Thursday, April 29, 2010

Happy Birthday Grandma!

What do you get for someone who's turning 90? Yes, NINETY.
Answer = nothing.

And so Boy2, the Husba3000(TM) and I are getting on a plane tomorrow to fly back to NY for my Grandma's birthday. I think that's a pretty awesome present. I can't wait to see her - she just got out of the hospital yesterday where she was being treated for pneumonia, so we're pretty happy that she's doing better.

It's also my nephew's 5th birthday (wow!) and they're having a bowling party where my friends and I used to be in a league as a kid... how much fun is that? Of course, the Husba and I will be decked out in our finest bowling duds - we *do* live in Milwaukee, you know. I'm lucky enough to have acquired one of my Grandpa's bowling shirts - purely by accident - when I asked for their 1950s aluminum Christmas tree as a teenager. Sure enough, there was an old bowling shirt stuffed inside the box (go figure, right?) and when I asked if I could keep it... my Grandfather couldn't "...understand why on earth I'd want something like that...".

...'Cuz it's cool, gramps. 'Cuz it's cool.

To this day, it's one of my favorite shirts - I even ran into someone who recognized his name and the Fire Department maltese cross on the shirt when I was on a "corporate team building trip" in California. Funny. (talking to the person... not the team building exercise.)

Should be a good trip. I am, however, printing out the new DOT airline "tarmac delay" rules that went into effect today.

Just in case. :-)

Tempus Fugit

Whew! No posts since December? What's up with that?!?

Let's just say things have been a little crazy the past few months and we'll move on... our family is currently in the midst of a kitchen remodel and I spent all of last weekend (alone, mind you) busting out a truckload of spackle, wood putty and a whopping 4 coats of paint/primer on every conceivable surface in the place. Looks really nice, though... however, the contents of our entire kitchen are now in the living room - microwave, toaster oven, shelves, plants, EVERYTHING. We've been reduced to eating in the den (not good) and all the "training" I did to keep people from eating in there is unraveling as we speak.

I should rephrase the term "remodel". This is essentially a lipstick job so I can have a kitchen that functions and doesn't have cabinets falling off the wall (and so we can actually SELL the house). Our contractor is building us some custom open shelving and I'm hoping it will make the tiny kitchen feel more open. We're going for a simple white-beadboard-chunky-craftsman-bracket-shelving-1920s-look. Trust me, I'll take some before/after photos because I know that description makes little sense.

I can't wait to get my pans out from behind the sofa...