Skidding in sideways

These are words to live by. All credit to my stepmom, Colleen, for forwarding this on to me. Thank you for the reminder!

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming, "Whooo-hoo! What a ride!"

My Mamacita Approacheth!

I just had to make a visit to my long-neglected blog to note for posterity that my mother is coming to visit me this weekend and I'm so very excited to see her. Oh, the eating and drinking and laughing and debate-watching and Farmer's Market-going and thrift store shopping we'll do!

Here are my blogified prayers for her safe journey through the perils of the Chicago tollway system (in a light rain, no less), and a speedy arrival at my Dragon doorstep.

I love you, Mom!