I'm Baaaaack!
We went to Erie this weekend. Actually, we went to Edinboro, but because I have found that most people outside of Northwestern Pennsylvania are unfamiliar with Edinboro, I am forced to use Erie as a point of reference (sometimes, I am even forced to mention Buffalo, Cleveland, and Pittsburgh, and construct a little triangle with my fingers and hands).
We went to a wedding. It was beautiful. The reception was at a place called Bruno's, and the food was delicious (served family style, what could be better?). My children, who wore matching snowflake sweaters (which my mother rolled her eyes at), ran the dance floor like Greyhounds on a racetrack. At one point, they pretended that they were cats crawling around out there. It was very generous that the new couple included children in their special event . . . let me just say that I would not have.
It was a crazy weekend and went too quickly. Since having children, I feel like my life is on a schedule as tight as Amtrak's. We may have a few delays, but everything runs pretty much on course. If it doesn't, we end up with a few enraged customers (short businessmen named Mac and James).
Oh, and on a different note, we noticed that every so often, in the car, James would hum a little tune that was oddly familiar but unplaceable. He did this a few times while my mom was riding with us. She said, "Is he singing the song from the McDonald's commercials . . y'know, "da-da-DA-da . . I'm lovin' it'?" And indeedy, that was exactly what he was doing. Off to the side of the road, there were the Golden Arches. During the six hour drive back to Maryland, every McDonalds along the route was acknowledged through song.
Ray Kroc would have been touched.
We went to a wedding. It was beautiful. The reception was at a place called Bruno's, and the food was delicious (served family style, what could be better?). My children, who wore matching snowflake sweaters (which my mother rolled her eyes at), ran the dance floor like Greyhounds on a racetrack. At one point, they pretended that they were cats crawling around out there. It was very generous that the new couple included children in their special event . . . let me just say that I would not have.
It was a crazy weekend and went too quickly. Since having children, I feel like my life is on a schedule as tight as Amtrak's. We may have a few delays, but everything runs pretty much on course. If it doesn't, we end up with a few enraged customers (short businessmen named Mac and James).
Oh, and on a different note, we noticed that every so often, in the car, James would hum a little tune that was oddly familiar but unplaceable. He did this a few times while my mom was riding with us. She said, "Is he singing the song from the McDonald's commercials . . y'know, "da-da-DA-da . . I'm lovin' it'?" And indeedy, that was exactly what he was doing. Off to the side of the road, there were the Golden Arches. During the six hour drive back to Maryland, every McDonalds along the route was acknowledged through song.
Ray Kroc would have been touched.
posted by Cate at 10:33 AM
3 Comments:
Hey Cate,
Sounds like you have great kids....who have warmed an old man's heart!!!
Sincerely,
Ray Kroc.
Ray!!!
I thought you were dead.
Cate,
You may be unaware of this but more and more people are being contacted by the after-life through blogs. Hence, the reason Ray previously posted on your blog.
This is a unique phenomenon that has been studied for many years since the Government first started ARPA and then subsequently DARPA in the late 60's. Initially, it was thought people were being contacted by aliens. But after years of research, they discoverd two things -- 1.) people were not always being contacted by aliens, but the dead and 2.) the only real alien life out there was the humanzee (You see Planet of the Apes was not a movie, but a documentary).
Since then, the Government says that they hang out in chat rooms and search websites and blogs for criminals such as pedophiles and other sick individuals, but truth be told that are really seeking out all of the humanzees in the world.
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