…baby brother that is. Today I feel like I have been gifted with the older sister keys to the kingdom. Yesterday I got this gem from my aunt, by way of my mother. Brief background, my brother moved back to LA at the end of August for school. He is living with my aunt, uncle, and 9-year old and 6-year old cousins. He loves it. This is about to be proven. Enjoy.
So, I forgot that in LA you can buy alcohol anywhere, and whoa do I mean anywhere. Thus, imagine my shock to walk into Costco and there before me is a ginormous bottle of tequila. I laughed, I stared in shock and then a thought hit of, that could really help get me through the holidays. :) It was a great thought that I can’t actually follow through on.
I’m not quite sure what is more insane: having 4 family members staying in my house that I hadn’t met before yesterday the arrival of the greek/british cousins (2 of them) a surprise visit from my late grandfather’s 72 year old sister, who by the way…only speaks greek This is where we note that I still haven’t gotten the much needed nap, and that the count in the house is up to eleven.
I’ve been in the process of moving. Today is the big day, and I seriously am a tad paranoid. But with that said I haven’t provided a blog post since the beginning on the week…so without further ado I give a post that I wrote for the District Whisks blog (brain child of one JM and HF). —————————— One night in college, at the bar around the corner from my house, I was hanging out with friends getting a drink, eating dinner, chatting with the bartenders and enjoying my favorite section of the bar. A guy walks up with a friend and proceeds to ask me to move to my purse, perched next to me, by using the line “umm, can I sit here or does your purse get it’s own stool.” It won’t surprise those who know me to learn that I didn’t really give much of a vocal answer answer, I instead looked at him…then my purse, raised an eyebrow and he sat somewhere else. End of story. So I may sound like …
My mother has always jumped on the cause bandwagon, and being from a conservative family means I have seen some great ones, but when it came down to it no cause was ever important enough to earn a bumper sticker. Bumper stickers were for crazy people with crazy causes. So let’s imagine my surprise when I arrived home to find a “No Farms, No Food” bumper sticker on the kitchen counter courtesy of the American Farmland Trust. There is a reason for her new love, and it’s a combination garden + vineyard: