Tagged With: Family
The A-SUCK, folk songs, and girls with squeaky voices
My family and I went to the memorial service for free speech being held in Sproul Plaza today. I particularly enjoyed the participation of the ASUC. Now pay attention, Alanis, because this is ironic. The ASUC recently gave our own Holohan a cartload of grief over his campaign speech, yet today they were proudly blahing … Continue reading
Everyone and the Lad’s sister is doing it
I recently attended the Lad’s sister’s wedding. Watching Em and Geoff stand in front of everyone they love and speak their self-written vows made me realize that I can never, ever, in a million years be brave enough to display that much sincerity (i.e. any at all) in front of a gathering of my peers. … Continue reading
Dom DeLuise said it best.
Our sweet dog Roxie got cancer recently. She got sick very quickly and was in pain and not going to get better, so on Wednesday last week we did the hard thing. She was the best dog and we miss her. Roxie with Dad and the Moms
When I look down I just miss all the good stuff, when I look up I just trip over things
Sara rescues sea turtle eggs for a living. She doesn’t feed the hungry or give aid to adolescent prostitutes in Thailand. She just watches turtles lay eggs in places where the eggs will be harmed, then she digs the eggs up and moves them somewhere safer. Dig. Gather. Dig. Deposit. It’s no less good for … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Bob!
You taught me how to tie a shoe, drive on the freeway, make a pie crust, take a picture that includes everyone’s head, hang up a leather jacket, write a resume and get a free birthday hula dance. I love you. Happy birthday, Daddy. (For some reason I can’t find an electronic picture of you. … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Eydie!
You’re my role model in every way. I love you. Happy birthday, Mom.
Obligatory fall from grace post:
It goes a little something like this: – See the Baby in the sink. Scream. – Opt to make my pain into other people’s pleasure. Write blog about Baby in sink. – Throughout the rest of the day, insist on referring to turkey as the Baby. – Everyone else begins referring to it as the … Continue reading
Obligatory vegetarian post:
The turkey is huge, so huge that it looks like a small beheaded toddler in the sink. When I walked in I screamed “AAAAH! DAD, THE MOMS KILLED A BABY!” It’s got this little flap of wrinkled skin where its head used to be. “Ew, Moms,” I whispered, plucking (ha) at her sleeve, “it’s got … Continue reading
An obligatory holiday post:
Tomorrow, I am a cook. It is regrettable for a number of reasons. The reason it is regrettable is that I cannot cook really and the number of reasons it is regrettable is one. My most important job this year is that I have to beat on the turkey until it stops crying and plays … Continue reading
That’s why the lady is a…
Yesterday my mom and grandfather came by to drop off some stuff at my apartment and we made my grandfather wait with the illegally-parked car while we hauled things back and forth. When we finished, we came out to find him ogling a young blond Marilyn-type in a tight red dress and spike heels stalking … Continue reading