I decided to enhance this blog with funny stories about the source of the various cute hats for 2011. This is one from the Jeanne Fraley collection that somehow ended up with me after she died about 6 years ago. Aunt Jeanne was Chris’s mom’s sister and one of the most fun people around, the O’Donnell version of Aunt Mary.
Once, when Chris was a child, he went with him Mom up to Aunt Jeanne’s house in the Heights to pick up a cake she had made for Chris’s mom to take to some event. When they arrived, Jeanne wasn’t there, but on the kitchen counter there was a mangled, unrecognizable blob. As they looked closer, they saw a toothpick sticking out of the top with a note attached: “I forgot to grease the pan.”
That was Aunt Jeanne!
2011 – The Year of the Hat.
By popular demand, I have re-started Shooting the Shiv. Well, maybe not popular demand, but my friend Kathy asked about it, and she’s both popular and demanding…
So here goes, for 2011!
I have a bin of cute hats I have accumulated over the years and after a few broad hints around Christmas time, I acquired a few more, like this number from Brenda. So if it’s under 32 degrees, a hat I will don.
Please plan to offer your commentary!
Someone on Facebook referred to me as Olive Oyl in this one. Who knows…
What’s a road trip without a camp song?
Back in the sixties I learned the term Shiv can refer to a knife. Later in life my second email addy was SharpShiv@aol.com. Shooting the Shiv was the new clever Shivism and now as I was preparing to post to my blog from my phone, I was reflecting on the double edge nature of technology. I will say, life was easier when I used my phone to make phone calls. However it wasn’t as much fun. And for all the over communication I get now with email text and phone, I love the instant access to anything. I don’t know how grateful Chris is though.
Can’t believe it! We are completely in! House in Dallas completely cleaned out, ready for a new family! Not that there is one defined… Know anyone who wants to have lots of fun, splash in the pool, walk, jog, go out to eat, hang out with great neighbors, etc.? Great price. Email for info…Of all times to move away from a house with a pool though! Holy camoley, it’s been ridiculously hot. Got my chemistry assignment done, and extra credit quiz submitted, and One Laugh at Least performed on a church alter. All in all, a typical weekend for the O’Ds..
Let the games begin!
I’d say we’re officially about halfway here, even thought I thought were were before. Seems like we are having a loaves and fishes kind of experience. Even though we’ve packed up who-knows-how-many boxes, it seems Fox Hollow is still full of stuff. Today when we thought we finally finished with the kitchen, we discovered the dishwasher was full.
However, you will be happy to know, Evan got Rock Band hooked up at the new place, so I think we’ve turned the corner. It works, COD treated Pikachu and me to a round of Green Day and Aerosmith. Microphone is evidence of the set up. Yes, that’s Raquel Welch in the background on the Tony’s. (We’re switching between that and the Boston Victory)
Slowly but surely…Unpack two more cartons and off to bed, then a busy week at NEPA’s best fitness center!
Shivaun demonstrates proper boom-box behavior
The question is how many feet can you walk before seeing a boom box in our new place. The answer is 6 feet. How many boom boxes you ask? At last count 8. How do 3 people end up with 8 boom boxes? Especially when I brought two others to work for, one that’s in the Yoga room and one to use in the pool pump room. Good thing, or we’d have 10.
So what do you do when you have 8 boom boxes? You rock out! This is me demonstrating. And Yes, the place is a mess. We haven’t really moved in yet, although we have brought many car and Mariner loads of stuff down, most importantly our bed, the cat and the computer. We are sleeping here with daily trips to the old place.
Hopefully the next picture will be our new roommate rocking out.
I think this picture makes me look fat. I told Chris that and he said “You’re mentally ill,” which is man-speak for “I love you even if you are fat.” In fact I’m not really fat, still in my goal size from last years 15 pounds lost!
How did I get onto that?
And by the way…I totally love it here.