Meanderings.

My mother is turning 55 years old on Sunday. What does one do for a 55 year old who is bitter about life in general? Throw her a surprise party! The best part - SHE HATES SURPRISES. Tough shit, Jan. You need a pick me up. We are doing it this Saturday, at my cousins house, under the guise of a Labor Day fiesta. She's either gonna love it or hate it, I'm currently leaning more towards the latter. Most of my free time - HA! - is spent planning and plotting this little party. It's only going to be our family, and I've got people cooking a lot of it and bringing it with them. Friday I will run and order balloons from Party City, pick up decorations and whatnot and BAM! Instant party on Saturday.

I'm also working on a photo collage for her as well, just for display purposes, and if she wishes to keep it then great. It's more or less some old photos, some more recent and a few thrown in there for entertainment value. Mainly her nieces and nephews and daughters, and definitely not her or her sisters.


Aside from that, there isn't much else going on here this week. Or rather, there is, but I'm not quite ready to discuss it or type it out. Not to mention, I have not one blessed clue if anyone even reads this. Hello? Any one?