I miss my dad, I know that is not a surprise for anyone who has been around me of late. Today it is particularly hard, today he would have been his 69th birthday. My dad hated his birthday, he hated getting older, and he really hated us reminding him of it. On his 40th birthday the neighbor lady helped me make him a blackberry cobbler and I made a big sign and put it up over the door so everyone would know it was his special day. I waited impatiently to surprise him with dinner and cobbler. He drove up in his big tool truck and got out looking up at the sign. I saw the look on his face and knew I had made a terrible mistake. The extra large 40, mortified him. I saw him swallow his humiliation and eat my horrid dinner followed by the cobbler, my only success that night. I never made birthday signs or cobbler again.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Lately, I have not been up to blogging. I could rant about the injustices and cruelty of the world, blah, blah, blah. But I don't even want to listen to that so instead I want to talk about my flamingos. Cause I have a lot of them.
I especially like my skeleton flamingos, so much so, I have two pairs of these ghastly babies. I look at them and think, black is the new pink. My only complaint about the skeleton flamingos is that they don' t glow in the dark. Darnnit!
This large lovely is one of my newest flamingos, I call him Triplett, after my three friends that gave him to me. Triplett rode around in the back of car for over a month just because it made me smile. So today rather than moan about the bad stuff in my life I am going to look at my flock of pink flamingos and hope for days when I am more in the pink. Pink is the new black.