Dismayed...

...that our favorite local pizza joint seems to have jumped the shark. Borriello Brothers has been the old standby for years, what with their fabulous 2 for 20 deal on gooey steaming 18-inch New York style pies and a speedy half-hour delivery time (they're just over the hill from us, for cryin' out loud).

Now, the 2 for 20 deal is no more... In its place is a 1 for 11 deal that hardly warrants a three dollar delivery charge.

But we're loyal, so we tried, anyway... And the delivery time was an hour and a half. Thumbs down, Borriello Brothers. Makes the 19.99 big dinner box deal from Pizza Hut look pretty dang good...


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Overheard...

Gabe, this afternoon, in response to Maddie's question of whether it was okay for her to use the hospital room's bathroom:

"It's always okay to use the bathroom, numbnuts!!"



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Thank You.

I saw a definition of veteran once, as such:  A veteran is someone who at one point wrote a blank check payable to the United States of America, with the understanding that it might be cashed at any time, for an amount up to and including his life.

Kind of makes anything I've ever done in my life pale in comparison.  It's not just today, of course, but Veteran's Day gives me an official chance to say thank you to those who have sacrificed so much, so that the rest of us don't have to sacrifice at all.  Those people are the heroes.  Not the firefighter who rescues a puppy from a burning house.  Not a pro basketball star who buys a mansion for his momma.  Not the Boy Scout who helps a little old lady across the street.  Admirable, but not heroes.

So, thank you to all of you who have taken chances, taken lives, taken bullets, taken whatever came your way in the interest of service to our nation.  May you feel appreciated today and every day.

And a special thank you to the veteran closest to my heart. I love you so much and I deeply admire you for everything you've been through.  You are my Hero and I couldn't be more proud to be your wife.

Great.

It's a full moon. And I'll be working the next three nights, hip-deep in the craziness of humanity. Scientific studies show there is officially no correlation between a full moon and an increase in our collective stupidity, but I'll betcha any of my EMS colleagues will beg to differ.

Witness, y'all??



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Out, Damn Flu

So I'm just back from a bit of a jog/walk around the 'hood to try and oust this stupid flu shit that's slowly wreaking its way through our household. Currently, it's mine and Kyle's, which is a horrible injustice really, since we are the two who've gotten the vaccine so far this year. Too early, apparently. The blunt fact of the matter is that I can't be sick, because when I am the household shuts right the hell down. So, I do the mom thing and keep taking care of everybody else's whines, picking up socks and cereal bowls, massaging backs and rubbing feet and making sure everybody eats, despite feeling like a feverish hunk of monkey shit myself. (sigh)

Anyway, it's a gorgeous morning on the front range. So I layered up and hit the road, my somewhat-less-than-trusty Nike+GPS app ticking away each slogging fraction of a mile...but for some reason *not* providing the encouraging voice feedback I so sorely need today. And Patsy Cline crooning oh-so-ironically in my ears.


I always about half expect this canal to boast a dead body in all those weeds. Nope, no body today.

At any rate, not a bad little run, considering I have the general fitness level of Rosanne Barr. I stayed upright and moving forward. Felt pretty good, except for the liquefied snot running out of my nose, and the river of tears streaming out of my hijacked right eye. Except for those.

Now, coffee. And a Sunday morning funny.









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And to think...

...I was running errands in a t-shirt all day yesterday.