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It wouldn’t have been right to wear a hat to The Fonz’s birthday party, but I should have.

When I am getting ready in the bathroom my hair doesn’t look that bad. It doesn’t look GOOD, but it doesn’t look bad.

I always know HOW bad my hair looks by the look on my sister’s face when she sees me.

My hair. Bad.

I tried to do this thing where I pulled the long-ass-bangy type hair out of my face with a cute little clip and then match it on each side. I always think it’s going to look nice, but it ends up looking like Pamela Anderson after filming an all nighter.
The only thing I achieved was pulling the hair back and showing the world how long it’s been since I have had my hair done.

My mom’s birthday party was at this little hall in a park. I didn’t know too many people outside of our family and I was too busy chatting with my brothers and sister to really pay too close attention to anything.
At one point I got up to get something and I looked around and what I saw made me laugh.
At our table we had my brothers, sisters, in-laws, nieces & nephews, mom and about 35 digital cameras. We must have looked like the vainest group of people in the world because the flashing never stopped. Our table was all smiles and posing.

I looked at the other tables and no one else had cameras. Our table was a bunch of people showing the other person the shot they had just got.

“Look at this shot of Robert doing his impression of Jim from Taxi!!”

We all have the same exact pictures too. As soon as I heard that Robert was doing impression of Jim I knew I had to get that picture. He also does Forest Gump, but you can’t really ‘see’ that through pictures.

I had one of those stupid moments again.
Remember when I told you all about the time when the kids were sposta be getting ready for school and they weren’t so I yelled, “Would you please get ready for school and quit jacking off!” I didn’t mean to say that.
I did it again, sort of.
You could hear the band outside and since the hall was pretty small, most of us were out there. Kara started doing the hand jive to the song the band was playing.
I blurt out, “Look, Kara’s doing the hand job!”
No one heard me. No one saw me turn about 14 shades of red either.
“handjive. she’s doing the hand jive. yeah.”

Mom had a great birthday with her kids, grandkids and a lot of people she thought she would never be able to see again. She had fun.

We have the pictures to prove it too.