss Krissy, it’s a good thing that you have “so muchroom for a mushroom” because I’ll be mailing you a hand-painted, fifteen pound concrete phallus later today. Just for good measure, I had everyone (Mom, Dad, Rocco, Thom, and Lucy) give the cap a little lick before I nestled Flournoy atop his bed of packing [...]
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Thom: What do you want? Me: Call your mother, Dicko. Thom: Why? Me: … Thom: Oh – the birthday thing? Me: Yes. Thom: Goodbye. [Moments pass. The phone rings.] Mom: Why did your brother just call me Dicko? Me: Oh jeez. Did he sing? Mom: He just called and said “Happy birthday, Dicko.” He said you told him to. Welcome to my world, Interwebz. There’s no [...] It’s cold, rainy and brutally depressing here in the North East. Yay. It’s been a long hard week, Interwebz. Just to recap, it all started with a relaxing dinner where I sucked royally at preparing a family friend for his first round of chemo. Then I held my friend’s hand as she looked at her sweet dog’s [...] I’m not sure how it happened exactly, but somehow the whole weekend focused on my crotch. How many people say that after spending a weekend with their brothers? Thom and I got in late enough Friday night that we didn’t tackle anything terribly ambitious. Drew had already been in Ithaca a week exploring every nook and cranny [...] I’m off to Ithaca for some quality time with my brothers. I’ll be taking Bubba along with me, but I suspect I’ll be too distracted with hiking around the falls and dining at Moosewood to get my blog on. All the gory details will have to wait till Tuesday. Mike already called to discuss “the plan” (or [...] Holy niftiness, Batman! As you well know, I’ve been desperately pining for a little patch of dirt ever since I moved to the city. I often daydream about what veggies I would cram into the fictitious garden I tend in my head. There would be kale, brussel sprouts, strawberries, and tomatoes. Copious quantities of tomatoes! Nothing [...] Now that I’m finally home, I can start to catch up on writing all the silly drivel about the reunion and other travel mayhem I know you just can’t wait to read. In the meantime, here’s a short list of some of the crucial things I learned (most the hard way) while gallivanting through the Midwest (in no particular [...] Cincinnati Bounty No one loves food as much as my father-in-law. Eating a meal with Steve is high entertainment. Each bite elicits groans of pleasure. A photo exhibit dedicated solely to the rapturous faces he makes when consuming cuisine could fill the Guggenheim. Steve has eating down to an art form. Each meal is as full [...] |
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