“Cause … you’re SO smooth.”
The Slumber Slab.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
“We’ll grab some ZZZZ’s with HER”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JPO !!!
Step up on the temporal transporter pad of your Wells-Class Time Ship for a trip back to our college weekends, Junior and Senior year
(You HAVE upgraded your craft to a WELLS-CLASS ?)
If memory serves, more than a few Saturday nights found the four of us waiting with great anticipation for those oft-since heard words:
“LIVE from New York! Its SATURDAY NIGHT !!!”
The show is entering it’s 38th season. Is this not incredible?!
When SNL first aired in 1975 it almost instantly became a cult phenomenon amongst the college-age crowd. Our weekend duties, plans and studies seemed coordinated around the show’s start time at 11:29:30 p.m. Eastern.
The brilliant, and never duplicated original cast was alternately hilarious, politically cutting and sometimes so silly you had to laugh anyway.
“I want to feed your fingertips to the wolverines.”
The reason the show connects so vividly with JPO, our Birthday Boy, goes back to hours spent, (they were decidedly NOT misspent) in the basement of his Parent’s house.
We would gather in the Senior O’s TV rec room around 10pm Saturday evening with snacks and beverages.
Whoops, hollers and general commotion ensued until 1am, when we would roar 
Ah, youth! Try staying up that late today. And that steep driveway! Do you remember the ice storm of our wedding day and the effort it took to get the JPO-mobile up that slippery slope? What was that little vehicle, a PINTO perhaps?
Thinking back on what a nuisance we were, the Senior O’s must have been Saints. They were sweet, patient, gracious and would only very infrequently ask us to keep it down to a dull roar. The other three sets of parents would never have been so accommodating. These were wonderful people who gave us a safe place to gather. Their home was a haven of security and enjoyment.
It is no surprise they raised such a great son. Here is JPO, cowpoke. How cute is he? Look at all that hair.
Better not complain about this particular picture since I have found WAY worse ones involving beer bottles, green surgical scrubs, fire arms and acts of incivility too controversial to mention.
The little SNL video that follows, in a fit of whimsy, can be cast with Mc A.O. standing in for Lauren Hutton, who makes a brief appearance.
“What a swinging piece of stuff”!
The boys we were soon to marry were then (and occasionally still are) The Wild & Crazy Guys.
“It’s easy to score with us! We’re hard up!”
I shall take on the role of Zhelezna Postruk 
(Obviously this would be before my crest went all grey and I discovered well-fitting undergarments)
The Wild & Crazy Guys
Our wild & crazy guys may have worn bad clothes, but they both grew up to be brilliant and well respected men in their chosen professions.
How these trustworthy, remarkable rocks of stability somehow sprang from the protesting-polyester-plaid seventies, I’ll never know.
They do dress better than they did, although JPO has been recently spotted wearing socks and flip-flops… at the same time.
JPO is an extraordinary husband, a great Dad and a loyal friend.
“ FOXES?!?! Let’s get it out!”
Happy Birthday JPO, or S****O, as you will always be to us.
Thank you so much for all the help and guidance on the home improvement front.
You are my exalted window and door replacement guru.
We love you.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Walking the Line
Today we walked our line. We love the forest. The neighbors on all three sides of our property do not. First the people to our north cut down all their pine, then the south. Lately the furthest away people to our west, (this is the shortest edge of our piece of Earth pie) cut down the pine to raise goats.
More goats. We seem to have a lot of goats.
We saw the results today for the first time. Not too bad. They took a few of our trees (after asking permission) left no big mess and created a few little roads that actually make walking back there easier. No complaints I guess. Just wish people would leave the forest be.
There were raccoon tracks in the creek. A very, very good thing. My knee is wore out.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Forging Freshman Friendships
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Mc. A.O. !!!!
For your birthday enjoyment, a quick trip down memory lane.
You might have heard TRex on the radio….
Nixon was President, the Watergate burglars had just been indicted by a federal grand jury. It was freshman year… 1972.
I had the good fortune to sit beside Mc. A. during the lecture portion of inorganic chemistry (she hadn’t yet married and received her “O”) Such a nice young woman! She is not pictured here, but this was the only photo I could find of H. the swarthy Greek Guy that made up our three-some. He married, then divorced the girl he’s strangling. Can’t seem to remember the plaid-pants-person. Mc A.O. might be behind the camera? Sure wish I still had that shirt.
As the semester progressed bonds of friendship were forged. Eventually we all graduated, married and scattered across the country.
Mc A.O. and I both married wonderful men, (two wild and crazy guys) to whom we are still married. Almost forty years later we are all great friends, family really, a rare and special gift. Months can go by without communication, yet conversations can pick up exactly where they left off. We “get” each others jokes. We have a shared history.
This picture was taken much later, probably early eighties, but honestly, the woman never changes! She is as beautiful, fit and energetic as the day we met in lecture hall. (Remember Dr. Robert Engel’s two-fisted approach to the blackboard?)
In September, 2012 the gorgeous, athletic daughter of the O’s starts freshman year. May she too have such a blessed and fortunate life, and may she find friends with whom life-long bonds can be forged.
Here’s to another forty memorable years of shared birthdays.
We love you, have a wonderful day.
(Who’s boat was that anyway? An O-Craft or a Z-Craft ???? Too old to remember)
Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Silver Bells
"Those seals didn't need their fur anyway..."
There is a legend that this hilarious adult version of "Silver Bells" was created by three friends lubricated on wine, goofing off in the recording studio. Billy Joel on piano, Paul Simon singing and Steve Martin spoken word.
A true Christmas Classic.
We know nothing about being lubricated in the recording studio,<<cough>> NOTHING!
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