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I had dinner with two of my three brothers last night. I thought for sure I’d have a fantastic blog this morning because those fuckers are hysterical, right? RIGHT? Denied. It’s like they’re TRYING to thwart my aspirations to have one single coherent and mildly amusing post this week. Fuckers. I don’t think they said two words the whole [...] My favorite voicemail, which I just can’t bring myself to delete, is from my mom. There’s no greeting, no introduction, no pleasantries, just one sentence: “Just wanted to tell you it’s fucking snowing here.” Sing it, sistah. Someone please tell me that it’s not really still snowing. Tell me that all the white shit in the [...] Although Dad’s retirement party was snowed out, we still managed to keep ourselves entertained. Drew and Kate even made it out from Durham. The conversations only get worse when you add in another brother. You HAVE to be getting tired of these little fly-on-the-wall excerpts, but I just can’t stop myself. So here’s one more. Fortunately I’m [...] After sharing such tasty treats from the Salad Cookbook, Mike decided to peruse the Casseroles volume of the series. Before you run away screaming, I promise there’s no jello. Yes, There's a Whole Set Mike: Corned Beef Casseroles – PLURAL! *page flipping* ‘Shallow rectangular glass dishes are the backbone of casserole cookery.’ Me: Find me something really gross. Mike: [...] I drove all the way to North Carolina to bond with my dad and escape the cold yet here we sit surrounded by drifts of white, icky snow. Hoo-motherfucking-Ray. Both Born in the Sixties Our oldest brother Mike managed to land just before the snow hit. We spent the morning listening to him quote recipes from an [...] Maybe it’s just because my inner 13 year old is getting so much attention with all the New Moon talk (and because I’ve been listening to the audiobook all weekend), but I can’t stop thinking about the phrase “my entire life depends on it.” I don’t know how many times I squealed that as a tween. [...] NaBloPoMo I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m the teensy weensiest bit Type A. And yet, somehow I’m also incredibly good at unemployment. What can I tell you, Interwebz? I’m an enigma. The last time I enjoyed unemployment was fresh from my “downsizing” at Columbia Records. (That is a story that you won’t get out of [...] This is what happens when I skip dinner (because Rocco is working and I’m too lazy to cook for one) coupled with my consuming a mug of hot chocolate dosed heavily with Baileys. Sometimes it’s the silliest marketing initiatives that make me the happiest. Send your own [...] 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 [...] |
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