Early risers were treated to a light show on Downtown Indy streets this morning.
Street lights rapidly flashed on and off causing a strobe light effect.
Apparently it was quite a show and the locals were perplexed as to what was going on.
Officials blame it on a “malfunctioning relay” but I know the real scoop!
It was a Celebration.
Indianapolis was bidding us adieu.
We got a call late last night with an offer on the house.
The first and only one in 6 months.
As we say in my old business…
The first bid’s the best bid, hit it!
The buyers are pre-approved and have already sold their home,
So it looks pretty promising that this could be the real deal.
Never the less, I’ll be down on my knees today praying to Saint Joseph, the Patron Saint of real estate matters and home sales.
We buried a statue of St Joseph when we first listed the house back in February.
It has to be done in a specific way.
Bury the statue upside down, head downward, facing east, in the hole and cover it over.
Then you recite the “Prayer to Saint Joseph for Selling a House” every night.
We did “most” nights...
maybe that’s why it took so long.
Never underestimate the power of a Patron Saint!
Friday, August 25, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
School Days, School Days…
Dear old golden rule days.
It’s here.
Can you hear it?
A collective sigh of relief.
The darlings are back in school.
It’s bittersweet actually.
On one hand, I was so ready for this.
But on the other…
I miss them already.
They looked so big, climbing onto the school bus.
Nick looks like a little man.
His shoe size is now bigger than mine.
And Jordie was the epitome of a 13 year old girl;
Just willing her self confidence to make an appearance on this first day of 8th grade.
She’ll do fine.
She always does.
It’s just my job, as a Mom, to worry.
We’re going to the cemetery now.
Elaine (Dini’s mother-in-law), Jill (Dini’s good friend and neighbor) and myself.
We’re going to tell Dini that Ryan and Nathan got on the school bus just fine.
That they’re Dad followed them to school and helped them to their classrooms.
We will tell her that Ryan got a great teacher this year.
She’s kind and sensitive, just like her son.
Nathan started Kindergarten today.
He was so excited to get on the bus with the big kids.
He flashed that beautiful smile that he got from you.
He’s got the same Kindergarten teacher that Jordie had.
She is wonderful and she will take great care of your little boy.
We know that we don’t have to tell Dini any of these things.
This visit is as much for us as it is for her.
She knows her boys are in good hands and that they are loved.
Especially by her.
She’s with them now, and she is with us.
We just miss her so much.
Her smile, her laugh and her goodness.
We miss all of her.
It’s here.
Can you hear it?
A collective sigh of relief.
The darlings are back in school.
It’s bittersweet actually.
On one hand, I was so ready for this.
But on the other…
I miss them already.
They looked so big, climbing onto the school bus.
Nick looks like a little man.
His shoe size is now bigger than mine.
And Jordie was the epitome of a 13 year old girl;
Just willing her self confidence to make an appearance on this first day of 8th grade.
She’ll do fine.
She always does.
It’s just my job, as a Mom, to worry.
We’re going to the cemetery now.
Elaine (Dini’s mother-in-law), Jill (Dini’s good friend and neighbor) and myself.
We’re going to tell Dini that Ryan and Nathan got on the school bus just fine.
That they’re Dad followed them to school and helped them to their classrooms.
We will tell her that Ryan got a great teacher this year.
She’s kind and sensitive, just like her son.
Nathan started Kindergarten today.
He was so excited to get on the bus with the big kids.
He flashed that beautiful smile that he got from you.
He’s got the same Kindergarten teacher that Jordie had.
She is wonderful and she will take great care of your little boy.
We know that we don’t have to tell Dini any of these things.
This visit is as much for us as it is for her.
She knows her boys are in good hands and that they are loved.
Especially by her.
She’s with them now, and she is with us.
We just miss her so much.
Her smile, her laugh and her goodness.
We miss all of her.
Cool Name, Cool Dog
Billy Goat.
TC’s loyal canine companion.
Her best buddy.
Billy would go everywhere that TC went.
He’d follow her from room to room.
Not in an annoying way.
He just wanted to be where ever she was.
They’d go on country drives together.
Billy Goat hanging out the window with his big hound dog ears flying in the wind.
His “flubbers” as they referred to his lips, curled back from the force of the country air speeding by.
TC cherished those days.
Billy got sick shortly after TC was diagnosed.
He was quickly loosing weight off his huge frame.
The vet couldn’t find anything wrong with him.
Billy would go days at a time without seeing TC when she was in the hospital.
When she’s home, she sleeps so much, Billy would climb up in bed with her.
When TC moved in with my Mom,
Billy moved too.
We all watched as TC got sicker,
Billy did too.
The vet was clearly perplexed.
They ran all kinds of tests on Billy Goat.
They thought maybe he had an ulcer,
Maybe he was just depressed.
But nothing definitive was ever found.
Billy Goat died yesterday.
TC lay next to him on the floor and sang to comfort him.
She told him they’d be together again soon.
And that they’d both be well again for a ride in the country.
Billy Goat died of a broken heart.
And now, cruelly, our hearts are broken too.
Again.
Just last week at the vet,
One of the technicians drew an artist’s sketch of Billy.
It really captures his unique look and TC is lucky to have it.
On it she wrote,
“Cool name, cool dog”.
And indeed he was.
TC’s loyal canine companion.
Her best buddy.
Billy would go everywhere that TC went.
He’d follow her from room to room.
Not in an annoying way.
He just wanted to be where ever she was.
They’d go on country drives together.
Billy Goat hanging out the window with his big hound dog ears flying in the wind.
His “flubbers” as they referred to his lips, curled back from the force of the country air speeding by.
TC cherished those days.
