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I don’t really have one that I like to tell, so I’ll share Bridget’s favorite joke.

Knock Knock!

Who’s there?

Banana

Banana who?

Banana YOU!

Yeah, it’s not really that funny but you should see the gusto with which she tells it, and hear her belly laugh afterward. That part is hilarious and adorable.

Easy as pie.

Take on frosted martini glass.

Swirl dry vermouth in it, and pour it out.

In a cocktail shaker mix vodka and ice, and  a wee bit of olive brine. Shake well. Strain into the frosted martini glass. Throw in an olive or four.

Enjoy!

I have no hobbies. I’m not crafty. I’m not especially good at anything hobby-like. I don’t play any sports and I’m not athletic at all. I’m really too lazy to commit to a hobby.

So if I had to choose a hobby, I’d list two things. Reading and shopping.

One makes me sound smart, the other makes me sound shallow. I guess maybe I’m both.

I know, I know, I really let the whole thing get away from me and skipped like five days. Sue me.

I have to post this because this bar was where I spent more time than any other place in college, probably including classrooms. I truly think if I had cut down a quarter of my time at Duddley’s Draw, I could have added a whole point to my GPA.

I drank here. I smoked here. I celebrated here. I commiserated here. It was heaven. I can’t think of my college days without thinking of Duddley’s Draw.

I don’t have any baby photos of me in digital form.

So I’ll give you a picture of my favorite baby.

Me and my Bridgie Bear. She was maybe five or six weeks old. She had just nursed and was sleepy and content. I love this picture.

Define family.

At my wedding - 2001

There is my nuclear family of origin.

Me and Bridget - May 2010

Then there is what is left of the family I created.

The Girls on Hilton Head Island - June 2006

With the girls in Vegas - February 2010

On a Venice water taxi - September 2010

My friends, who every bit as much family as the people I share blood with.

Damn, this is hard. Have you seen the size of my ass? There aren’t just a lot of foods I don’t like.

I guess I will have to go with my dad’s homemade meatballs. I’ve been trying to duplicate them since I moved out of my parents’ house in 1998 and only one time have I gotten close. They are so good that it’s worth the three hour drive for me to go to Dallas when he says he’s going to make them.

He starts cooking them in the early morning, along with making homemade sauce. He cooks sausage too (which is one of the few forms of sausage I like) and then lets it all cook for hours. The house always smells incredible when it’s cooking….

I need to stop writing this. I’m getting hungry just thinking about it.

I have quite a few, but I’ll narrow it down to just one. And since it’s award show season, I’ll give you my current favorite…

Colin Firth

No one said it had to be an old photo of me.

This is I think my favorite picture ever of my mom, taken on New Year’s Eve when my dad was away in Viet Nam. She would have been 21 I think. Isn’t she adorable?

I desperately want this dress. And I want to be skinny enough to wear it and look HAWT in it this spring

From Nordstrom, of course.