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Whenever I make tuna salad, I think of my brother-in-law Wayne when he was wooing my sister. He’d come over on Saturdays after Debby and I did our housework. I’d make a pest of myself while they sat in the living room and listened to records and tried to talk and flirt. Most Saturdays, my mother would make sandwiches for our lunch, often tuna salad.
It wasn’t until after they were married that Wayne finally confessed that he hated tuna salad.
Jon Stewart, how I must love you. In spite of this headache and its gift of aura (a word that sounds better than the reality: flashing lights that impair vision and leave a person nauseated and disoriented), and even though my limited Internet time over the past few days has been devoted to watching The Office (and season five just ended on a high note, making me long to start season six!), I watched your “Rally to Restore Sanity” on a live feed.
Plenty of high points: witty/funny homemade signs and T-shirts in the crowd, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar–who, by the way, is also a chronic migraine sufferer–dwarfing everyone else on stage (literally a high point!), a guest appearance by R2-D2, good music, sartorial satirist Stephen Colbert, and the sane keynote address from Jon himself. Probably the sound bite most people will hear from his speech: When we amplify everything, we hear nothing.
Indeed.
Sort of related: To show that I also have a sense of humor about myself, and maybe to give Marika a chance to show that WE CAN ALL BE CIVIL NO MATTER WHAT*, I decided to post this autographed photo I stumbled across last night when I was looking for something else.
I wonder why Jon Stewart didn’t get Winger to perform at “The Rally to Restore Sanity?”
*Nephews: This also applies to you if you see this on Facebook.
It stuns me that we ever had leftover biscuits when I was growing up, since my mother’s biscuits were so good. I didn’t eat them, so maybe that’s why. My mother used to freeze the leftovers and when there were enough, she’d make chocolate bread pudding with them. That I liked.
When I knew my brother was planning to visit, I started hoarding and saving leftover biscuits because I intended to surprise him with chocolate bread pudding. I even found a recipe online that seemed very similar to my mother’s.
Only I forgot about the Ziplock bag in the freezer while David was here. Sorry. I made it tonight for Tom and Tim. Must have tasted okay, because this is what the 8×8 dish looked like when I took my migraine to bed early:
The recipe is here, if you’re interested.
Current Photo Friday theme: Architecture
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Houston, Texas
Happy fourth anniversary to The Brides.
Of course, no memories of that day would be complete without The Wedding Bitch:
And THE GIFT TABLE!
Wishing you many more years of love and celebrations.
Good morning, starshine! You know someone with a hippie soul like mine would note that on this date in 1967, the musical Hair premiered off-Broadway and was the dawning of the age of endless ear-worms.
David has hit the road again on his Cross Country Dog in a Box Tour. I was able to get a fairly decent shot of Friday’s goodbye:
It was a great visit that I enjoyed so much. I still wish Debby could have been here, too. Next time, maybe.
Saturday is John Lennon’s birthday, which has me thinking of my late friend Riley. I wish he could see the Google Doodle video.
My brother has stopped in Houston on his cross-country road trip and was just telling me a story about the late Bailey, pictured at left in 2008. One year David and Bailey were hiking with a group in the mountains outside Bozeman, Montana, when the guide explained that it was huckleberry season. She told them to be on the lookout for this tasty fruit, and indeed, now and then they’d come upon a bush with a few scattered berries on it, not really enough to sate anyone’s appetite. (Maybe the grizzlies had gotten there first?)
Finally my brother looked up the slope and saw Bailey pulling and dragging at some kind of bush. When he went up to check it out, Bailey was “shopping” from a bush containing hundreds of huckleberries. Smart dog: The guide dubbed him Huckleberry Hound. I guess Bailey thought he was in the Hanna-Barbera family, considering how his human dad was dressed one long ago Halloween:
Far right, a generic version of Quick Draw McGraw.
Also on that trip, the group decided to go tubing down the Madison River. Because the river is fed from within the geyser basins of Yellowstone, the water is warm. It was my brother’s idea that while they tubed, Bailey could run alongside them on the bank. But once they set off, Bailey, of the Schipperke water-traveling breed, plunged into the river and swam to my brother, who then had to complete the trip with a wet dog sitting on him.
Bailey still travels with David. Right now he’s hanging out with the first dogs of The Compound, Pete and Stevie. I guess some people might think my family is a little strange, but I think we have a sense of humor and perspective about bonds of love that are never really broken.
Originally posted by neo_prodigy at Spirit Day and reposted by mary919 and jeffpalmatier.
It’s been decided. On October 20, 2010, please wear purple in honor of the six gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes or at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors, and schools.
RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh
RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase
RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas
REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity, and peace.
Love her or hate her, after thirty-four years, today we say goodbye to “Cathy” from Cathy Guisewite’s comic strip.
It’s become fashionable to mock “Cathy,” but hers was the first female-centered comic strip as women began their shift to the workplace during the women’s movement. She wasn’t a super hero, or an orphaned child, or a kindly old busybody who solved problems, just an Every Girl facing the same problems and challenges that her many readers grappled with.
Goodbye, Cathy–and congratulations–I hear you and Irving are expecting a girl!