June 20, 2006
When I was a kid, it used to bother me when people at wakes would say, “She looks so peaceful!” or “He looks just like he’s sleeping!” I used to look at the people in the casket and think to myself, “Nope. Just looks dead.”
June 19, 2006
What to wear to a funeral?
June 19, 2006
Monday. The start of another work week. Which is normally fine, but this week sorta sucks.
June 19, 2006
Today is Father’s Day, and I’m one of those incredibly lucky people to be surrounded by fantastic fathers. The fathers in my life defy the odds of how many cool fathers can exist in one person’s sphere. I can’t speak highly enough of them, so I’ll just try to pick out a few things that make each one special to me.
June 18, 2006
Today was a much better day than yesterday.
June 17, 2006
Today my grandmother died. One of my six grandmothers. Grandma G, Daddy’s mother, passed away this afternoon. Daddy = Fred for those of you who are trying to keep track of my family tree. I didn’t get to see Grandma G very much, but I always knew she was there, and that she loved me unconditionally. She accepted me as Daddy accepted me, as one of her own even though she didn’t meet me until I was around three or four. She’s been in my life as long as I can remember, and she loved me and I loved her, and in my book that makes her my grandma.
June 16, 2006
Ahhh. Lunch on Friday. Good in so many ways. First of all, lunch on Friday means that ther
e are only a few hours left for this work week. Second, today’s lunch consists of 99% fat free Chef Boyardee ravioli in a can. Yep. I’m embarrassed to admit that I love it. It’s sorta like my crush on Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day…I can’t explain it, so I just go with it. It is what it is. Although I think the Billie Joe thing has something to do with his eyeliner, because when I was growing up I totally had a thing for the boys of Duran Duran, and they wore eyeliner too. Plus, he’s a punker, and that’s just cool.
June 16, 2006
This afternoon I got a facial. The first facial I’ve had in years. I vaguely remembered how wonderful they were, but holy cow, it was great. I highly recommend it. My skin is so soft it feels like butta.
June 15, 2006
Junk mail is one of the largest wastes on our planet, I think. It wastes ink and paper. It wastes money on postage. It wastes mail carrier time to sort and deliver it. It costs more gas to haul it around while delivering it. It uses electricity when I have to shred the parts with our name and address on it. It wastes my time to stand at the shredder either every day for a minute or two, or once a week for 10 minutes. I despise junk mail.
June 15, 2006
Remember how in a previous post I referenced it being a pain in the patootie to dump images from the Nikonette to the Mac? Well, apparently, it’s more of a pain than I even realized, because I dumped tonight and found photographs from the first game at the new Busch Stadium and Easter, along with several more recent ones. Hunh. Guess I should do that more often.