My mom first fell in love with my dad because she thought he looked like Paul Newman....

I wonder how many kids my age can say the same thing....probably everyone whose dad had curly, blond hair and blue eyes....

Paul Newman was such a stud......but I digress

When my dad was in middle school his #1 desire was to be called "Jumper" by his friends........ I know, coolest nickname ever......but it never stuck.

Sometimes, amongst the privacy of family my dad will do his "Chiquita Bannana" dance, which involves akwardly lunging from side to side while carefully balancing a pair of underwear on his head....
classy

He loves Gordon Lightfoot... in fact for several years our family cd player mysteriously refused to play cds by any artists other than the much revered Gordo.

I have this very vivid memory of my dad making every member of my family march up to bed according to the month in which we were born, acting out the month as we saw fit.
......my dad denies ever having done this but I remember quite distinctly seeing him beat his chest and scratch his chest....howling "ape..ape..april"

Happy Birthday Dad !!
(even though he won't read this I thought I would just send out the happy birthday vibes in as many ways as possible.)

So I had an appointment today at a "Lady" Doctor...

Everything was fine....good good good...

The whole time I was there I was thinking about the first I went to this particular kind of doctor...

She says, here, put this on, ties in the back....

Okay, so I can handle putting on a hospital gown...

but then, do I take everything off?, or just the bottom...... mabye everything, but then I really don't want to be that creep who strips completely nude at the slightest hint of its acceptance....

Okay so I decide to brave it and go au natural....

But then there's this large paper sheet....

What the heck are you supposed to do with that....

So I got creative and wrapped it around my waste, like a kicky sarong....

A glance in the mirror told me that I probably got it right.....
Confident, I hop onto the chair....

RIP.....
, great, Big huge rip down the back of my paper sarong....

Quickly I folded the sheet in half and wrapped it back around my waist.

Now I just look like I'm trying so very hard to look cute in my micro-mini paper skirt.

Defeated, I sit back down.....carefully

The doctor enters and takes one look at me....

"why don't we just get you a new one"....

thanks.....now I believe you have a job to do....

I was pretty embarassed....

ah the memories..

I'm so sick of working....

The problem is, I went outside for lunch today and caught a brief glimpse of how nice it feel to be outside and not go numb from the usual darkenss & cold.
....then I had to return to work....

Ah but clearly I am not working right now, and really I haven't done much all day....

I keep thinking about my sister's "wedding" plans...

About three days ago she revealed to the family that she had been secretly married to her boyfirend for quite some time...

I know......who keeps a secret like that, and for so long....

I don't know, I was really upset at first, I understood her reasons but she's my only sister and I was so upset that she didn't at least confide in me....

Oh well, that's passed....

And now my mom and I are planning a little ceremony to take place this summer.

I am in charge of decorations and the dress......and mabye the music (especially if (E:Mike) agrees to treat all attending to his recorder stylings)

The dress: I've elected to make.....
I don't quite know if that was the wisest idea but I'll doo my best....
I'll try and keep you all posted on my progress....

Jill: A dance involving little to no clothing

....I like!

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