Divorced, living at home with my Mom (The Fan), Dad (The Secret Weapon), Buddy and Loopy. How many parents would give up their master suite for their kid to live in with her kid, and also give up their office space for the other kid? Not as many as you'd think, but mine did. Unconditionally. Cheerfully.
I lived at home, worked at Mount Royal Collegiate in the Guidance office (can you hardly wait for Miss Guided? I can't.) and coaching the Varsity Co-ed Cheerleading team. In the spring of '98, we won every competition we entered. This is in part to my excellent taste in music. Do you know of any other cheerleading teams that danced to music by AC/DC, The Rolling Stones, The Temptations, The Four Tops, The Prodigy, Blur, The Cars and a Pepto-Bismol jingle? In one season? I was also going to university...
If I had a billion dollars I would:
Go to Europe and see all of the places I've been reading about in art history. I would go to Paris and look into the same mirrors as Marie Antoinette in the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles. I would go to Istanbul and see the Hagia Sophia. In London I would go to the Royal Museum and see Lord Elgin's marbles. Then I would go to Athens to see the ruins of Ancient Greece and to Italy... where I would toss a coin into the Trevi fountain and make a wish. Then I would return home and make the rest of my money work for me. I'd give a big donation to the hospital where Loopy was born, to buy more "plastic houses" (incubators) for premature babies.
Five things I have to do today:
- Drop Duke off at the vet for his little - uh-hm! neutering. At the behest of Bob Barker, you know.
- Drop Wrigley off at doggie spa for a shampoo and brush.
- Andrew is coming over with boxes of papers from his mother's house. He has to sort through them so I'm going to help.
- Take my mother the one litre bottle of Kahlua we brought her from Mexico
- I have to clean out the fridge. How I hate cleaning out the fridge, but it must be done.
And there you have it. Mundane. In spades.