| 01/06/09 05:14 PM |
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Kelly Houston
Well, howdy do peeps! Long time, Kelly no write...I know. Geez...it's been awhile since I've followed this thing regularly. First of all, I am so sorry to hear about folks losing loved ones. My heart goes out to you all. I'm sure it's especially hard for you at the holidays. I lost a really cool cousin last month and it was quite a shock to the whole family. His name was St. George and he was a veterinarian in Pennsylvania. (okay...he was born on St. George's Day and my family is a little eccentric, so go figure with the name). Anyhoo...he died of a massive heart attack while on his treadmill while his wife went out Christmas shopping.
His funeral was 2 days later and my mother said more than 2,000 people were in attendance (he was THE GREATEST VETERINARIAN IN THE WORLD...or at least in Lititz, PA). A wonderful humanitarian, as well. Way back when..he and several buddies bought an old school bus and painted it Philadelphia Eagles green. For years they've picked up kids "from the wrong side of the tracks" and taken them to Eagles games and the kids have a blast and learn a few wise lessons along the way. They really loved "Sainty" and his pals. Well...the day of the funeral...St. George's buddies drove that big old bus to the cemetery and proceeded to tell several fabulous stories about their beloved friend. Tons of crying laughter...I'm sure you know what I mean by that. It's the ugly smiley cry that is born of happiness, humor, and sadness in fond memories. Cherish your memories and your loved one will be alive in your heart forever.
Wow...that was deep. I'm sure many of you are wondering if someone else has hacked into my computer. Okay...enough with tears for now. I'm really excited about this weekend....come on, Faye! You are not going to forfeit your "Mother of the Year" award for missing one game! Even if it is the first one. I'm sure her basketball shoes will match her hairbow! Geez O Pete!
When I was in 8th grade I was a guard for the Delaware Valley Warriors. OOOHHH. Sounds impressive so far. Well...my parents were...well...kind of like aliens that didn't like children and surely would never be caught dead at a children's sporting event. Well, one day, my dear daddy went to one of my games. I remember seeing him....sitting so proudly in the bleachers with his curly perm, puffing on a Newport King, and wearing one of those cowboy shirts with the pearlesque snaps. (Yes...smoking was allowed in school gyms back then and so were perms on men...eww). So, as I was saying...I was fouled several times and actually scored a few points with my foul shots. I would peek up at my dad to catch his reaction but couldn't see too well for all of the smoke and, of course, the people cheering for me on their feet (I am exaggerating slightly).
After the game, I asked my dad what he thought about my basketball ability and he replied, "Oh...did you get to play, honey?"
Huh?
Crickets.
"Yeah, Dad...my number is "1" and I scored 4 foul shots...didn't you see me?"
"Oh, hell, Kelly....all of you girls have blonde ponytails...I couldn't tell who was who- you all look the same!"
Faye...you can miss this game, really. Just don't smoke or wear cowboy shirts and Erkel pants at subsequent games, and know who your kid is and everything will be okay. She won't be scarred for life and you won't either so PACK YOUR %#@*! We girls have so much cool stuff to teach you this weekend...like cusswords you've never heard of and the latest slang and how to wear low-rise jeans and rest your boobs elsewhere.
Oh crap. I'm late picking up my boy at the gym. As you can see, my dad's rubbed off on me a bit. Ooops. More shortly.
Yours Truly,
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