7degrees of seperation

Well, it's been a few days since we last visited clan of impending disaster. We received the Christmas presents from Memphis. It was a great day if you ask my kids. I tortured them and made them wait until I arrived home from work to open the 4 huge boxes that contained the booty. (yes-we still laugh at booty jokes of any kind.) I must say that the Memphis haul was far beyond what I ever thought that could make it in 4 good size(o.k.- huge)boxes. We all received so much cool stuff that now we think we are rich-which we are not, and the girls were giddy until it was time to clean up. It was at that time that I realized the new way to get them into bed at bed time-a cleaning party. Worked like a charm. So we left everything in the front room and went to bed full of chocolate covered cherries and dreams of what we would all wear the next day. H has already made some snicker doodles with her baking set-the chef in me is sooooo proud and S has worn every earring she has for the last few days. E was the last box we opened and I had fun torturing her because she expects nothing but gets very, very excited when she does get something just for her- I think it's middle sister syndrome ala Jan Brady. So a large time was had by all. I sold my first car of the year today. Bout time! Oh well I think I could do better if I were at a bigger dealership but I would also have to actually work.

Tonight, after work we went out for S's birthday she will be twelve in a couple of days and she thinks she is the coolest. And she is. We let her open her presents from us and let her pick the place to eat. We have a standing reservation at the local Japanese steakhouse teppanaki table every birthday, big payday, when taxes are filed or in the event I get a bonus. We love it. So we went there and ate like we are not on a serious diet. that means one extra mile on the treadmill tomorrow. S got some more earrings, and those silly hippies shoes-but they are cute on her. Kinda a Birkenstock clog.

She Really digs them and thinks they are groovy.-- O.K. she really said they were kewl.

I cannot believe how fast this little baby has grown into a chic. I will post more on that on the official birthday blog. Well that is all for now and I am missing having these things with my family in Memphis. They miss all the cool stuff--one of the reasons for this blog---and it is not a BLOODY 7DEGREES in MEMPHIS RIGHT NOW. That is not windchill people. It is 7 degrees in OHIO right this second. So off to bed I go, but before that I have to go unfreeze the dog from her crouched state as she is stuck to the frozen tundra of our back yard.

Nighty night for now,

SF

I just thought I might finally put something pretty up here. These are the girls at Christmas 2007. They did not get everything they wanted & we would not have space to put all that stuff....the Superdome does not have enough room to put that much stuff. They did get enough to keep them occupied until I can distract them with promises of Hannah Montana movie tickets or at least ice cream. I do not want to think about how much stuff they will want when I hit that MEGA-MILLIONS jackpot.(that better be soon-by the way) I think they have already started their Christmas 2008 list & I am sure that more will be added in the coming days, weeks and months. Right now I have to save up for more pens and paper for their ever growing list....and a boatload of ice cream.

SF

In case y'all didn't hear

LSU tigers 38 Ohio State 24
Great game.
And now for the leadin to MARCH MADNESS & my other TIGERS.
Go MEMPHIS!!!

BCS

Tonight is the night. The BCS bowl. I am deep in the heart of BUCKEYE country and everyone here is excited about The Ohio State University playing the LSU Tigers. Today I have seen all manner of folk walking around in scarlet and grey, buckeye ties, jerseys, hats faces painted and flags and banners on most of the houses in my neighborhood. It's getting a little sickening. I am not a huge fan of LSU-but they are S.E.C. ( the greatest college football conference) and they are NOT Ohio State. I have a dislike for OSU & here is why. When I was a young buck and waiting tables Ohio State won the right to play in the highly sought after Liberty Bowl in my hometown of Memphis, TN. they were playing the Air Force Academy. All you heard in the news was that OSU deserved to be going to a better bowl and they should save their money and stay home that year and why would they play the lowly Air Force team. I happened to be one of the waiters when the Air Force team came in to have lunch the day before the big game. We were right across from the team hotel and during that week and we saw the polite and decent tipping Air Force fans come and go and the drunken, demanding, not so good tipping Bucks fans . We also, as I said served the Air Force team. They were polite, called me sir-even though I was about the same age as most of them and they were excited to be in my hometown. As it happened, the Air Force beat the living crap outta the Bucks and sent them back to Columbus licking their wounds. this is the main reason I do not like the Buckeyes. Also the O-H-I-O cheer gets really annoying after about 30 seconds. If you don't know what I am talking about - one person in a large, mostly drunken crowd yells out O-H and then someone else in the crowd yells out I-O. This goes on until the group gets so drunk they forget how to spell OHIO. My prediction:LSU 32 OSU 28 in a good game.

Geaux Tigers,
SF

O.K. So I do not feel as old as I thought I would at 40. WOW...40. That's freaking old.I should smell alot different & have a corvette... or at least a boat(sorry RJA). I will whip out my parachute pants and my members only jacket and ....try to sell them on e-bay to get to my ultimate goal of living in south walton beach.---More to come.
Happy birthday,
Bo diddly-Matt kohut, Tiger Woods and ME.
Sonnyfunk.

I am old

Look for the future of Sonny's Rock n Roll life tomorrow. I will be 40 in 2 minutes. xoxo
The old man

'tis upon us

Well it is Christmas eve, eve and all is a mess. I am 98% finished with the new flooring in the dining room. I would've finished it weeks ago but I am leaning as I go and We are BROKE. yep, I said it, like a joke, like we invested in new coke, WE IS BROKE. Tomorrow I will get up and go to the gym and finish my shopping for my beloved. I have not had a chance to get her one thing yet. I have no idea what to get her. The results from my first few years of marriage were, to say the least, learning experiences. No clothes-you get them too big she thinks you think she's fat. You get them too small-she thinks she's too fat. Running shoes-too fat. Leather mini-skirt-well...I'll let your imagination run wild.I've told her I do not do gift certificates because I truly want to get something personable. Last year we got each other Gold's gym memberships. That has worked out well because now I can tell her I am going to Gold's gym to workout and shop at the new, super busy mega expensive mall for her gift. Which brings me back to what to get her. Jewelry-well I would have to sell both kidneys to get her some thing she would actually wear. Remember BROKE. I cannot buy her jewelry and have a Brita filtering system attached to my renal glands at the same time. I know-I checked the insurance. She is a stay at home mom-not a housewife and not a homemaker so her/my kids are her hobby/life, She will tell you this in a heartbeat-of a hummingbird. I also have the pressure of finding something that looks good enough that I actually had it planned and not spending too much money on it. She is definitely holding the purse strings. By that I mean I am terrible with money. My Dad-God bless him, was of the mind that if we did not have enough for the light bill-due the next day, he would rather eat a steak tonight. I am trying to break myself of that habit and a couple of others and create new habits. Yes that's right, stay tuned for the 1st ever new years resolutions post. That leads me to the ultimate gift-let my wife pick a new years resolution. I know what it would be and let me apologize in advance to the cities of Milwaukee, St.Louis and the entire Napa Valley & parts of Sweden. I think I might just go with a new leather miniskirt. That pain would only last about six months.
SF