My mom’s 90th birthday party was a raging success. I am not going to show you hundreds of pictures of the party. I don’t have permission from all the guests to do that, and you wouldn’t really care anyway, because you don’t know most of the people. But there were a lot of people. We had family fly in from all over the country. There were probably 90 people there.
I want to take this opportunity to remind you to visit my daughter’s website at:
Jessica really is gifted when it comes to style and elegance. I am pretty sure she didn’t get that from me, but if you ever need to throw a party or a wedding, and you want some ideas, or you just like fashion and pretty things, you should check it out.
For some reason I thought it would be funny to keep taking pictures of her boyfriend while he was taking pictures of the party. It looks like maybe I did it so often that it started to get on his nerves. In the background you can see my mom greeting some of the guests, just to the right of that finger Jason is waving at me… that better be your pointer finger, kid! She is the one sitting in the chair in front of the person with his back turned.
There is my friend Chris arriving on his Harley. Remember the picture of me riding that bike? Or the cemetery pictures? My mom invited all the people who ever lived on our street, so there was an awesome mix of ages.
The food has been replaced with the desert selections. I bought seven pounds of See’s candy for the party, and that stuff was gone if like ten minutes. And Jessica ordered hundreds of macaroon cookies. We thought we would be sending the extras home with people, but there weren’t any.
Once it got dark, my brother Sid set off some fireworks. No, you aren’t supposed to do that. But he likes fireworks. He might be a pyro, I’m not sure. But it does add to a party.
My mom’s classical music quartet performed some songs. And my brothers and our kids led a sing along with some old songs like ‘Yes, we have no bananas’ and ‘One meatball’ and ‘Froggy went a courting’. It was just awesome. And Jessica hired a pianist to play during part of the afternoon.
Also, I sold a few more copies of my novel, and heard some great things from people who had already read it, so that was cool.
I think we made my mom very happy. She certainly has a lot of people who love her. That says something about the kind of person she is.
There is my mom, in the flowery shirt and page-boy haircut, waving a sparkler. We love you, mom. But I don’t know how we are going to outdo this when you turn 100.
Pouring My Art Out 
For her 100th you will really have to go over the top!
150 is going to be tough too.
This is my favorite post. Very special.
Thanks.
What a great tribute to your mom. BTW, I saw those paper thing-ies you were working on hanging from the ceiling. Nice touch. 😎
Thanks. Next time we are hiring sweatshop workers from Nebraska.
That is fantastic. Sounds like a great day for all and especially your mom.
And on Monday, I can start in on ‘that’ day. I mean, it might not be all that exciting for you, from what you have said about your work, but it was a fun day for me.
You know, I’ve often thought about writing in blog-form about my work and what I do, who I see, where I go on a regular basis… I can’t figure it out. It’s an unbelievable and ludicrous existence for the most part, and you would not believe my stories, or the people, or the sheer madness of it. But it’s all good fun and hey, I actually get a minute or two here and there to write and to visit my favorite bloggers (of whom you are one).
That does sound like a kick in the pants.
It’s indescribable.
You could try.
I’m not that good. I’ll stick to my parade of odd characters in improbable situations and try to convince people that I actually have a clue. Stay tuned. The next story is lurking in my head, need about 2 hours straight to get it out. Just need the time…
Don’t rush…
PMAO is human!!! Yayyyyyyyy!!!!!!!
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That is how vicious rumors get started.
True. That’s indeed how public enlightenment progresses regarding impending humanization of aliens. You are on point!
I mean, my alien-ness isn’t exactly a secret.
But I don’t like to brag about it either.
That’d probably mean you are ashamed of it since bragging is something you brag about.
I am shameless and yet it makes me ashamed to be that way. Go figure.
Ha! Here on this shameless arena again. Let’s pretend to be smart chess players (oh, and do you also play chess?) and assume we know where this leads.
So, I’ll accept your shameless shamelessness and my own shame for bringing the discussion to this issue of shame.
There!
Ha! Here on this shameless arena again. Let’s pretend to be smart chess players (oh, and do you also play chess?) and assume we know where this leads.
So, I’ll accept your shameless shamelessness and my own shame for bringing the discussion to this issue of shame.
There!
Ahhh… the classic Shamenhoffer Gambit!
You are probably too smart to be a chess player.
At least you are chess-literate. Indeed, that gambit that results inevitably in a stalemate for the twain.
Nice one
Thanks.
Awesome!
Hey… I brought home that painting… the one with the geometric shapes was the one you liked, right? And you want more black and silver?
You’re amazing, how kind of you to remember!! Sure, thank you so much! You know I will post about it right?!
I just need to add the somber colors, and then I will email you and you can give me like a post-box address to mail it to you. But it is going to cost you… like at least 25 bucks… unless you can’t afford that… and I am not mailing it in a frame… and you have to pay for the shipping.
Okay, you’ll have to give me time. I’ll let you know when I can pay for it. Thank you again!
You can earn money by letting the neighbor kids pet your snake… HA!!!
LOL! there are other ways in the works *wink*
Okay… but nothing crazy…
no i think you will love it actually. it will be announced towards the end of Aug.