Ketchup
sometimes you just fall so far behind, it's daunting to start again. i mean, the good ol' weekend roundup is one thing, but i haven't really blogged in over a week which has included a funeral, a birthday, a long weekend, and all sorts of stuff.
so. um. yeah. i'm thirty-two now. this seems mostly irrelevent. i'm down to one grandparent, my mom's mom. that's crappy. my dad is now the oldest of the kushner's so i've begun calling him "Don Kushner," which he loves. this is also good because it makes his brother "Fredo."
although it now occurs to me that this may make me Sofia Coppola. i'm not sure how i feel about that. maybe i'll try to swing Tom Hagen instead.
i don't have too much to say about flying to detroit for the day. michigan depresses me without a funeral, so it was a bleak trip. i did get to reconnect with my cousins, who are good eggs. and i saw some bunnies.
then i got to wake up at 4:00 am (pacific time), eat airport food, and spend most of the day on an airplane for my birthday. blick. at least i got home to find that madhavi had decorated my room, bought me a dozen red roses, and wrote me a steamy note. we like the steamy notes. and we like sushi, so i ate some and showered and napped.
i did celebrate my birthday a little, with dinner with some people i'm starting to get to know. i decided having dinner with my best friends would be okay, but dinner with people i wanted to know better would be better. so that's what i had. i was beat, but the food was good and this is a boring paragraph. the end.
then there was pie. i will now write an entire paragraph about how good pie is. see, madhavi makes pie. for me. not only that, but she makes really really yummy pie. for me. and this one had berries in it. four kinds of berries. razzleberries and strawberries and blueberries and blackberries. eating this pie (which was yummy), gracie said, "god! i want to find someone to make pie for me!" and i said, "yes. it rocks."
the pie, it was yummy. and it's gone so you can't have none. sucker.
on saturday, we played punk rock kickball. i think rather than describe this, i'll just post the pictures and you can see for yourself. personally, i am very sore after the beer-dousing, gravel-dragging, body-tackling love that is prkb. it was kinda windy and, unlike other years, the game did not deteriorate quickly into mayhem. it just started with the mayhem and then deteriorated.
i think my favorite part was when madhavi tried to steal second. i dragged her halfway back to first on her butt, but she got away by slipping out of her hoodie. so i took her hoodie back to first, wrapped it around a full can off yummy-good budweiser and then stomped on it. hah! take that, base-thief!
she had been all concerned about people being too rough on her, but she was like a 10-car pile up. when i finally got her back to my place (so drunk), she kept saying she wanted more. madhavi has the blood lust, so watch out.
i think my other favorite part was emptying another can of beer directly into kendra's knickers. she was under about five people, so she couldn't see what was happening. she could only feel the yummy delicious beer gurgling down. hah! we had a lot of beer. i think only a quarter of it made it into anyone's mouth.
yesterday, i calmed down a bit. and made my own crossword puzzle. it's almost done. writing the clues is hard, though. how are you supposed to know if it's too easy or not if you know all the answers already?
What the fuck is a razzleberry?
When I was a kid I used to stay up late to watch a show called "Don Kirschner's Rock Concert". It was awesome, and almost like your Dad's name.
On slow days I like to think that you really are related to Don Kirschner.