Merry and I had teh hungers in the late morning yesterday, so we called up a friend and invited her to brunch with us. We went to our favourite restaurant in Dallas, a place where literally the entire staff knows -not just recognizes- us. We always garner a few sideways glances from the other clientele as the manager comes over and kisses us warmly ( Read more... )

At my family's Mother's Day dinner last night, I remembered something about my dad. I don't even remember what brought it on, but it made everyone laugh uproariously. That's the best kind of memory, don't you think?

My dad used to drink Clamato juice with his Cheerio's religiously every morning. One morning he announced "It all goes to the same ( Read more... )

I am a lot like my father in many respects. One of our shared traits is hypergraphia, or more commonly: compulsive writing. We both journal like fiends. In cleaning a room of my mother's house, I stumbled upon one such diary ( Read more... )

The King's Singers, an a capella quintet (I think there's only 5 of them, anyway), always reminds me of road trips. My dad loved 'em, so we listened to them often when we took vacations (which were always in the form of a car-ride).

When my dad bought me my first serious stereo (which was the floor model. He insisted on getting a discount because ( Read more... )

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I'm going to go about my Monday Memory a little differently today. Whilst perusing my old blog for 2007's New Year's Resolutions, I found the following post, dated January 05, 2007. It was interesting enough to re-post.

Here it is, in all its glory:

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"Dad", I said, "I was kind of dating a guy this New Year's."

Imagine, now, my Republican father's ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is my father's Dia De Los Muertos, the first anniversary of his death.

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I am a journal whore. I also have a notoriously patchy memory. The two go hand in hand. I don't like to forget things, but I have resigned myself to the fact that, well, I do. I hate it. So I write.

I have a journal that I keep in my purse. I have a simple spiral ( Read more... )