MackinFest 2012

Well......Mom got the ball rolling on her much-desired family reunion. I just hope that it actually comes to fruition. We can do this, right? We can DO THIS. (I just won't get anything else done in the meantime....)

Hey SugarBear - real cute Quiz. Real. And to Kimbodini - way to BLOG, virgin! I am so proud of you. By the way, why isn't Bryan on our Blog? Or am I just reading it wrong?

Max is home sick today, but guess what? It's allergies. (fake-ergies is more like it.)

Sorry so boring.

Kelbrah

Which Member of Our Family Are You

Which Member of Our Family Are You » Quiz School

My Role in a Flavor

She hands me the plastic cone topped high with every scoop that came in the box. A smorgasbord of imaginary ice cream flavors steadily teetering on top of the oh-so-real-I-actually-want-to-eat-it cone.

"Do you love your ice cream, Mommy?" she asks. Her cheeks are so pink and chubby. The smile on her face so bright it burns in my chest and I actually see the day she leaves me flash before my eyes.

"I do. Ice cream is my favorite."

"Me too. What is your favorite flavor?" she asks. I can tell by the inflection that there is one she wants me to pick. What is your FAVORITE flavor?

"Remind me what the flavors are."

"Oh, oh-kay. Okay mom." She stares hard at the rainbow tower of goodness and I witness her brilliant mind at work. "Vanilla, green bean, blueberry, co-pilot, chocolate, banana, oranges and cherry." She stands with hands on hips, her hair a wild mess of curls around an angelic face, those dancing eyes.

"What was that pink flavor again?"

"Co-pilot." flabbergasted to have to repeat it.

"Right. What does that one taste like?"

"Uuum, you know...Its like it tastes like co-pilot and its really yummy. Its like co-pilot." Duh, how dumb can my mom be?

"I think that is the one I love the most."

"I knew you would pick that one. I made that one just for you."

She turns to her 1950's pink kitchen set. I can see now that the back of her apron is tucked into her underwear. She begins to fry some bacon while carefully checking that the cookies are not burning in the oven. She is humming Jingle Bells, despite the fact that it is August. Without turning around she says, "Mommy, you cannot have any treats tomorrow because ice cream is a special treat today. We have to eat healthy tomorrow."

Virgin Blogger

I know that all my sisters think I was the least likely to ever look at or contribute to the blog however I happened to read your blogs and couldn't resist......

I really have just one thing to say, it is so ironic to me that at a time when we all four actually have a lot in common and really need each other as friends that we are so far apart. (figuratively and literally) Sad really. I miss all my sisters. xoxxo-KiKi

I have no poem today-baby steps.

broad trip

Today, our brothers are starting their road trip to Notre Dame.  Tommy said that it may end up being their "brother tatoo trip."  I had this weird dream last night that I was their tatoo artist and they were at my parlor arguing over whether they should put a heart with a "Mother" banner across it on their upper arm or a picture of Bryan's g.f. on their thigh.  I believe the argument Bryan had was that he didn't want his g.f. to be jealous of mom and Tommy's argument was that the "Mom" tat would impress the parents at his school where he is a principal.  

In the dream I kept reminding them that I was burning the casserole I was making at home and really needed to get the show on the road.  

In the end, they decided that getting a tatoo together on a once in a life time trip with your sibling was way too cliche and instead came to my house for casserole...being that they were so tired of the roadside fast food song and dance.  

Two years ago me and my four sisters got matching tats in Cabo together.  To the people like my bother-in-law, and the few g.f.s I have that say it was cliche and lame, I just hope that they get over their jealousy and get to do that with fun people someday... cuz it ruled.  And I really hope B and Tommy get one this week.  But I also hope its not a pic of Bryan's g.f. on their inner thighs.  

MY POEM

Roses are Red
Violets are Purple

So stop saying they're Blue, dummies.

May 19, 2009

Hi family. So...how's everybody? What about May? It's just so busy. Like December, only no presents for KellBell. Remember when Aunt Honey kept sending us recipes? That was fun. And then all of a sudden, the magic was gone. What did we do to f- it up this time? I'm trying to write Tiki Bear's poem for the 1st birthday. I need to be with her and get some inspiration! I went to the Zoo today with the 1st graders of Lakeside Elementary - sweet. Max is cute. Fresh, but cute. So I signed a contract today for a grown-up job. It feels good to do something adult with my brain. This is so boring. What is wrong with me? It's because I started working out! I should stop. It's making me tired and boring. Too bad dogs have such bad breath. Ugh. So gross. I need to sign Noah up for driver's ed! What? He was just born! And Bailey is going to high school!? When did all of this happen? David leaves tomorrow for Peru with his friends from college. I should have a party while he's gone - trash the place! How about Memorial Day? See you then, bloggers.