Mish Mash: A Weekend in Words

It was a glitzy fun weekend and I forgot my camera.

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That was unfortunate.

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This weekend my son-in-law Mike hosted a glamorous bowl-a-thon (hee, can glamorous and bowling possibly go together?) to raise money for Boston's Children's Hospital, who is sponsoring him in his first ever 26 mile run in the Boston Marathon in April.

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Let me get the ugly truth out of the way: I bowled a 65. That included at least two frames of zero pins knocked down and ten frames of slamming the ball so hard on the alley I'm pretty sure my teammates were just thankful I didn't crack the alley in two and get us all kicked out.

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The event was held in Boston at a bowling alley part nightclub that spanned three floors and was super cool and super classy. (where was my camera?) Beforehand JB & I got to spend some great time with Mr. Ryan and no-longer-baby Drew; then we beamed watching Mike so competently handle this big event; we loved meeting his and our daughter Jess's friends; we were tickled that JB's art and the donated art of several of my blog friends (Lo, Lori, Pam, Marianne, in spirit Mim) was very much appreciated and contributed to a good cause.

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It had been a hard long difficult week. Really I'd had a week from hell, and I don't say that very often. It was good to get away and good to laugh. Such as:

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Mr. Ryan proudly announced that had just learned about George Washington and Hammerhead Lincoln.

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Ryan, haha, do you mean Abraham Lincoln?

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Yes, he corrected himself, Hammerham Lincoln.

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And not even ten minutes later, he pointed to his chest and said, 'Look, I have nibbles.'

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And today, thrilled to be at my beloved Mr. Sushi's for lunch, I emailed my friend Lo to tell her I was at Mr. Sushi having an organism. Leave it to my Iphone to guess at the O word incorrectly.

And finally, this morning JB and I were checking out of our hotel and the hotel manager approached us.

"I was watching you two at breakfast,'' he said. "Are you twin sisters?"

This was not the first time people have thought JB and I are sisters. But twins!

"No," I said, "We are partners. We've been together 25 years. But I'm getting worried. You know how some people start to look like their dogs?"

"No," he smiled. "You both look great. Even your jewelry is great."

"Well, we are kind of cool," I said.

We all laughed. But oh dear God. From the looks of it JB and I are going to walk arm in arm looking like a pair of elderly old maid sisters one of these days. Maybe even now. This does not bode well for my aspiring babe goal. And since when have we looked alike anyway? Not... :^)

Here's my final thought: If I can laugh because my grandson has nibbles and knows about Hammerhead Lincoln, if I can bowl completely pathetically and live to tell about it; if I can hang out in nightclub bowling alley so totally proud of these two adult children I love so much; if I can have an organism eating sushi; and if I resemble my attractive fashionable partner, well, things can't be that bad, right?

Ask me how I'm doing in a couple of days. Because please god, I'm ready for a new and better week all the way around. And not just for myself....

love kj