The Pope Episode

As the pope writes on his "Blog to God", I am sure he is saying something like "Blessed father, what did I do to deserve this? I know I promised to serve you and that you are a forgiving God, but really, Ski and Eileen? You are letting them loose in Rome and I have to meet with them. On their 50th Birthday's no less. Ok, Ok God, everyone has their cross to bear, this can be mine. Hail Mary full of Grace...........Hail Mary Full of Grace.......Hail Mary Full of Grace.....
Yes, Lucy and Ethel are going on the road again.In a few weeks, we are headed to Rome to celebrate our 50th Birthdays.
So in keeping with that theme, why don't we go to Church Brew Works this Thursday to ease us into the church thing. They have a great outdoor deck.
As Ski (Lucy) can attest to, we have had quite a few adventures in our lifetime. Just like the real Lucy and Ethel, it seems like everything we do turns into "An episode".
Just to name a few:
The Innagural Ball Episode
We went to Bill Clinton's inagural ball with Ski in a $10.00 dress from Gabe's and me in an old Bridesmaids dress of my sisters. We had 20 minutes to find something to wear and get going. We pulled up in an old minivan with Cheerio's all over the floor. (We drove down with all the kids and they trashed the car). Everyone else pulled up in limos. Someone gave us free champagne with the presidential seal on all bottles. We dragged them back to the minivan in a garbage bag.
The Brad and Angelina Episode
While staying at the Waldorf in New York, Brad and Angelina were staying a floor above us. Ski (Lucy) was smoking in the stairwell when who comes sneaking down the steps but Angelina and her baby. Ski corners her for a few minutes and she continues on her trek down the back stairway, certain that the nutcase smoking in the stairwell is going to turn her into the press. Lucy did not. But we did sit outside their door and listen to them put their kids to bed, loosers that we are.

Note: The person who told her to smoke in the stairwell was standing guard for the person in the next room. That person was the Secretary-General of the United Nations. By the end of the weekend, Lucy was refering to the guard as "her guard Felix". Hopefully, he had a job after we left.

I could write a book of our episodes, but the point I wanted to make here is, given our track record, someone should warn the Pope. When we have our audience with him, something crazy is sure to happen.

Stay tuned for The Pope Episode.

See you all in church.

Church Brew Works

38th and Liberty Avenue

8:00.

Field Trip Pictures

I am going to let these pictures speak for themselves, any narration from me will not do them justice. I guess my mother was right about the ballarina thing. I don't think the ballet will invite us back anytime soon, right grasshoppers?
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OK One comment, how about Erin's expression at Kathy's cartwheel? Funny









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I coulda been a ballerina!!

In reference to my blog post dated May 16. Surprise, surprise, Joe Hardy is getting a divorce. I guess now the poor ex-Mrs. Hardy has to go back on her parents health insurance.
http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/07234/811209-100.stm
Don't get too excited girls, we're way, way too old for him.
Oh well, not to beat a dead horse, everyone knows how I feel about this subject.

On a totally different note, how about we go to the ballet at Hartwood Acres tomorrow for Anger management.
How, you may ask yourself could this possibly relate to anger management?
Glad you asked.
If you've read this blog regularly, I vent anger toward lots of people and things.
Rarely have I talked about anything my late, great mother did to piss me off. I don't think she really did too many things to make me mad. Mostly she made me laugh.
My family and friends have a lifetime of jokes because of her. She was the original Lucy.
Every once in a while, my sister (The Madonna)will call me laughing because we catch ourselves saying some of the sayings we thought were so stupid.
We turned into our mother.(Except the polish part, of course) She was a quarter Polish. Ok, there I admitted it. Her response to anything bad we did, or any bad habit we had was "That's the Polish in you". Sorry to Ski and my polish friends.
Anyway, back to the thing I am mad at her for.
She never made me take ballet lessons, hell, she never even suggested I take them.
She wasn't one of those parents that made her kids do all kind of stuff they would thank them for as adults.
We weren't allowed to do anything for God's sake. I asked to take piano lessons, her response, "no, get outside and play with your cousins", girl scouts? "no, get outside and play with your cousins". Ballet? you guessed it, "get outside and play with your cousins". Her and her sister even discouraged us even from playing with other kids. There were seven of us and that was enough.
I WANTED TO BE A BALLERINA MOM.
It's all her fault. She would answer something to this effect "Yeah, and I was the one on the grassy knoll also"
But I really, really wanted to take ballet lessons. Any other mother would have loved the fact that they didn't have to drag their daughters. Not good ol' Harriet.
Thinking I was scarred for life, I go on with my life.
I grow up and go off to college. Imagine my surprise when I realize Mercyhurst has an unbelievable dance program.
I didn't fool myself, these girls and boys have been dancing all of their lives, no chance of me starting this late in life. But then I find out they have intro to ballet classes. (Don't laugh, remember, at one time in my life I did have the body of a ballerina. I DID)
This is for me, I thought. I sign up. Let my hair grow so I can wear it in a bun like all the other ballerina's, buy my leotard and wear it with a jean skirt and clogs on class days. I was in ballerina heaven.
At least until my mother got the bill for the semester and she found out what I was taking in college. Let's just say it didn't go over real well. Even when my grades came in the mail and I got an A. (I knew I should have been a balarina I remember saying)
Thinking back, I think she handled it better than when she got the bill for Intro to Wine Tasting.

