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The Pooch

“Still putzing around at home … ah vacation, how I love ye. Here’s the pooch, I am probably annoying her while you are reading this. Ain’t she a peach?”

I had written that on Wednesday night – trying to do some blog posts in advance before heading home. Unfortunately Thursday I got a text from my mom saying the dog had passed away. Friday my brother, sister, mom, dad and I ‘toasted’ to the dog while sharing a few favorite stories. I’ll probably write some of those later.

But for now I’ll say goodbye to the little pooch. She was about 17 years old so it was no shock, and definitely her time to go. The last few times I came home I had a mix of happiness and sadness in seeing her – sad because of how old she’d clearly gotten to be.

On a high note for her – about a month or two before she died she managed to catch a bird! (The bird had flown into a window and knocked itself unconscious.) Because of that I’ll say that she went out on a high note.

HOME!!

Well friends, around the same time you’re reading this I may be re-creating this battle royale that my brother and I had back in the summer of 2003. We were already a bit past the age associated with blow-up floatie animals for the pool – but that didn’t stop us from starting at either end of the pool toward each other, trying to knock the other person off their beast!

I named my killer whale (or dolphin??) Spud, I don’t remember Timbo’s animal’s name.

Based on the picture I’m guessing Tim won this round. Generally it was dumb luck if we managed to stay on those animals for more than 5 seconds.

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My Trip to Bahston

Well, I’m returned from my trip to Boston! I got to hang out with Theresa and Katie, and with Theresa’s friend T.

The trip was full of good times, and a fantastic joke that emerged from it.

Unfortunately the trip ended on a low note for me, which I’m only going to share because of something I found funny about it. Monday night I got sick from some food I ate and ended up throwing up quite a bit. When I told the gf-unit about it, one of her first questions was: “have you ever thrown up so hard stuff came out your nose?”

What a gal.

I’m curious at what point she’ll be calling me and casually saying, “so, I read your latest blog post.”

Katie, Theresa and I were walking around Harvard and saw a guy selling a bunch of books on the street. Nerds that we are, we were looking at them.
Then – I found THIS gem.

Katie and I tried to out-nice each other. I said, “this would make a great gag gift for my sister.” (Or myself.) Katie said it would be a great gag gift for X (a family member she thinks resembles Selleck, if I remember correctly). I said take it. She said no you take it. Eventually she won. I won him.
Yikes?

(Yes, I’m reading a Roald Dahl book. The Twits.) Credit goes to Katie for kicking off the Selleck-fest.

Soon, we were out of control! Selleck, the grad.

Selleck, he takes out the trash.

You can’t help but get … caught up … in Selleck.

This one was Katie’s idea and this picture cracks me up.

Theresa and Selleck in some sort of Harvard-version of Romeo & Juliet? I could see it.

The next day we three Selleck-fiends headed to Rockport, then Gloucester. Pronounced “GLOUSTA!” according to the train-employees.

Selleck don’t listen to nobody.

“Bitch, please.” – Tom Selleck

You need accommodations? Selleck can be very accommodating.

Well, that’s all for now. I’ll leave you with one final, happy image. Bedroom eyes.