Billy got sick shortly after TC was diagnosed.
He was quickly loosing weight off his huge frame.
The vet couldn’t find anything wrong with him.
Billy would go days at a time without seeing TC when she was in the hospital.
When she’s home, she sleeps so much, Billy would climb up in bed with her.
When TC moved in with my Mom,
Billy moved too.
We all watched as TC got sicker,
Billy did too.
The vet was clearly perplexed.
They ran all kinds of tests on Billy Goat.
They thought maybe he had an ulcer,
Maybe he was just depressed.
But nothing definitive was ever found.
Billy Goat died yesterday.
TC lay next to him on the floor and sang to comfort him.
She told him they’d be together again soon.
And that they’d both be well again for a ride in the country.
Billy Goat died of a broken heart.
And now, cruelly, our hearts are broken too.
Again.
Just last week at the vet,
One of the technicians drew an artist’s sketch of Billy.
It really captures his unique look and TC is lucky to have it.
On it she wrote,
“Cool name, cool dog”.
And indeed he was.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
India-No-Place
Extra cops flood Indianapolis state fair
RICK CALLAHAN
Associated Press
INDIANAPOLIS - Police boosted security in and around the state fairgrounds to help ensure that the Indiana State Fair isn't marred by the sort of violence that's left 13 people in the city dead in recent days.
Well this little tidbit of news isn’t going to help dump that house.
13 people dead.
That’s a lot.
That would be a lot in New York City or L.A.
But Indy?
Maybe it’s time Mike and I face up to the fact that we own a “Vacation Home” in Indiana.
Lucky for you, we’re generous people.
Take it, it’s yours.
Stay a week, stay a month.
Whatever.
We’ll leave the key under the mat.
Just remember to duck and weave while you’re there.
And for added security…
Stay away from the State Fair.
RICK CALLAHAN
Associated Press
INDIANAPOLIS - Police boosted security in and around the state fairgrounds to help ensure that the Indiana State Fair isn't marred by the sort of violence that's left 13 people in the city dead in recent days.
Well this little tidbit of news isn’t going to help dump that house.
13 people dead.
That’s a lot.
That would be a lot in New York City or L.A.
But Indy?
Maybe it’s time Mike and I face up to the fact that we own a “Vacation Home” in Indiana.
Lucky for you, we’re generous people.
Take it, it’s yours.
Stay a week, stay a month.
Whatever.
We’ll leave the key under the mat.
Just remember to duck and weave while you’re there.
And for added security…
Stay away from the State Fair.
Wednesday, August 9, 2006
Holy Cow!
I went to the County Fair last night.
The temperature was over 100 degrees with 56% humidity.
Brutal.
I’ve not yet absorbed all that I witnessed.
I think I’m still in denial.
Suffice it to say the human oddities were out in force.
For your entertainment,
Here are some early thoughts and observations from the fair.
Eighteen:
Number of men I counted in Bib Overalls with no shirt on underneath.
And trust me on this, they really needed a shirt on.
“Party like a Country Girl”:
My favorite T-shirt.
It was worn by a pimply faced teenager who was 8 months pregnant.
Party on darlin.
5 bucks for a funnel cake:
5 bucks!
Man…you get a typical redneck family of 13 loadin up on them badboys and you got yourself half of this month’s trailer park payment.
Bubba:
What’s a county fair without half a dozen Bubba’s?
We of course pronounce our own beloved Bubba,” Boo-ba”.
He’s a cut above the rest!
Buck a Ride Night:
Now here’s a new parenting low point for me.
Apparently, the rides are only a buck on opening night.
That’s when the Carnies “test-drive” their equipment.
They watch for things like nuts and bolts flying off that might cause our little darlings to propel hundreds of feet into the air only to land (hopefully) in a pile of horse dung.
If no one is injured or maimed, mission accomplished and the cost of the ride goes up to 3 bucks the next night.
Good old fashioned risk vs. reward.
Most valuable lesson learned:
Never, ever have a facial the day of the County Fair.
My recently cleaned and open pours were quickly filled with billions of tiny little particles of bullshit floating through the country air!
And horse shit and goat shit and chicken shit………….
The temperature was over 100 degrees with 56% humidity.
Brutal.
I’ve not yet absorbed all that I witnessed.
I think I’m still in denial.
Suffice it to say the human oddities were out in force.
For your entertainment,
Here are some early thoughts and observations from the fair.
Eighteen:
Number of men I counted in Bib Overalls with no shirt on underneath.
And trust me on this, they really needed a shirt on.
“Party like a Country Girl”:
My favorite T-shirt.
It was worn by a pimply faced teenager who was 8 months pregnant.
Party on darlin.
5 bucks for a funnel cake:
5 bucks!
Man…you get a typical redneck family of 13 loadin up on them badboys and you got yourself half of this month’s trailer park payment.
Bubba:
What’s a county fair without half a dozen Bubba’s?
We of course pronounce our own beloved Bubba,” Boo-ba”.
He’s a cut above the rest!
Buck a Ride Night:
Now here’s a new parenting low point for me.
Apparently, the rides are only a buck on opening night.
That’s when the Carnies “test-drive” their equipment.
They watch for things like nuts and bolts flying off that might cause our little darlings to propel hundreds of feet into the air only to land (hopefully) in a pile of horse dung.
If no one is injured or maimed, mission accomplished and the cost of the ride goes up to 3 bucks the next night.
Good old fashioned risk vs. reward.
Most valuable lesson learned:
Never, ever have a facial the day of the County Fair.
My recently cleaned and open pours were quickly filled with billions of tiny little particles of bullshit floating through the country air!
And horse shit and goat shit and chicken shit………….
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