Haines His Way

Oh.

Will we never get to page ten?

My father made my mother promise he would not have an open casket. By the time my mother passed away, cremation was an acceptable option.

DR Sandra told me what she wants when she passes on. She wishes to be made into a diamond that I shall wear in a necklace.

I had an egg salad and bacon sandwich at eleven.  It was not as good as it usually is (at Aroma Cafe).  I'm trying to figure out what else I shall want to nosh on.  I think a nice box of Milk Duds may be in the offing.

Until the moment I saw the casket at my mother’s funeral I had no idea she was being buried, all my life she said she was to be cremated.  Later I found out she relented to my father’s wishes at the end and consented to the funeral.

When my sister and I were driving to make the arrangements for my father’s service she completely shocked me with her statement “Dad wanted to be cremated”.  I was grateful for two things, one that I had the foresight to send him to the cemetery where my mother was, and two that I was driving the car so she was forced to continue on with me & could not make her own arrangements without me.  It was very important to me that my father have a Jewish service and a similar funeral as he chose for my mother.

When my mother died, we had a family fight (not something my family usually does, we're normally a very peaceful group).  My father wanted an open casket for Mother's funeral service (she was to be cremated after the service).  My sister flew into a fit, calling the open casket idea "barbaric", and crying and sobbing all over the place.  It fell to me to have the other option discussed - to have an open-casket viewing, with a closed casket for the service.  My father was able to agree to this.  It made saying good-bye to his wife of so many years a lot easier for him, and kept some level of peace in the family.

I'm surpised DerBrucer didn't post this one....the turtle that was swallowed by a dog AND LIVED.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070216/ap_on_fe_st/dog_eats_turtle;_ylt=Aj1ZyNN14IoS4h5wpE0PmpguQE4F

Time to get ready for the only show I'm interested in viewing tonight...that I'll actually get to watch on a decent sized TV.  Ugly Betty.

I'm betting that der B has already booked all the other TVs when I'll want to watch Iron Chef America.  

"Don't you think she looks tired?" asked the Doctor.

George should remember that one!

I had to look it up (it's been a while ), but it all came back to me.

Get your copy, or two,  today!!"

...or ten!

DR Sandra told me what she wants when she passes on. She wishes to be made into a diamond that I shall wear in a necklace.

Or you can put it on a collar for the cat.

We had two criers today at preschool. Trevor just did not want his mother to leave. We had just gotten him calmed down when Joe came in crying. That started Trevor going again. And every time Trevor cries, he gets hiccups. It would be funny if it wasn't, you know, sad.

And then Brandon poured his alphabet soup all over his pants at lunch. It wasn't an accident or anything. He just poured his soup in his lap. I get that he didn't want to eat it, but still.

It was all over his pants and a lot was on his shirt too, so I had to get him some new clothes from the cupboard. I found a lovely pair of leopard-spotted pants, but I didn't think his dad would be too pleased with them when he came to pick him up, so I opted for the denim jeans. And a shirt that said "Someone in South Dakota loves me."

I put his soupy clothes in a bag with a note that said:

Brandon
(It's soup-- not vomit)