Wow. Hello friends! It has been far too long, I know. I do plan on updating you on the Goombas and life in Mario-World soon, but today, I just couldn't pass up sharing this story....
Mario and Luigi got home from school a little while ago and we are having one of those rare afternoons where they all like each other (even Peach) and are playing all together. It is some kind of combination Hot Wheels racing/restaurant/fairy game. Don't try to understand, just go with it.
Apparently, on the way to "Kitchen Town," there was a terrible car accident. Now, do you remember when you were a kid and you would call the police to come help everyone? Yeah, that is what we did, too. It would be the "natural" response. But, here is how the scene of the accident played out in our hallway:
Mario: We have been driving forever!
Luigi: I know right!
Peach: Me, too!
Mario: Oh no! It's a terrible car accident! Everyone crashed!
(boys make car crashing sounds and smash Hot Wheels together.)
Mario: Better call our insurance. Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there! (singing the jingle perfectly)
Luigi: I have Farmers, bah bah da bah, bum, bum, bum! (also singing the jingle perfectly)
Peach: What kind do I have?
Mario: You can have State Farm, too.
Bowser and me: (blank expressions) *blink, blink*
Me: Did they just call their insurance agents?
Bowser: Yup.
Well played, advertising executives. Well played.
Cheers!
Daisy
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
All I Want for Christmas...
Dear Santa,
It's that time of year again. I'm sure you are up in the North Pole, loading up on cookies, exercising the reindeer, and packing up your gigantic bag of goodies to deliver across the world. But, if you have just a moment to spare, I would like you to read my letter. I have something I really need this year, and if you could help, that would really rock my world.
Now, normally, I would ask you for a day off from my job as mom Or for a never-ending supply of beer in my fridge. I might ask for endless amounts of money so that I can PAY someone to clean this house of ours. On a different year, I might request you to bring me some bling from Tiffany's. I might even ask for a new mini-van, a week in the Bahamas--sans Goombas, complete with unlimited beverages, or a live-in chef/personal trainer to help me lose these last freakin' 10 pounds that just won't budge. On a normal year. But, Mr. Clause, this is not a normal year.
And so I ask you this...
Please bring peace to Luigi and my family. That is all I ask. I want my darling Luigi to not feel scared, or anxious, or overwhelmed, or stressed, or too big for his skin anymore. I want the real Luigi to shine through for all the world to see--the Luigi who asks me, quietly in his bed at night, if he was good enough to be on your "nice" list today. The Luigi who stops in the middle of everything he is doing, to run over and give me a hug just to say "I love you." I want Mario and Peach to understand that their brother might need just a little bit of extra help with some things. I want Bowser and I to have the patience to give him that help. I want the doctors he sees, to have the wisdom to know what he needs, without going overboard, or under-treating. I want his teachers to continue to help and guide him with patience that I'm not sure I could ever possess. I want him to sleep peacefully through the night, without a nightmare, or an unknown terror causing him to cry out. I want him to know, truly in his heart, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is mine and that I love him more than anything in the world. Please, Santa, please. Bring my Luigi peace.
love,
Daisy
It's that time of year again. I'm sure you are up in the North Pole, loading up on cookies, exercising the reindeer, and packing up your gigantic bag of goodies to deliver across the world. But, if you have just a moment to spare, I would like you to read my letter. I have something I really need this year, and if you could help, that would really rock my world.
Now, normally, I would ask you for a day off from my job as mom Or for a never-ending supply of beer in my fridge. I might ask for endless amounts of money so that I can PAY someone to clean this house of ours. On a different year, I might request you to bring me some bling from Tiffany's. I might even ask for a new mini-van, a week in the Bahamas--sans Goombas, complete with unlimited beverages, or a live-in chef/personal trainer to help me lose these last freakin' 10 pounds that just won't budge. On a normal year. But, Mr. Clause, this is not a normal year.
And so I ask you this...
Please bring peace to Luigi and my family. That is all I ask. I want my darling Luigi to not feel scared, or anxious, or overwhelmed, or stressed, or too big for his skin anymore. I want the real Luigi to shine through for all the world to see--the Luigi who asks me, quietly in his bed at night, if he was good enough to be on your "nice" list today. The Luigi who stops in the middle of everything he is doing, to run over and give me a hug just to say "I love you." I want Mario and Peach to understand that their brother might need just a little bit of extra help with some things. I want Bowser and I to have the patience to give him that help. I want the doctors he sees, to have the wisdom to know what he needs, without going overboard, or under-treating. I want his teachers to continue to help and guide him with patience that I'm not sure I could ever possess. I want him to sleep peacefully through the night, without a nightmare, or an unknown terror causing him to cry out. I want him to know, truly in his heart, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is mine and that I love him more than anything in the world. Please, Santa, please. Bring my Luigi peace.
love,
Daisy
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Birthday Fun
At the request of Uncle Corelone--who you NEVER turn down a request from--here is a little tidbit about celebrating the Papa's 60th birthday...
