Sunday Mornings

Sunday mornings are my favorite.  They always have been.  Now, my honey and I have our own Sunday morning ritual and it's wonderful--but nothing compares to those Sunday mornings when I was a little girl...

Every Sunday morning--EVERY--Daddy would drive downtown to the kosher deli--Gross's, and then to the kosher bakery--Karsh's.  As you can imagine, Beth and I always wanted to go anywhere with Daddy.  Plus, and this was the best part, Daddy would always buy each of us a Joyva Joys raspberry candy bar.  Yummy.  That is one tradition I passed along to my boys.

If you don't know what a Joyva candy bar is you are totally missing out.  They are a raspberry jelly bar coated in dark chocolate.

Yummy! I could eat one right now. And when I do, I'll think about Daddy. I always do. I'll probably call Dave to brag, too!

You know how some families are sweet, loving, and...sappy?

Well, we are not a sappy family. No mush. My parents raised us on sarcasm and humor. We were always laughing in our house. And cracking jokes. And burning each other--haha, burn!

One time when were in family counseling--all five of us were in attendance--the therapist commented that we were like the Marx brothers. His head was spinning. Poor thing just couldn't keep up with us.

And whatever you do, don't buy me a sweet card for any birthday, holiday, or just because. Blech! Sarcastic and funny cards for me.

So imagine my surprise when my sister Beth turned into a mushy, sappy woman. You should just see her with her husband of one week, Bruce. Yes, it's their one week anniversary and they are going out to dinner and a movie to celebrate. So, I have to admit, I did call and wish her a happy one week anniversary. Two reasons, one, it was funny, and two, knowing how sappy she has become, I knew it would make her happy. ~

Hello blog!

Hello blog!

I think I recognize you. If I squint real hard and shake my head a couple times. Yes. You're starting to look familiar.

Well, kinda sorta. Some things look familiar--but WOW have things changed.

I did my stint in El Paso. And it was definitely NOT very part-time-ish. I was there until one of the auditors in our department took a position within the Company and my boss asked me if I would prefer that he hire someone for Phoenix or El Paso. What?! Are you kidding me? I jumped at the chance to come back to Phoenix.

And in Phoenix I have been for the last year.

So here's the rundown--Reader's Digest version--ready, set, go!

• got job,
• rented one unit of four-plex in El Paso,
• packed stuff,
• rented U-haul,
• Dale drove U-haul--Sherri the car with Derik and Latke (my kitty) in tow--to El Paso,
• unpacked stuff,
• Dale went home,
• Derik stayed,
• enrolled Derik in school,
• Sherri went to work,
• Dale went to work,
• Drew went to school,
• Derik didn't go to school,
• Mom and sister Beth moved into house in Phoenix,
• Derik moved back to Phoenix,
• Nephews moved into house in Phoenix,
• Latke moved back to Phoenix,
• Beth moved in with boyfriend (boyfriend?!) Bruce,
• packed stuff,
• rented U-haul,
• Dale drove U-haul--Sherri the car with Derik--to Phoenix,
• unpacked stuff,
• went to work,
• Nephews moved out,
• Mom moved out,
• Beth got engaged,
• Drew got engaged,
• Drew applied to many medical schools,
• Derik dropped out of high school,
• Beth got married.

Whew! Two years went by just like that.

And THAT's what you missed with shewbee...