Random findings

Sometimes, I find the strangest things when I return home...

Like this skirt from the 10th grade. I found it in a drawer this weekend. It's so funny, that I had to tribute a full on Sting jump for it.

Mom is the bomb.com

While mom was in town last weekend, we visited Hancock Fabric's. She has an interest in sewing and wanted to attempt a suit for me. We chose fabrics and looked at patterns. When I went home this weekend, she had already made a suit! Wow, I knew you were talented, Mom, but I had no idea you were "sew" genius. You rock! Thank you for making this awesome suit for me.

Hot Tamale!

This weekend was my sister's birthday! So, in celebration of her 32nd we made tamales. They were soooo good. Watch out Tony, that's not chile powder bringing on the heat–You've got some serious competition. But, don't sweat it, we're pretty small staffed...Tiempo De la Cena!

Signs Abound

It's hard to believe it, but after 27 years in the real estate and appraisal business, my father is retiring. And, after a trip home this weekend, I've witnessed the evidence and have come to believe him this time. Yes, there's the Sedona inspired fringe he's recently added to his Vespa, the retro camper he finally got for mom. And while looking for some jewelry to go with my dress Sunday, I spotted an ear ring, yep, that's right, not a two-pack, left and right, or sparkling dangley pair, no way. Just one single, tiny little silver square. Go ahead Dad, get that ear "peered",(btw dad: I think it goes in the left). You can nolonger say that it doesn't go well with a suit. I look forward to seeing you and mom experience all those things you've been talking about since Courtney and I were children. If you need help remembering, I'm sure we can help. God only knows how many times you mentioned them at the dinner table. All the wonderful things you would do if you didn't work, could roll off my tongue like the Lord's Prayer, or rattle out like the Pledge of Allegence. So, here's to it, cowboy and dame, with my hand on my heart...I wish you the time of your lives! And, yes, you can park your camper in my driveway, so long as the neighborhood association's cool with it.

Signs of Retirement