Glad Påsk

That’s Swedish for Happy Easter.  I received an Easter greeting via FB from au pair #2 this morning, the first of four wonderful Swedish women that took loving care of our kids many moons ago.

The Foster City social calendar is getting out of hand.  Today will be four straight engagements. I mean, I like people for the most part, but come on! Doesn’t anybody realize I need large quantities of DJ time?

Thursday night we went up to Chapeau!, which has been featured many a time in this blog.  On the way up, I read a passage from my 1/22/10 post detailing the heroics of #1 during one of our prior visits.  I also realized that every time I reference the owner Phillipe, I call him “effusive”.  I promise to consult with Roget next time.

Friday was #1’s 65th birthday, so we went to his house and had a bunch of tasty, homemade Mexican food that his wife assembled. Sure. Barbie does not cook, so #1 put this feast together. My wife made a delectable olive oil cake to celebrate.

Last night was the driveway cocktail team at our house.  I helped my wife with a lasagna, which fortunately will provide two additional meals for us. At one point our neighbor was telling my wife to get back into the pool.  She explained that she was not able to swim for several months due to her elbow.  The neighbor said she should still get in the water.  I suggested she stand in the guest bathroom tub an hour or two a day.

Today we go back to #1’s house for an early Easter supper of enchiladas and leftovers from Friday. This will be a laid-back affair, as my wife said there should only be about 5 of us.  It looks like TCG and Katie will not be joining us.  Perhaps they are prepping for Greek Easter. If you ever read my damn blog, you’d know I call that Greaster.

My bracket is busted. I’m in 18th place. My pick of Marquette taking it all was not my wisest choice. I expect to pick up some points with a Purdue win this afternoon, but that might get me into 17th place.  It is my fervent hope that Duke gets pasted today.

I’m getting together with the Phoenix Flyboy next week.  We have not seen one another for many years.  I’m not sure how many, but I’m sure he’ll be able to tell me, as he cherishes every moment he’s ever spent with me.

You guys ever heard of Bhad Bhabie?  Wikipedia describes her as an “American rapper and Internet personality”. She first came to prominence thanks to the self-effacing Dr. Phil. I’ve included the article below in case you’d like to begin your research.  On a side note, I thought that Bhad Bhabie and Bad Bunny would have made a nice couple.

https://www.tmz.com/2024/03/03/bhad-bhabie-danielle-bregoli-fight-video-restaurant-pregnant-baby-daddy-argue/

I heard through the grapevine that my pal The Exec has bought himself a new RV. I could easily see him going Mad Max in the future.  I thought this might be a good look for his new home away from home.

Lastly, word on the street is this guy got a better offer in Binghamton.

Where Am I?

As I texted to my old pal 4M the other day, I was wondering if I had died and gone to hell, or I was just at the San Mateo DMV. It turned out it was the latter. Of course, I had made an appointment.  I wouldn’t have gone anywhere near the joint if I hadn’t. The mass of humanity I encountered there was frightening, so I was on edge until my number came up.  I was applying for a REAL ID and since the name on my passport and the name on my license differ, I had to do the paperwork dance. My passport has my middle name, and my license didn’t. After making my $45 contribution, I had to get a new photo taken.  My timing was bad. I had just gotten a haircut, but one that was dictated by my wife to our haircutter.  The wife wants it longer so it can be combed back, since the girl’s wedding is coming up soon.  So after my haircut and before my DMV appointment, I gelled it up real good and brushed it back.  Since it was still pretty short, by the time the gel dried up, my hair was sticking up an inch or two.  This is the picture that will probably be on my license for the rest of my life, an Eraserhead look, except in gray.

Multi-billionaire and Binghamton grad Jeff Yass made the pilgrimage to Mar-A-Logo to chat with the Orange Duce about TikTok.  Trump had previously been for banning the app, but he had a change of heart after Yass’ visit.  I mentioned to #1 that I had seen this news on Chris Hayes’ show.  All he said was “F@#%ERS!!”. We agreed wholeheartedly. You can read more here.

https://www.politico.com/news/2024/03/14/trump-tiktok-billionaire-donors-00146892

Speaking of #1, I tried to give him some of my peerless investment advice. I let him know Wednesday that he still had time to join me in an ADBE strangle. I had a $590 call and a $560 put.  They reported after hours yesterday and the street was disappointed, dropping the stock $80 this morning. I made a tidy profit after deducting the call cost. But in reality, it is not a good idea to give friends betting investment tips, as that could cause a contretemps. 

Ask Your Doctor

As I mentioned in my last post, I recently had my annual physical.  During my visit, I asked my doctor about Skyrizi, Ozempic, Chantix and Otezla.  He ordered me to stop watching TV for a month.

Elsewhere on the medical front, my wife took a tumble on Sunday and broke her pinky finger and her elbow.  The elbow required surgery, so now I’m doing the cooking AND the cleaning, as well as other tasks as needed. But, no worries, I do it out of love.  However, in our time of great need, #1 decided this would be a good time to fly off to Paris.  I’m surprised the SOB didn’t ask me for a ride to SFO.

Have you been keeping up with the royals? I have! I saw that an exhausted Camilla was taking a break from royal duties.  Cutting ribbons and trying to keep that horndog Charles happy cannot be easy. And a headline in today’s Daily Beast asked the question if Prince Edward’s royal moment had finally come.  All I can say is I certainly hope so.

In celeb news, Tish Cyrus hired security to keep her daughter Noah out of her wedding, and it was not because Noah is scary looking.  Apparently, Noah used to “date” the groom.  That entire family gives me the creeps.

The swag bags at the Oscars are valued at $178k. We’re all going to hell.  

Have a nice weekend.