This is the conversation I JUST had with Ellen remotely from my desktop to hers: Me: are you there? Ellen Meyerson: Yeah Me: I thought I said no more computer… Ellen Meyerson: The issue was sort of open ended because I had an argument that you didn’t respond to in a clear way.. Me: about…
Ellen declared to my friend Kevin that her bedroom was “Where cool goes to die.”
Greetings loyal readers! Been a long time since I posted, so I thought I’d share a fun day today. Ellen and I got to go sit in a suite at Yankee Stadium (the “new” Yankee Stadium) for a great (if you’re a Yankee fan) game against the Mets. Yanks crushed them, 15-0, and seriously needed…
It’s been awhile, but I had to relate these two Ellen stories. Remember, Ellen is 11 at the moment… —— Kim and I are in the kitchen last night. Ellen decided it was time to ask random questions, so here’s our exchange: E: Who is your worst enemy? K: Time. E: Ok, but can you…
Ellen came to me before and said: dad! I just remembered what amnesia is!
For this year’s birthday snowman, I decided to do Aang from Avatar. This cake was done in fondant and funfetti underneath in the traditional snowman mold. I’m no pro, but I think it came out fairly good. Happy Birthday, El!
Ellen told me about an hour ago that her assignment for today, an assignment that she was looking forward to, was to write a “dialogue between the lion and the sun,” apparently subjects in a painting that they were shown in class. She went upstairs and 30 minutes later came up with this for me…
This morning found me at JAG for an early physical therapy appointment for my back. I’ve been going now 3X/week for 2 weeks now, and feel like I’m making some good improvement. I’m standing next to the table I’m about to lie down on for therapy when an old, short guy shuffles, grinning, out of…
Today would have been Gregory Blake’s 40th birthday. I celebrated it with a chocolate crackle and a donation to the Pulmonary Fibrosis Foundation. Happy Birthday, my friend. We miss you.
This story is from my dad: ——— We were driving to swimming and talking about the election: me: I think I’m qualified to run for president. ellen: no, you’re not. me: sure. I have the right qualifications. ellen: no, you don’t. me: then what am I qualified for? ellen: you’re qualified to be a good…