Sitting around the kitchen table after a marathon of presents. See the man in the light blue shirt turned toward the camera? That’s my Uncle Gerry, my Dad’s brother. And SO MUCH like my Dad, it’s painful sometimes to talk with him.
Food. There’s always food at these parties. Some staples: Skyline dip, chicken dip, cake from Servati’s, chocolate, and beer, gin, vodka…These gals know how to chill. Think the Ya-Ya’s, but less drunk.
My aunt and uncle live in Western Hills, a suburb of Cincinnati. Their house is in one of the last pockets of forest in that area. And they get visits from deer and turkeys.
I have no idea what this sign means. I saw it as I was looking at the deer. But knowing this crowd, I bet there’s a hilarious story behind it.
Colleen (my oldest friend) got me some new jammies from Victoria’s Secret. I’m wearing them now and they are oh-so-cozy. Story about Colleen and me: We joke that we have known each other since before we were born. She is Pam’s daughter (the one with the masters degree), and she and my Mom got pregnant at the same time, and Colleen and I were due the same week. I came a month early, and Colleen came right on time. So we have been friends since conception.
The group. They used to call themselves “Junque, Inc.” because of their crazy yard sales in the 70’s. Left to right:
Phyllis (of Slush Puppie fame)
Sue (retired at 55)
My Mom, Eileen, with the girls
Pam (Masters degree)
Aunt Kay (stay at home mom, and I also have her name as my middle name)
Colleen (she’s married and living in Louisville, KY right now. And it’s too damn far)
I love these women so. Fun, intelligent, caring, generous. You know, for a long time when I was young, I thought I was related to all of them. But in a way, I am.
Non-sequiter: My newest bumper sticker creation.