My new building of one year is owned by a character. A woman of eighty, she's the sibling to eight. She's married four times, as they keep dying "underneath her" she tells me, she runs a
tight ship. At her directives, and the support of backstage cast of patient patients, she's created an serene, homelike environment. The building is amazing with it's topiary, bubbling fountain, matching everything, plants, lazy sleeping cat. It has a pool and very clean garage, too clean sometimes for my dirty truck (sorry, between paying for a car wash and a full tank of gas...) The building has a sense of Barbary Lane, with a little Melrose Place, and of course The Golden Girls. The sense of community is enormous, and so's the sense of pride. It's very family like and private when it needs to be. Tempers flare occasionally but inevitably resolve. This is my new home. The Landlady makes for good stories. She interviewed me on many levels when I first came a calling. Financially, personally, socially, she wanted to make sure I'd fit. I passed. I knew I was being tested and it was at a time I was not wanting to be, but went with my gut. "I'm going to live in that place with the animal/shrubs." "Let's see what this woman is all about," I'd think to myself. I got my keys and entered into my new life. I owe Ginnie the price of admission, but I'd like to think I've provided a couple of great new attractions in this amusement park. Here are some pix of her party.My nephew (blood) Colin was born on the eighteenth of last year. May was a very tumultuous month last year. My best friend out here got engaged, my sister gave birth and I ended a ten year relationship that had been my base. Everything hit the fan, and settles as we speak. My sister had tried hard to have a third child in her family and was rewarded with the most beautiful boy in the world. I mean it and have the photos to prove it.
Hard work is soooo paid off. I believe this. The side joke in the Family, as there always is one, was whoever was able to guess the date of the birth of the expectant prince would get the 'pot'. Cash was irrelevant at this time in my life, I had just dropped a ton of coin to rebuild my life, I wanted legacy; let the prize be the name. She had decided that the middle name would be Adam, after our grandfather and the first was undecided. I begged her to let me name him Sam. As his full initials would spell out his first name i.e. S.A.M., I thought that would be FIERCE. She would have nothing of this plan, thinking that it would be appalling to name her child Sam Adam(s). She wouldn't have her prince the but of beer jokes. Maybe she couldn't own up to the fact the baby was born under a veil of beer why not document it? Either way, I didn't get the name or the cash. My family.............anyway, Colin is One and beautiful.My other nephews(non blood) were born on the 27th. Let me explain. I started my life on the west coast (is it one word yet?) in 2001 with a series of small jobs. As the dust settled I searched for a job that I vowed would be "The Last Restaurant I Would Ever Work In Before I Was Successful In The Industry". That's a mouthful, I know. But I meant it. I was determined that I would cultivate a healthy relationship with a restaurant that would negate all the bad ones' prior. I would lay down the law, the sword and the bullshit; all intermittently. I met Robin Hood at this time. You can track him down on my other blog for some history. But Rob and I had each other's backs at 'hello'. It's amazing what the east coast breeds. Oh, now I remember, class. Rob and his lady Kris asked me to marry them, and we did. A most beautiful day. And then we watched their lives grow towards kids. And it did. They had a hell of time getting there, but they did (side note, I was living with them, sitting in our living room at the time, when they got the word from fertility Doctor Hatch-no lie-that they were pg). The pregnancy was met with adversity and lots of prayer. Lots of soup and lots of love went into this birth, it took a village this time around. When I held these two little preemies in my hand I couldn't believe how small Life could be, and how big at the same moment. My friends, the parents, were beyond exhausted at this point, but had achieved the most incredible goal I've yet to witness firsthand. These babies were slightly bigger than corn cobs when we met. Today I got to see them with fifty two weeks under there soon to be Prada belts. Amazing. The only atrocity involved was how I had to see them. Goofy's Kitchen. I can't say any more as it was tough. The lengths we go to for friends.
There's many things to celebrate every month just heading towards December, I feel like we're just filling in the spaces of some karmic bingo card. I will cover all the spaces, I don't even need to win, as long as I'm in the running.
PS My family could send more pictures. I wouldn't mind it.
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