Happy Holidays!

Wishing you a wonderful holiday season. 

xoxo ~Harry & Jo

:)

Smoke if you got 'em...

Mom, who always enjoys a juicy piece of gossip, tells me:

"Did you hear about that trush, Miley Cyrus? She's been smoking bombs."

Now, that's talent.

Worrywart

Mom sees danger in all things. Give her half a second and she will inevitably come up with precisely why and how something or some situation is unsafe. She is what one calls a "worrywart."

Take this recent conversation for example. Mom was was aware I'd be going to a place that had a flight of steep steps. Naturally, she had some advice for me.

Mom: Be careful going up and down those steps.

I just stared, silently, at her. If I hadn't learned to climb a flight of stairs by this point in my life, there was no help for me. Catching on, she responded:

Mom: Well, I think about those things. I know you don't like that. But I can't help it. I'm a little crazy.

My thoughts exactly.

Overheard from the Living Room

Dad to Mom: You know, it's getting harder and harder to share your company. 

Ain't love grand? ;)

10-Second Delay

11/28/10.

At a restaurant -- well, that's stretching it -- at Olive Garden with mom and dad. Dad's on a 10-second delay the entire night, which (as you can imagine) complicated the ordering process.

Dad: What are the soups?
Waitress: Chicken Gnocchi or Zuppa Toscana.
Dad: I'll have the Chicken Toscana.
Waitress: It's either Chicken Gnocchi or Zuppa Toscana. One's with chicken and one's with sausage.
Dad: Right, Chicken Toscana.
Waitress: Zuppa Toscana?
Dad: Yeah.

 So, the soup comes to the table. Dad is perplexed.

Dad: This isn't creamy.
Me: Nope, cause you got the Toscana.
Dad: I wanted what you have.
Me: It's good. Eat it.
Dad: Phew... this is spicy!

The waitress comes back to the table.

Waitress: How is everything?
Dad: Boy, this soup is spicy. Do you have a crying towel?
Waitress (confused): Yeah, it is a spicy soup.

Crying towel. Not a Kleenex. Not a tissue. A "crying towel" -- which is apparently a real thing where he comes from. Who knew?

Open to Debate

There's been some debate on just how my dad proposed to my mom. I doubt I'll ever get the real story. Heck, I doubt either of them actually knows the real story.

My mom says it went down like this:

Mom: "I dunno. He just said, 'So you think one day you might wanna get married?' And, I said, 'Yeah."
Me: How romantic. [beat] Did he have a ring?
Mom: Not at the time. We were just talking in the car. He gave me the ring a little while later. In my mom's kitchen. Just pushed the ring across the table to me.
Me: Again, how romantic.
Mom: We were supposed to get married in April, but he was saying how he didn't wanna be alone at Christmas. And, I said, 'What, alone? You're gonna be with my family.' So, that's why we got married after Thanksgiving.

Dad, however, claims he knew nothing about April and this was the first he's heard of it.

So, they can't get their stories straight. Something must be working... 52 years later... tomorrow.

Harry and Jo, November 29th, 1958. 

:)

Bells will be ringing...

Today, upon hearing that Prince William proposed to Kate Middleton, I was instantly transported to nearly 30 years prior. 


July 29, 1981. 

My mom woke me up at the crack of dawn and said:

You have to watch this. This is history. 

And together, in awe, we watched the royal wedding of Prince Charles to Diana Spencer take place.

Thanks, Mom, for the history lesson. Can't wait for the next royal wedding. :)