the more we get together . . .

yesterday i walked my five miles, went to lunch with old friends, got my hair clipped, ate Kentucky rolls at our favorite sushi place with Kidlet, watched the newest Muppet movie and went to bed.  it was a very good day.

why you ask?  because the more things change, the more they stay the same. 

you'd think with all the walking, i would be a stick but in truth, i eat too much . . .  be it fried fish sammies, Kentucky rolls or mint chocolate cookie frozen yogurt.  i should cut back.  its been this way since i was 14 except then i really was a stick . . .  128 pounds on a 5'9" frame.  stick.  on the other hand, i love food, i'm in good health and being a stick is over-rated.  i like me.  non-stick frame and all.  old age rocks.

the photo of me on the right was taken last June.  sometime in October i had it all sheared off.  now i am growing it back.  except for my hippy era waist length tresses, that's the way i roll . . . short, not short, short, not short. 

on the way home from dinner, Kidlet inquired about learning to drive a stick again.  it should be noted that when she first got her permit at 15, we tried with little success.  but now with almost ten years of driving under her belt, she wanted to try again.  not too shabby until she got nervous and the Miata got testy and then the air was full of squeals and pops and sputters.  half the time i couldn't tell if the noises were emanating from Kidlet or the Miata.  but she is getting better and the next time she'll nail it.  p.s. the Miata got an extra bucket of oats for patience.

Kidlet didn't care much for the offerings on TV when she was little.  Cartoons did nothing for her.  Blue's Clues?  nada. the New Mickey Mouse Club: zilch.  the only exceptions were old Elvis movies and the Muppets.  i could plop either one into the VCR and she was enraptured.  although her fascination with Elvis waned, thankyouverymuch, her fondness for the Muppets, especially Gonzo endured.  for Easter, her basket held the newest of their movies and last night we finally had a chance to watch it together.  there was my 23 year old fist pumping just as she did when she was three.  the only thing that could have made it better would have been a guest appearance by the King.  but in lieu of bringing back the dead, the cameo by Sheldon made her night. 

see what i mean?  the more things change, the more they stay the same.  and i wouldn't have it any other way.  nope, not i.