This September, I frickin Remember....

Life is like lemons.....sour.  And I don't like yucky things to do, like clean bathrooms, paint, lift boxes, sweat!!!!! fly, be tired all the time.  Is it menopause?  cause I'm crabby?  cause I'm tired?  cause I hate everything?   I think not!!!  It's moving everything and it's alll hard stuff and inconvienent. 

Queens have servants doing these things. The Mob has people doing things for them.  Dallas socialites have people doing things for them...... I do believe I am, if not one of the above, all of the above.  But nooooooooooooooooo, outside of painting the outside of a house, somebody I know thinks that everything can be done in a couple of hours.

Thus, I am done with September, since Labor Day, I have done labor and am done, done, done. 

I planned on writing more, however, I have to clean out a closet or two.

By the end of the month, I've packed 100 boxes, unpacked 25, moved 25 and reorganized my Dallas house to accomodate more clothing, more kitchenware, more household items.  Now......I need a bigger Dallas house.  AND we are landlords. 

As any landlord would prefer, we hoped to rent to nice a family, one that appreciates the work we have done, one that will take pride in keeping the place nicely as their own, one that has if any, has a little dog, that has beautiful furniture in which to showcase the house when we sell, and one that allow us to sleep over and visit our house whenever we want.  Done and Done!

Such a SAD month during such a FUN month.

This is not the August Schmugust and I hope it ends on a good note.  I hate cancer, and I hate cancer alot....did I say...I hate cancer.  No creature, big or small, black or white, or black and white, should have this decease.  Burton does.  Mass Cell Tumor (MCT)

Amputation???  No!  Drop everything, literally is what we did in California while making such progress in preparing a house to prepare us to be landlords.  What kind of sick son-of-a-bitch, resorts to amputation of an entire limb to get rid of MCT on Burton's paw.  Second opinion please. 

How am I going to take care of a three legged dog when I'm barely walking on two legs.  One of 3 pins is "popping" out of it's place making it a longer recovery from this old war injury.  This is not fair.  No worries.....Mark is......oh wait.....in Japan.  No worries.....my kids are.....oh wait, working, living, busy.

No worries Burton, it's just you and me and our love for one another as Bear protects us.  Oh wait....I'm the bad guy that has to take Burton in for scary surgery and treatments. 

I have to say we had soooo much fun this month.....really!!! we really did!  (by the way, this is me continuing with my post).  We went to Vail to enjoy company, spa treatments, golf....(but no walking or hiking, that is my FAVORITE).  THEN....... we went to NYC, business with pleasure with family.

Move over Kim Kardashian and new husband who I never heard of, the DuPonts stay at the Ganesvoort toooooo.  You know that I'm serious since I spelled Kardashian and Ganesvoort correctly.  It is beautiful, hip, fun.  Marked walked to meetings along with at least 1 million guys with brief cases.  I went shopping with at least 2 million looky loos.....what the hell.....get out of my way, what is wrong with these people.

Oh, wait, there was an earthquake felt and everyone left their buildings for fear of something ELSE.  Sooooorrrrrrryyyyyy, I gave those people the pfftss.

And then we went to the Yankee Game with Michael and Stephanie and Barry and company, very fun company, very nice suite.    And then.....we left at the bottom of the 8th with the yanks losing 6-0.  And then......they had the greatest comeback to lose 7-6. 
And then.......we went to Knight Ranger.  we are such rock star life stylers.
And then......we went back stage and kissed Jack Blades, yes Mark did too, they are besties and we are now family.

Take THAT... cancer for trying to ruin things.........

"I drink alone"....It's a song, ya know

I drink with friends.  I drink with family.  I drink with dogs.
my whole mind fogs....

I packed the house, I packed the car, I pack a box to ship so far.

I fly here, I fly there, I fly just about everywhere.

This month I cleaned, this month I preened, this month I cried, you ask me "why".

It's my big toe, oh I don't know, a swollen foot, who gives a hoot.

I will be fine and then I'll dine, I shall dine and I'll be fine

But I want ANOTHER one

Did anyone think that the MOB position would be everlasting?  Well it is, particularly when the wedding planning continues.  In actuality, I can now plan a wedding in 2 weeks.  Anyone need help? 

Torrington Country Club, was the beautiful setting for the quintessential New England reception.  The music was not as loud, the dancing still happened, we had more room AND there was still singing going on.  Missed were some cousins!!!!  Tyler, Danielle, JohnGuy, Tia....not coming to either reception??  Thank you Dan the Man for making an appearance in Connecticut. 

At the end of this reception, it was kind of like.....now what.  What does an MOB do now?  well.........take care of the wedding dress, pick up after the bride and groom, package the gifts, package the welcome tokens, (which happen to be 100 tiki shot glasses and sun screen), etc.  There is alot and I'm happily still the MOB.

Mays, Grey and more parties!

Whew!  ya know, just because the wedding is over, does not mean I am NOT the MOB, I will be the MOB for quite some time.  I think I deserve a vacay in Bora Bora....the happy couple are pretty lucky that I did not accompany them.  However, we probably could have stowed away in one of their bungalow bedrooms and they would never have known...shhhhhhhh

On to golf in Texas.  Pilots for Kids started off the charity golf season, followed by Byron Nelson Classic at our golf club.  As always, these events bring people to us from all over and the Byron included my kids, to include Mike and Jen, Mom and my cousin, the talented Johnny.  Hot, hot, it was hot outside, but with the Ketel One air conditioned tent, I was just fine.  What a great way to enjoy Memorial weekend.