I'm so proud of my dad. Today was Sue's retirement ceremony. It was wonderful to meet so many people who admire him as I do. And to see him honored many, many times as he deserves. Because he is immensely modest and talks little of himself, I was happy to hear so many people (including the admiral!) praise his accomplishments and managerial successes over the last 36 years. It was truly moving, and I know that I will remember this day, and how proud and happy I am for him, always.
Leave it to my mom to swoop in and convince me to change my mind two hours before I vote. And I was beginning to tout myself as a woman of strong convictions. Right.
But that's not what this entry is about.
Have you ever read anything by David Sedaris? I first read one of his books last year, and now I'm reading another. Gosh, he's funny. This semester is really stressful, but I read a chapter of Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim every night before I go to sleep and laugh so hard that all my troubles just magically melt away. (Not really). His writing style is so witty and sarcastic--love it!!! So SMART and for lack of a better word, real. Gotta lend it to Sue. Right up his alley.
Last night was glorious. Pug got drunk and did Spanish karaoke at a Peruvian restaurant. Well, okay fine, he didn't sing in Spanish (because he can't), because the guy had some songs available in English. We were the only native English speakers in the place. Pug got up there and gave a less then mediocre rendition of Love Shack, which he coupled with some equally abysmal dancing for our visual (dis)pleasure. Part of me thought, oh lord, make this song end now, right now. And the other part wanted the hilarity to last forever. Our waitress was beside herself laughing. To complete the picture, the CD was scratched, so it kept skipping and making all of these ear piercing squeaks and shrieks periodically throughout the song. Pug didn't even notice. Nor did he notice that although he was singing the right words, he was singing them at the wrong time and in the wrong key. It was grand.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
with him beside me, no matter which way i turn, i face the sun
What happened to all the pictures on my blog from 2007? All gone? Strange.
Here is my tip of the day: If you're driving behind an 18-wheeler (that keeps changing lanes) with a sign on the back that says, "How's my driving?" but the telephone number beneath has been carefully scratched off, move! Clearly someone has had one too many complaints concerning his/her driving ability and needed to solve that problem fast.
Not that I have room to talk. I've had an interesting accident record. 1) Reversing into the side of a one-way bridge, 2) watching in horror as a wheelbarrow flies through the air and bounces off my hood, 3) slamming into one of those orange and white road block barrels that fell into the highway in the snow, 4) getting rear-ended by a kid whose scary father then called me using as many intimidation tactics as he could conjure. Technically, only one of those accidents was my fault. Still, wasn't taking my chances with that truck today--I like my head shaped the way it is now, thank you very much.
Who to vote for in the primaries next month? Gosh, I'm so torn at the moment. Been giving it lots of thought. If you want to try to convince me why one of the candidates is the best thing since marshmallow peeps, that would be fine with me.
So I'm wading through all my emails from work--I actually LIKE having a pile of messages waiting for me--strange, I know--anyway, I'm going through and I get this one of one my supervisors at work, that starts out all business, yadda yadda, and then ends, "You're totally on the beach right now. You schmuck." A lotta nerve. And so true.
Anywho, here are some pics from our trip. We had a blast! But commuting to DC in freezing weather jerked me right back into reality. Sad.