Giving Others Gifts on Their Birthday, Loss, and BLOCK heads

Hey all, I'm around, just haven't had much time to get to my PC for a posting.

Yeah, I'd like to think I can get a break, but posting is my opportunity for a break. To get lost in the typing sounds of the keyboard, the words being written in my head speaking to the keyboard to get with it, and spell well.

Friday night was my mom's 55Th birthday.
She threw herself a birthday party.
She cooked a meal on her birthday.
She told a story on her birthday.
She baked herself a cake on her birthday.
She gave out gifts on her birthday.

We didn't argue with her, after all, this was what she wanted to do, and this is exactly the type of person she is, absolutely caring of everyone else. She puts everyone first.

She gave all her grandchildren presents, as well as her grown children and their respective "counter parts."
I love my mombee.

Saturday we had a block party for our little street. A block party, for those of you that don't know, is when the street is closed to any traffic, and all the neighbors come out, and BBQ, drink, play games, and get to know one another. We live on the north side of the block, and the party was hosted down the street on the south side-The street as my friend and same side neighbor refers to as the "Rich side of the street." She calls it this because of all the new million dollar+ homes that have replaced the traditional style ranches, and split levels. Those older homes sold to developers that tear them down to build the castles of unnecessary materialism.

It was fun, surprisingly. Each home, each family willing to participate, put in $15. We had the street closed by the barricades, a bounce house set in the street for the young children. An Arts and scrapbook table for the creative kids, Board games, Chalk, music, and quite a few people having their share of alcohol.

Meeting neighbors that haven't ever given us the time of day while in their mad rush Rush speedy delivery to Lacrosse practice, hockey practice, swim meets- lifestyle. Funny though, after they were told, from a lifer and fellow street neighbor of this town, my connection-my maiden connect- with this tiny town, suddenly they're ready to hang out, drink with me, and become my best friend-damn blockheads.

It was fun!! Up until I spilled Queso cheese dip on my white blouse.

Some people were more responsive than others. Take for example the judge that recently moved from his 1.5million dollar home on the south side of our street into a rather expansive mansion somewhere else, he walked around with such an air about him, that I wanted to start yelling, "OBJECTION!!!!!!"

The other neighbor, Erin, who obviously came into money from her family, and is using that money to display her love for large, brick, bay windowed, 5 bedroom homes with an inlaw area, a play room, a den, and more bathrooms than I can remember, for herself, her husband, and her two children. Sure, different strokes for different strokes, but I don't see the point of buying all that space for 4 people. It's a waste. It seems selfish, and whoops, I'm judging, aren't I? EEKS...

Personally speaking, and it's strictly my thoughts on this, but I'd much rather live simply, than to advertise my wealth based on the size of my home. Hmm, I wonder if she has her husband stuff his pants too-quite obviously bigger is better for them.

This particular neighbor clearly wears the pants in her family. Barking orders in a shrill whiny voice to her husband-"where's the bags? I want to play bags. You have to move them into the street so we can play." Her husband was perfectly happy, sitting with his beer, talking with Bigdogg and our fellow friend and same side of the street neighbor, Mark.
Duane's wife clearly killed the mood with her bagging demands.

She works for her fathers private investigator firm-and she was more than happy to talk about proprietary information regarding their clients. Like a former Chicago Bears player that had fathered a child. Like a couples therapist that was having an affair with his patient, and then black mailing her, threatening to tell her husband. Stories of out of state investigations that somehow involve picking up trash at a residence in the town of Barrington, Il, and finding serious porn in the bags.

Blockheads, some of them.
But, again, I enjoyed myself, partially thanks to about three MGD's. I had that "eyes are moving slower than my head" buzz and decided to stop at my third beer.

Saturday was also College football day: Bigdogg's beloved Miami Hurricanes were spanked by Oklahoma. A pity with the history of their new coach, Randy Shannon. This man has overcome adversity and then some!! Raised in a very poor part of Florida, riddled with drugs, gangs, murder, theft...he overcame it all, with tragedy attached to his family name.

Michigan lost-my brother is probably pissed, especially after last weeks upset with a division two college.

TODAY?
DA BEARS!
And DA-birthday party in about an hour for my cousin's little guy. He recently turned two, and to honor his life span, we'll be meeting up at a glorious park near their home for a few hours before racing home for the 3:00pm kick off of, DA BEARS!!

Makes me want to break out in my 5Th grade version of the SUPER BOWL SHUFFLE. Yeah, the year the bears won the Superbowl, I was in 5Th grade..I still remember being pissed at having to go to school the next day.


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