The Last Hurrah

We've been on a "last hurrah" for a few months now. Too much food, chocolate, sugar, and in Clive's case, booze.

Each weekend, as we lay/lie (?) on the sofa, finishing off that last scoop of Ben and Jerry's or that last drop of wine, we turn to each other and proclaim with as much vigor as we can muster, "This is the last hurrah! Next week, diet and exercise!"

As we were eating our way through Madison last week, dragging Mom and Paul down in to the calorie gutter with us, we frequently chanted the Proud Family battle cry. It's OK to have dessert at P.F. Chang's with Grandma and then go home and head straight over to Chocolate Shoppe for an ice cream cone, it's our LAST HURRAH! (sidebar confession: This was Kirstin alone who did this and enjoyed EVERY MINUTE OF IT!)

Here's to the last hurrah! May it hopefully be the last, at least for a while.

P.S. Lombardino's rocks!

Doggie Therapy

Hello from Wisconsin!

We're enjoying a working vacation here in Madison and fitting in a quick visit with Mom, Pauly and Jake. Jake had a little doggie torn ACL earlier this spring and after two knee surgeries has recovered nicely. But he still has to do a bit of physical therapy which was a site to see.

All of this taking place under the bribery of beef jerky treats of course!

First, balance on the newly repaired knee to rebuild strength...


Now, the powerdisc for some core work and again to hit that bum leg...


All done! Any more jerky treats left?

The General Leemo

Aaahhh Daytona! You never cease to amaze.

The other day we were making another of our frequent trips to Home Depot and to our amazement The General Leemo went cruising by. Missing a hubcap and a little worse for the wear, but alive and well and available for rental.

Of course I'd want a full uv light screen and detox with bleach before I'm going for a ride but then... Get out the Aqua Net and them daisy dukes, girls! It's girls' night in Daytona!

In Case You Were Wondering

These...


are not as good as these.

Conversation at the Sink

Recently Clive finished fixing the leaky faucet and I was cleaning up the drips and wiping off the counter top. There was this tiny scrap of plastic that looked like trash so I swept it off the counter and into the trash. Clive stopped me and said that was the “hot/cold” indicator for the front of the faucet. This item was really beat up from being removed repeatedly and honestly looked like garbage.

K: Do we need this?

C: How will I know which is hot and which is cold?

Insert pregnant pause while K tries to determine if C is actually asking a serious question or is just messing with her.

K: Well, the cold is always on the right.

C: WHAT?! Is that true? (Pause while this information is filed into “Clive’s World” for future reference. Not being related to computers or music, this information was not previously considered important or necessary.)

C: Good tip!

Ormond Beach Snapshot

I’m driving to the library the other day behind an older model white pickup truck. On the back of the trucks gate is a crudely hand-lettered cardboard sign that is duct-taped on. The sign reads, “The older I get, the better I used to be.”

What’s the thought process you go through when you take the effort to hand-letter this sign, attach it to your car, then proceed to drive around your own neighborhood? What message are you trying to convey? “I’m not aging well and by god, I’m letting the world know!”