Yay! My birth month has commenced! I'm registered at Crate & Barrel, people, but I also accept PayPal.
The trip to Oklahoma was (thankfully) uneventful. The funeral was beautiful and filled with lots of laughing and good memories. Oh yeah, I cried, but I laughed more than I cried, so I'll take that ratio. I feel good about him and about his well-lived and joyous life. At the end of the day, that's what really matters. Oh, and his funeral included another of the songs I sang at my grandmother's funeral in April - they keep sneaking up on me! Anyway, it was lovely, and that area of Oklahoma is always splendid to see. Even though it was 100 degrees today.
Did you know that with good traffic, you can drive from Dallas to Oklahoma City in about 3 hours? Yep, we're that close.
A new development is the casino just over the border in Oklahoma - woefully tacky. I was sad to see that. It was like a shrine to bad taste - it's sad when something actually makes Las Vegas look tasteful by comparison. This was a huge framework with some ginormous sort of tenting material stretched taut over the bones. Super- ugly. And the parking lot looked like a mall the day after Thanksgiving. Crazyness.
Anyway, good to be home.
My goal next weekend will be to drive less than 100 miles. It may not work out, but it's nice to have goals.
Tonight mom showed me a Barbie with a pet dog named Tanner that she got for niece for Christmas. Tanner eats these brown blobs of food from his bowl, and you pump his tail and he poops them out. Remember Baby Alive? eek. At least the food in this one is plastic pellets.
May your next roadtrip be reasonably far in the future and for happier reasons.
I'd almost totally forgotten about Baby Alive! She was totally my favorite for at least six months or so, until I couldn't resist the compulsion to do exploratory surgery and find out what made her... er... "tick".
I'm torturing myself - I can't get the song out of my head from the Baby Alive commercial:
Baby alive, soft and sweet,
She can drink, she can eat.
They don't mention that she poops. You know, tam, I would have pegged you for one who'd perform field-surgery on Baby Alive. I always just imagined her esophogeal tract rusting. Eek.
Baby Alive would make a great title (and basis) for a horror flick. It wouldn't even need to stray that far from the original concept.
My sister used to have baby alive. The stuff her 3 disgusting brothers used to put through that poor doll. Little boys are the most horrible uncaring little brats.
Mum stopped us force feeding her chocolate mousse and gravy browning and sent us to our rooms.
Casinos are even less attractive when you lose money at them. The rare times you win, they are shrines.
At least he doesn't have a grandpa's toilet accessory!
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