A couple of weeks ago, I got to fly on an airplane, by myself, to see my dad, by myself, for his 60th birthday party, by myself. Did I mention that there were no Goombas with me and that I was BY MYSELF??? Oh, ok then. Just so we are clear on that.
I arrived Friday afternoon and got to spend some awesome quality time with the Zaz and the Pop. That doesn't happen very often anymore, so it was really very nice. A bit later, Uncle Corleone came with my cousin Lil' Corleone. As I am the oldest (by far, ugh) of all my cousins, it was so great to get to spend some time with a teenager and do all kinds of fun girlie stuff. Also, with the Corleones, my brother, Don Juan and his new girlfriend came. Just for the sake of keeping track of who belongs with whom, let's call her Ms. Juan.
Since it was unseasonably warm for mid-November, we spent Friday evening sitting out on the deck, laughing and having drinks. Ms. Juan and I bonded instantly over a bottle of vodka. That we ended up mixing with old wine coolers. Just for the record... That is NOT a good combination.
The next morning, dear, sweet Uncle Corleone woke everyone up to the sound of a bullhorn at about 7 a.m. But, since he doesn't scare me, I just gave him a dirty look, rolled back over and went back to sleep. There were NO Goombas--I was not waking up at the crack of dawn!
Later in the day, my other brother, Law-Man arrived in town, unfortunately without Mrs. Law-Man, but I guess we will take him anyway. Even more exciting, around lunch time, Auntie Mets came and totally surprised the pants off of the Papa.
It was loud, there was lots of food and there was even more beverage. And the official party hadn't even started yet!
That evening we went to a local restaurant and sat in a private area to celebrate 60 years of the Papa. The booze flowed like wine and we all shared our favorite memories. For some reason, most of the memories somehow came back around to Don Juan's childhood antics.... not sure how that happened, but ok. Now, it could have been the rum talking, but I did get a little teary-eyed when I gave my toast to dad. I mean, after all, Daddy, I really am so lucky to have turned out "just like you."
By Sunday, everyone was stuffed full of food and trying to ease their hangovers with some "hair of the dog." I hated to leave so soon, but alas, the Goombas and Bowser needed me. I was so happy to have spent the weekend with family that I don't get to see very often. Really, in short, I think the best way to describe it is simple: A good time was had by all.
Cheers! Happy Birthday, Daddy!
Love,
Daisy
ps--there's your blog, Uncle Corelone! And Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes. The end.
A couple of weeks ago, I got to fly on an airplane, by myself, to see my dad, by myself, for his 60th birthday party, by myself. Did I mention that there were no Goombas with me and that I was BY MYSELF??? Oh, ok then. Just so we are clear on that.
I arrived Friday afternoon and got to spend some awesome quality time with the Zaz and the Pop. That doesn't happen very often anymore, so it was really very nice. A bit later, Uncle Corleone came with my cousin Lil' Corleone. As I am the oldest (by far, ugh) of all my cousins, it was so great to get to spend some time with a teenager and do all kinds of fun girlie stuff. Also, with the Corleones, my brother, Don Juan and his new girlfriend came. Just for the sake of keeping track of who belongs with whom, let's call her Ms. Juan.
Since it was unseasonably warm for mid-November, we spent Friday evening sitting out on the deck, laughing and having drinks. Ms. Juan and I bonded instantly over a bottle of vodka. That we ended up mixing with old wine coolers. Just for the record... That is NOT a good combination.
The next morning, dear, sweet Uncle Corleone woke everyone up to the sound of a bullhorn at about 7 a.m. But, since he doesn't scare me, I just gave him a dirty look, rolled back over and went back to sleep. There were NO Goombas--I was not waking up at the crack of dawn!
Later in the day, my other brother, Law-Man arrived in town, unfortunately without Mrs. Law-Man, but I guess we will take him anyway. Even more exciting, around lunch time, Auntie Mets came and totally surprised the pants off of the Papa.
It was loud, there was lots of food and there was even more beverage. And the official party hadn't even started yet!
That evening we went to a local restaurant and sat in a private area to celebrate 60 years of the Papa. The booze flowed like wine and we all shared our favorite memories. For some reason, most of the memories somehow came back around to Don Juan's childhood antics.... not sure how that happened, but ok. Now, it could have been the rum talking, but I did get a little teary-eyed when I gave my toast to dad. I mean, after all, Daddy, I really am so lucky to have turned out "just like you."
By Sunday, everyone was stuffed full of food and trying to ease their hangovers with some "hair of the dog." I hated to leave so soon, but alas, the Goombas and Bowser needed me. I was so happy to have spent the weekend with family that I don't get to see very often. Really, in short, I think the best way to describe it is simple: A good time was had by all.
Cheers! Happy Birthday, Daddy!
Love,
Daisy
ps--there's your blog, Uncle Corelone! And Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes. The end.
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