So being a ballet lover, this week the Anger Management Group is going to Hartwood Acres for the ballet tomorrow.
If you want to go, we are going to meet between 6:30 and 6:45 at Hambones. That way we can car pool and leave some cars in the lot. We will be heading there after also, if you don't want to go to the ballet but want to come out later.
The ballet starts at 7:30. If you want to go straight there, just call when you get there and I will tell you where we are sitting. We usually sit to the right of the stage.
I will bring munchies, feel free to bring a bottle of wine or whatever you want to drink. Also bring a chair of blanket to sit on
See you all tomorrow for some culture 'nat.

Facebook? Oh, I thought they meant Face Lift.

So yesterday I am reading the new issue of Newsweek. There is an article about the 23 year old boy who started Facebook. Being over 25, obviously I know nothing about Facebook. So I read the article. My first thought is, damn, why didn't I give birth to that boy?
Second, being the "Neb-nose" that I am. I check it out. "Grey Squirrel" hops into action.
First I go on web site. They make me register. I try to put some fake name in and it doesn't work. I have to put a real e-mail address to confirm. So I reluctantly do so. I get the expected confirmation e-mail.
I look around the site and suddenly this page pops up and says I have five friends already on Facebook. What? How do they know who my friends are?
Then my whole e-mail address book pops up and asks if I want to invite these people to be my friends.
Let me say that some people in my address book haven't heard from me in quite some time, or just e-mailed once or twice a few years ago. (I'm one of those people who keep everything, even junk e-mails for some odd reason).
Now I am stuck, thinking to myself, dear God I hope they don't automatically send invites to everyone on my address book to be my friend. How in the hell do I get out of this thing.
So I just X out of web site and go about my business.
This morning I check e-mail and I get about three e-mails from facebook. One says Ali has written on your wall. The other says Liz has written on your wall.
So I sign on to see what this wall is all about.
There is a message from my 18 year old niece Ali, and I quote "Ha haha i cant believe you got a facebook! hahaha.I wrote back saying I didn't think I got a facebook, whatever that is, I was just being my "nebby" self.
But at least she accepted me as her friend.(whew, it would be pretty bad if my niece refused)_
So, now I am trying to figure out if everyone got invites to be my friend, or is it just the people that are already on facebook that happen to be in my address book? I'm confused. As would anyone over 30 would be. Having kid's in their 20's (unfortunately not the inventors of anything)I am sure they keep us confused on purpose.
Some of my friends would maybe think they meant to send an invite for a "FACE LIFT".
If they sent invites to my whole address book,I apologize, but I would love to see my old friend Bernie's face when they invite him to be my friend!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sure he will "politely decline".

A few notes:
Casualty report from those who drank Jimmy Bros' Mojito's at the Gras last Thursday:
Three of us did not make it to work the next day, you know who you are. (It would have been four if I had to work Friday)
I went to Breugger's twice last week without incident.

This week's AMG:
Lot 17 on Liberty Ave.
See you all around 8.
Call me if you want to meet earlier.
Speaking of Face lifts, did anyone notice the face lift that I gave our blog?
We have to pick a day and time when we can all get in the picture. So many of the regulars are missing from the one I put on here, but it's the only one I had.
Sorry to those of you missing. We'll get it right.