This is a little late, but I really wanted to post some pictures from when Mom and Dad were here. I didn’t take much and again most of them were of Ferris, but still, . . . here they are. Mom and Dad came down for several days, stayed with me in my dinky place for several nights then moved their stuff over to Brian’s for the rest of their stay. It seemed fitting to move them over to Brian’s place since he doesn’t work Monday or Tuesday. Movin’ their stuff up the 3 stories of stairs gave us bad memories of moving me. Lucky me, my back was sprained or something and I couldn’t help truck up a the gaggle of stuff I had waiting for the 6 flight journey. Mom still has nightmares though. If you can’t remember the horror of my movin’ day you should sneek back Moving Torture!

We had a nice visit with Mom and Dad and I am sad to see them go. (sad face) They sure looked great! Dad looks amazingly well, for those of you who know about his surgery in January . . . you can’t even tell. He is healing wonderfully. On a different note . . .Look at how fat Ferris is. I had no idea he was obeast, as Dad says, I just thought he was filling out. The minute Mom and Dad walked in my door Mom said, “Oh MY! He IS FAT!” . . . “Oh really!?!” (that’s me).
Now everytime I pick him up . . . I know . . . He’s fat! And on a diet, food rationing and daily exercise (big grin).

For someone who very anxiously and most impatiently waits for cookie season, a brief visit to the grocery store can be quite the treat.

After completely devouring all remains of food within a 450 square food vicinity I though it best to visit my neighborly grocerey store. After all the brown sludge of bananas that were living in my fridge, although very unappealing were becoming almost necessary to actually eat. Let me just say that the bananas would have been better blended along side lamb shank, a big ‘Gerber’ sticker slapped on the side, but I decided to bake it up in a nice banana bread surprise. A handful of M&Ms and several walnut crumbs do not make a bad batch, good, let me add.

Now, if you live in a city you know that you can’t even enter a public restroom without first being hassled to buy something, donate to some charity, or just drop a buck for the local bum to make that ‘phone call’ he insists the dollar is for. With that said, it came as no surprise as we (Miguel and I) rounded the store front to see a table set up with what appeared to be a bunch of crap someone was hoping to bribe customers into purchasing.

Like the other day when Brian and I went to Albertson’s these 2 street rats hollered out as we were stepping out of Brian’s truck, “hey you wanna buy some candy and donate to the Mevemsluoo Hijusiwatz Ticki Wiki Charity” A typical first response for someone living in the city . . . DON’T MAKE EYE CONTACT, DON’T MAKE EYE CONTACT!!! CONCENTRATE! Well here is the problem, you can’t do that to KIDS! Man this stinks!!! Oh and might I mention, no idea where the parents were at. So of course “Yeah, we will get some on the way out” is what our actual reaction was. We did too, although 2 minutes into the store we had both changed our mind on the Mevemsluoo Hujusiwatz Ticki Wiki Charity. And, sticking with the 2 minutes theme, not 2 MINUTES after purchasing a $5 $5!!!! box of 2 Goo Goo Balls (or whatever) the sweet, young, fund raising, boy suggested that we might want to buy something from his sister too. YEAH, AS IF! That was just weird. We just donated ! So what’s the deal! Before carefully placing the Goo Goo Balls in the freezer for um . . . ’safe keeping’ we noticed a gas station price sticker, partially torn off, hmmm . . . Well as we both then decided, we were ripped off! Yeah, so it turns out there IS NO SUCH charity. hmmm . . . (in actuality we couldn’t understand a word of mumble’s sales pitch but his childish innocence – yeah RIGHT! – persuaded us to donate).

So now don’t forget, back to my original story . . . I am rounding the store front, step one, ‘Ah CRAP!’ step two, ‘Crap Crap’ . . . step three, ‘Look at these morons, selling’ . . . ‘GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!!!! As much as I can control my self I bound over to the sweet girl scout and her devoted mother, blurting out my glee ‘Cookies! Yeah! Where you been? How much? Yeah!’ Miguel and I then proceeded into buy the groceries and loading up on cash for cookies. You have no idea how hard it is to jump up and down while pushing a cart and calling everyone you know on your cell phone to get their cookie orders. (Okay so I wasn’t really pushing a cart, but Miguel will vouch that I was jumping up and down and calling not everyone, Brian actually, and for the rest of our shopping experience proclaiming ‘I am just so excited’ and ‘COOKIES!!!’)

Now that! Was the QUICKEST shopping run ever. I mean I had to get back to my girl scout. $40 and a long cookie order list later, we headed back to the wonderful table display set-up out front. Did I mention how excited I was? Well, I mentioned it to the girl scout after placing my order. ‘Yeah, I will have . . . 4 boxes of Thin Mints, 3 Samohas, 2 Shortbread and . . . how are the Lemon Coolers?’ . .. ‘You know I am just so excited to see you here, I have been waiting and waiting and wondering when you would show up and I thought I had missed you and I was totally heartbroken, I am just sooo excited to see you standing out here and not for a million years would I have missed this, I am just soo excited because I have been waiting and waiting and just hoping I would see you and . . .’ Money was quickly exchanged, the babble and ‘oohing and aahing’ persisted and I think she begin to panic. She had NO IDEA how to get rid of me. ‘WHEN WILL THIS LADY LEAVE? Honestly it’s 7:00 at night and this WACKO is oozing on me like Nickelodeon Slime!’ “Thank You for your order today and thank you for supporting us and stuff” Well that was it, that was my opening [insert more 'oohing and aahing' here]. “Oh! You’re WELCOME! Gladly! Anytime! I’m just soo excited! You know I was a girl scout too!!” Mom then turns to daughter, hands clasped neatly in front of her, “Well, I think that was our last sale.” I guess asking her about all her patches was out of the question. Ah well.

Have fun at the COOKIE JAMBOREE!

(wanna hear something really funny – Mac users have ‘Victoria’ read this to you – hilarious)

Ever since Becky Bloomwood traveled to Manhattan for the 1st time and shopped til she dropped, I have been jealous of all those who live in New York City. A weekly reader of New York Times, a monthly subscriber of New York Metro a daily receiver of the Daily Candy email and owner of the complete ‘Sex And The City Series DVDs; ain’t NOTHING! you can do to keep my heart out of New York.

Somewhat obvious that my love of New York is also based in my love of fashion, super models, the fast life, the rush of traffic, the hum of millions of people living their lives . . . my fascination and infatuation will never cease to grow for the city of all cities.

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