Fenicci’s, an Italian restaurant in Hershey (Chocolate Avenue) has a way of always making me smile with their sign (the kind with interchangeable letters). In the lead-up to St. Patty’s Day, they had a little fun, wishing all passersby a “Happy St. Patrick’s Day from O’Fenicci’s!”
So there you go. Want to be Irish? Follow these simple instructions:
You’re Irish. Now go drink a pint or eat a potato.
There is a ‘Friends’ episode where Monica and Chandler try to be a hotter couple than Phoebe and Mike. I loved this episode (but which episode of “Friends” do I not like?) because I felt like Monica. My newly engaged brother David and his fiance Allyson were much hotter than us.
Since than, we’ve been in competition to see who is the “hotter couple.” Actually, I think they’re pretty annoyed at this point because we always bring it up.
Today, eppie and I celebrated our 10-year anniversary of our first date. We celebrated by holding a bowling tournament with family. And I’m bringing this all up now because yesterday I just decorated my very first cake and on it it says, “10 years as the ‘hottest couple.’ So when you see pics of this cake, you’ll know that we’re not being vain. It’s all just an inside joke.
Now, Eppie doesn’t know this yet, but I forfeited the title to Dave and Allyson. Eppie and I had a less than ideal week, and Dave and Allyson were just glowing with love that I had to give them the title. Give them a few years and a few more children - We’ll reclaim it.
That last entry reminded me of one of our family’s most recent jokes. Several weeks ago we were driving in the car when Timbaland’s “Apologize” came on the radio. Eppie, who is usually the king of lyrics, asked, “What in the world does he say there? It’s too late to…to what?”
“I’m pretty sure it’s ‘apologize.’ It’s too late to apologize.”
“Oh. That makes sense. Yeah, that’s probably what it is.”
“What did you think it was?”
“I don’t know. It’s too late to….call the guys?”
Oh, the tears of laughter that followed.
I haven’t been writing much about Elizabeth, so here’s the latest:
-She said her first three-syllable word today: Pineapple
-She should have been born with a leash.
-She won’t sit in a grocery cart anymore.
-She loves dogs, shoes and chocolate
-”Moo” is her default when she doesn’t know what an animal says.
-She has to do everything herself.
-She sings to Timbaland’s “Apologize” every time it’s on the radio.
-She closes her eyes real tight when you take a picture of her…just like Daniel did.
Several weeks ago, eppie and I saw “The Bucket List.” Not a great movie, but it’s been getting me thinking, “What are the things I want to do before I die, or in other words, ‘kick the bucket.’”
I have realized that I am either a very boring person or I’m a very content person. Hopefully the latter.
May I present my bucket list:
-Flip a house with my family…and live in it.
-Drive through New England just as the leaves are changing.
-Grow my hair long, cut it, and donate my hair to “locks of love.”
-Have one of my recipes published in “Taste of Home” magazine.
-Win a baking/cooking contest.
-Leave a very large tip for a waiter/waitress.
-Participate in the Hill Cumorah Pageant with my family.
-When my kids are older, direct church musicals and treat the whole cast to Friendly’s…just like my dad did.
-Own a beautiful vegetable garden.
-Buy a pick-up truck and wear my cowboy hat everytime I drive it.
Because we went to Bob Evans tonight for dinner, I was reminded of just one of the thousands of reasons why I love motherhood:
Eppie and I (and the kiddos) went to Bob Evans at christmas time with some friends who were home for the holidays. When we were looking at the menu, Daniel asked, “Mom, why is the word “boob” on the menu?”
(whispering) “Uh, I don’t think that word is on here.”
So he preceeds to show me the word “Bob.”
Everyone, of course laughed, (Bob Evans during the day. Boob Evans at night - ha ha).
But what made this even funnier was that I told everyone that he doesn’t even know how to read yet. So they all wondered how he knew the word “boob.”
A few days before this, Eppie gave me a journal for my birthday. Daniel was jealous and wanted one himself. So I gave him a notebook and he would “write” in his when I would write in mine. He came over one time and said, “Mom, what does this word spell?”
“Well Daniel, you just spelled the word boob.”
“Oh?”
And that’s the story behind why he knew the word boob. And that, my friends, is just another reason why motherhood is the best!
On Monday afternoon, I took a fun trip from my office in Wayne to Philadelphia, so that I could take the “Special Points Exam,” thereby preventing the State from suspending my license. Truly, it was an exceptionally joyous experience. I highly recommend it.
Like me, you may be curious why I had to take the “special” points exam, as opposed to the regular points exam. The DMV had no answer for me. Apparently, all points exams are special. I digress.
Thankfully, I passed the test (aced it, in case you were curious) and drove home to celebrate (or sleep). Naturally, I was pleased to know that I would be able to drive to work on Tuesday morning without complication… but sometimes life has a fun way of kicking you in the junk.
Just as I pulled into my neighborhood on Monday night, my car started acting funny - as Daniel might say, “not haha funny, but weird funny.” The engine was revving as I tried to accelerate from a stop sign but the car wasn’t moving. That’s what I like to call “less than good.” The transmission was struggling.
On Tuesday morning I took the car to a mechanic… instead of going to work… and walked home. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you celebrate passing the special points exam.
Last night during my hip-hop class, I thought to myself,
“At what age will I think ‘You know, you’re much too old to be dancing like this.’”
My guess was 45
Daniel: Mom, how did they get the Leaning Tower of Pisa to lean?
Mom: Well, it wasn’t supposed to lean.
Daniel: Oh. So it was supposed to be the Straight Tower of Pisa!?
Holly: Hey Daniel! How was the birthday party?
Daniel: It was fun.
Holly: Oh yeah?
Daniel: Yup. I was the life of the party.
Holly: Why do you say that?
Daniel: Because everyone was laughing at me.
