Friday, June 22, 2007

flat stanley returns

you may remember flat stanley from a previous post. well, he traveled the globe (well, at least the usa) with different members of jackson's class, and he was shipped around the nation as well.

he adventured with great grampa sammy in boca, and upon his return via us mail, the following note was inside.

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i tried

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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

things that suck

baby strollers suck. they all suck. they are too flimsy, too bulky, too expensive, too ugly, too stupid and even more sucky stuff.

tonight we were at buy buy baby and after two hours we finally settled on one and left, but we are still miserable. no one can get this stroller thing right.

here it is:

a few of my favorite things

sometimes, on web sites like friendster, myspace, and other sites that allow you to create a profile, you are given a place to enter your favorite things. things like favorite music, favorite books, etc.

well, i had a favorite-item experience just now and i wanted to share it.

i went to the freezer for some rocky road ice cream from baskin-robbins. this is probably my favorite food. but i noticed something immediately: the rocky road that you buy from their freezer is not nearly as delicious as the stuff that is hand packed. it's like a totally different flavor.

other favorites are:
rice-a-roni chicken flavor
fresh cold blackberries
new york cheesecake from junior's or s&s
new york strip steak
cathy's omelettes with fresh sauteed spinach
almost anything my mom cooks
almost anything my mother-in-law marion cooks
almost anything joyce corso cooks
vince's gnocchi (hasn't made an appearance since the 80's i think)

coppola claret
dry vodka martinis dirty with olives
stoli or absolut orange and tonic

stuff from apple
my bathys hawaii watch
howard and sirius

Thursday, June 7, 2007

learn yo'self sumpfin

the updated macbook pro's are out. maybe time to buy that new laptop. lcd backlit screens and perpendicular hdd drives. what's that, you say? teach yourself about it with this great video.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

how the weekend started

on friday jason, beth, marcia, jerry, mom and vince all came over for the season's first official barbecue. jason and i went on a propane hunt, we all had a move-out-of-williamsburg-to-the-burbs conversation to help jason on his mission of the day, jordan and jaden took turns in the tub, and beth got a new car seat installed at the ardsley police department.

lauren and matthew

this weekend was a trip down memory lane for a few reasons.

cathy's cousin lauren huber (daughter of lloyd and nancy huber and sister of john, crystal, eliza, darryll, ashley, and will) was married down on aunt maudy's property in doylestown pa.

the memories were from lots of corners of my brain. first, all those hubers, all growed up, with a ton of kids. second, maudy's home and land, and pond, and her memory: sitting outside under her huge tree drinking lemonade. maudy had an amazing serenity that (to me) seemed to beam right out of her eyes...pure joy and a true love for everyone around her. this was my first time back since she passed, and every inch of the property felt like she was still there.

then there were memories of of peddler's village (where we stayed this time) and new hope, and new memories we just created on the back roads we explored thanks to the way the nav system took us in and out of town.

and finally, there were unexpected memories of jason and beth's wedding back in the late 90's (98?). why? well, yes, there was a wedding. and yes, it was in june. and yes, it was outdoors. and yes, it was as humid as could be. i mean wet. gross. hot.

after the wedding we had a date with grammy and grampa al at diary queen, and then we went into the hotel for some ait conditioning, showers, food, and sleep. we were all zonked, and even jaden slept through the night.

today we woke up and had brunch at the spotted hog, then walked through peddler's village and browsed all kinds of shops, and looked at photographs and paintings from local artists that were selling their crafts at a fair sprinkled throughout the village. it was nice, but uneventful until we happened upon a muralist whose work might be perfect for some of the big walls in the new house. we will talk to him in the next few weeks about commissioning something for us. His name is Michael A. Veneziale.

now we are home, watching some yanks/red sox, waiting for the storm.

some pics from the jun wu weekend