Fish Tacos - what's your favorite condiment?

Let me know after watching.

Funerals are family reunions

Yeah, I know, everyone knows that. But it's especially true for my family. I have about 9 first cousins and never see them. So, going through the receiving line at the wake, 'how are you' to me was replied with 'I'm getting divorced and just bought a house' and then waited to see which one they'd respond to more and how they'd respond. One cousin looks at me, say, well, how many marriages that have lasted a long time do you know are happy?. Then she proceeds to tell me she's been married for 24 years this year. Wonder if she noted the connection?

The best part was seeing a couple of the old old relatives. My dad's uncle Peter is a year older than he was, and he and his wife (married for 58 years, and looking happy btw) told some stories about growing up with my dad and my uncle. So that was nice. I remembered the story of my dad randomly meeting him on a street in Germany during the war and noted that to Uncle Peter - and he says 'that's about the closest I ever got to combat during the war' (my dad had surprised him). Another Uncle Peter I haven't seen in a long time was there. I remember giving him shit and him giving me shit - he always has a grumpy face but he's a great guy and does joke around, so I was trying to make him smile. When he and his wife were leaving my brother tried to give him his wife's cane to make him use it, so he shook my brother's hand and almost had him to his knees with his grip - in a friendly 'I still got the goods so don't mess with me' sort of way. Which I"m sure was great for his ego.

Oh, after the wake the 9 of us (my immediate family) got pizza at Crusty's across from the funeral home and brought it to the hotel. I was in charge of getting it. We asked a random guy going in if it was good pizza, and he said the best in RI. Went in and saw it's run by two older Italian men. Ordering the pizza the bald one brought a pizza to a teenage girl who he obviously knew - she asked for plates and he joked with her and handed her one at a time. So, when I came back 20 minutes later to pick up the pizzas, and asked for plates, he looked at me wondering if I was serious. I said I really needed them, so he pulls out the stack and wants to start the routine of one at a time. So I grabbed the whole stack out of his hand, and he immediately picked up the pizza boxes and walked to the back of the kitchen. So then there was a truce and I got plates and my pizza. Hard to explain the interaction, but it was fun and reminded me of my dad. And it was very good pizza - Crusty's in Warwick, RI. A bit salty, but good.

BTW, I cannot say Warwick with the 'r'. I say it like Waw - wick. Same with Warsaw. That's how you know I'm from RI.

There's drama and sadness also, but I don't feel like writing about it. Hope all are well.

I'm a woman

I feel kinda bad, so I shop. Except I'm a modern woman, so I shop on ebay. I had seen these yesterday, and wanted them. So I bought them today. It's not so frivolous, because I have had this style for years (Smith Slider 01) but the frames disintegrated finally, and I still have replacement lenses, so it's technically a need rather than want. Right?
And they are PINK!

Rest in Peace

My uncle died yesterday. I think he was ready to go for a while, but it's still sad. You can see he's related to my dad - interesting he died on my dad's birthday. I'll be flying up to RI tomorrow for the wake. I'll get back to blogging perhaps Thursday, unless I find something short for Twittering Tuesday.

The cat ate my doughnut

I bought doughnuts for my workers on Saturday and had some leftover. I was all excited because I had a plain donut and was going to toast it and do the butter thing. I wake up this morning to find most of it gone and crumbs lying around. Damn cat! Next thing you know it's going to carry a badge and a holster.

My friends rock. Here's the list of accomplishments from this weekend.
- all rugs up and out
- smoke detectors up
- washer and dryer picked up
- bathroom sliding glass door taken off
- 2 doorways widened
- 1 doorway and some wall torn down
- 1 cabinet torn out (with sink)
- 1/2 of fence torn out
- 2 locks re-keyed

I had 6 people with me Saturday and 1 person Sunday. And while that is a TON of work, I am much more realistic about what can and cannot be done in a certain amount of time. As someone said, it's a work in progress and I need to enjoy the journey. And keep my day job so I can rest.

And since everyone loves muppets, here's the Swedish chef making donuts.

saturday hunt - local

Well, still no access to camera, and this time I have to do an audio hunt submission. When I saw the word was local, the first thing that came to mind was: "brown eggs are local eggs and local eggs are fresh" It was an advertising campaign in the 80's in Massachusetts.

Here's the NPR story on brown eggs vs white eggs that will have the ad.

Here's a blurb from Megnut:
From NPR's "All Things Considered," White Eggs, Brown Eggs: What's the Difference? Anyone who grew up in Massachusetts in the eighties can tell you, without having to even listen to the audio: "Brown eggs are local eggs, and local eggs are fresh!" At least, that's what the TV was always telling me. And it sure stuck, I always buy brown eggs. I only buy white eggs if that's all they sell, and I do so begrudgingly.

paranoia may destroy you

So, if these are the signs for women for heart attacks how can you tell if it's not major depression or life events (like buying a house) that are impacting you? IE, if I have little twinges in my chest, (left side, not center of the chest), should I go to the doctor? Oh, and my father, grandfather, first cousin all died of heart attacks.

Heather, I blame this paranoia on you. Making me think about heart attacks and death. I wrote to my doctor friend and asked. We'll see.

OK, my psychiatrist called back and her diagnosis is simple anxiety. I'll stop worrying and get a full physical soon.