Happy Birthday Jan Sass!

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Today is my friend Janice's birthday. Our friendship has weathered many storms. Like the time in '94 when we almost got in a fist fight at Broadripple. Yeah, you know what you did. Janice is like the tortes and I'm the hare. I dance circles around her while she slowly and methodically plans out her attack. She's great at keeping her mouth shut. While I'm blab, blab, blabbing along- she's quiet and careful. But she does have her weaknesses. Sometimes she holds it all in for so long, she just vomits it all out (and more). Like the time she said, "Yeah, you remember when none of us girls liked you?" I was all, "NO! I don't remember that!" Awkward. We worked through it, along with a million other hiccups. I've laughed with her, cried with her, gossiped with her, cleaned her house, and evan yelled at her. We are a lot like sisters.

Love you Jan. I hope when I'm your age I'm as wise as you. Happy Birthday. Sorry for the less than stellar photo. It's just... you moved away. I never see you anymore. It's all I had. Maybe if you come and visit SOMETIME THIS YEAR I can take a better one.

The Bunko Girls

I’d like to take this time to honor my peeps and give a shout out to my homies. The Bunko Girls. What did I just say? Was I talking gangsta?





I belong to a group of ladies who engage in a little monthly Bunko. Cast your judgmental looks aside, I’m having none of that. Think about the time you went to Wal-Mart on a Friday night. Now that was gambling! This is NOT gambling. It’s paying 3 bucks for a night well spent. And at the end of the night you may win a huge jackpot of $7.50 or so. Wikpedia says gambling is the act of playing for stakes in the hope of winning (including the payment of a price for a chance to win a prize). That’s totally NOT what we do. The $3 is the fee, the Fun is the prize. There’s a 100% chance you are going to have fun. So, where’s the gamble in that? Besides, in well over a year of playing, I have never taken home one red cent. I think the dice are rigged. In my former low self esteem days, I would have thought the girls were out to get me.



Next time I’m gonna stop at the gas and sip, buy Jody a Polar Pop and myself a couple Scratch Offs. Then, that will be gambling.

Thanks Ro Ro for the St. Patty's Day Shenanigans. Also Shannon 2.0 and Tra Nay Cy for... you know what you did.