Driver Eight

Death becomes him

While checking out the blogs I like to check out I came across a very, very interesting post.  I read it, passed over it and just as I clicked the link to my next featured blog it hit me.  I now know what to do with Shitty Kitty…read here if you dare.  Shout out to blahblahblah for the great idea…

For some strange reason this also made me recall one of the sub-plots in St. Elmo’s Fire in which Jules Jacoby (played by Demi Moore) concocted different ways to dispose of her step-monster.  One of which, I believe, was a pet cemetery funeral.  Ring a bell for anyone else?

Mom: you may not want to read this one given your knack to easily take offense to some of my topics of choice.

By the way…its a joke people.  Even though less than 1 week after we had our carpets and furniture professionally cleaned, SK puked on the rug.  Bastard.

The P’s

For lack of a better subject I offer you the P’s:

Potty Training: Not going so well….7 pairs of underpants in 3 hours and Sophie could have cared less if she were wet.

Pissed:Coincidentally nothing to do with potty training.  I took a risk enrolling Sophie in pre-school even though she wasn’t potty trained.  See the school requires them to be but she only goes for 2 hours 2 days a week.  I figured what could happen in 2 hours?  Plus my neighbor, who has sent her 2 girls through this program, said you can pretty much just put a pull-up on her with underwear over.  Well we got busted last week for wearing a pull-up and she can’t come back unless she is potty trained.  Serves me right for trying to cheat.

Painful: Dealing with the insurance company who won’t pay a claim to my new OB and no one can seem to tell me why.

Panic:  That we won’t have things in order in the house by the time Henry comes home.  Ed is really busy at work and I’m useless with tools.

Patience:  Something I seem to be in short supply of these days…with the exception of hearing about Henry’s travel date.  I think because we have so much to do around the house, I’m not thinking about it much at all.  Amazing really since I was jumping out of my skin just waiting for his referral.

Party:  I’ve started planning Sophie’s 3rd birthday party.  Looks like we’re in for a Mexican fiesta complete with taco bar and margaritas.  Yum!

Pedicure:  Now that we’re headed into the full swing of Fall its time to remove the polish and give the old summer toes their winter break.  So long summer…

Perplexed:  By my neighbor….and why they decided to trim the bushes that line their entire back yard, including our side yard, and leave the clippings on the ground.

Plan:  I really need to come up with an eating and exercise plan that I can stick to.  Seriously, I’m about 15 lbs overweight – I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been without being pregnant. 

Program:  Seriously this new fall TV lineup is killing me.  Too many shows to TiVo and watch in any reasonable time frame.  What is a girl to do?

Pre-menstrual:  Yeah, that too….

The Day the Earth Stood Still

Six years ago today  Ed and I had gone to see Blue Man Group, a present for my birthday, followed by a trip to the always fab Chicago Oven and Pizza Grinder for dinner.  We had just walked in the door and the phone rang.  It was my sister Sara.  She told me they were gone.  She told me that they died.  In a plane crash.  That day.  Both of them.  Gone.  That Grandma was there with Kathy waiting for them to come back from the flight to meet them for lunch.   But they didn’t make it back.  Uncle Dick’s car was there – my Grandma saw it in the parking lot.  But they were gone.  They weren’t coming back.

Two seasoned commerical and military airline pilots lost their lives six years ago today.  They were fathers, brothers, sons, grandfathers, uncles, friends.  I will always remember what my cousin Mary said at their memorial service to Sara, Amanda and I.  She said she was sorry for our loss.  She had lost her father and an uncle but she took a moment to recognize our grief for losing two uncles. 

On the back of their memorial card, pictured below, is a saying that reads, “In life they had to earn their wings to fly.  In death, they’ve been given silver wings to soar higher than ever before.” 

Melvin Charles Brent and Richard Melvin Brent, Sr.  we miss you dearly and think of you often.  You’ve both come to my in my dreams and let me know you’re both ok.  You’re welcome there any time….