This morning, darling Jiejie came over to check in with me. She began to talk to me about Steve Jobs with tears welling. She said she was up last night crying and thinking of all the tremendous contributions that he had made to her life.
I think this speech is amazing and really speaks about Jiejie at this time in her life (or anyone for that matter). Thanks Steve ,
I found the speech on Dinner A Love Story
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Unforgettable
Last weekend my baby sister got married.
We all gathered at the beautiful Alger House in Grosse Pointe , right on the Lake.
As any hugely planned family event, the day was crazy. Mimi was a flower girl along with the Matron of honor's daughter, Amelia.
The two embraced their roles quite seriously, and for months before the ceremony we thought Mimi might back out.
Mimi and Amelia had been schooled on their duties during the rehearsal a few nights earlier and they were like old pros.
The two slowly walked down the aisle with perfect timing and posture, not to mention a solemn tone that was down right regal.
The ceremony was perfect, the bride was her usual fantastically gorgeous self and the groom was very dignified, and handsome but you could also feel his awe of the moment to the back of the room.
I was in the back of the room because I wanted to make sure Mimi didn't make a break for it at the last minute. I had nothing to fear, she stood at the altar with complete focus and completely still through the ceremony.
As the couple began their vows, I glanced behind me at the view of the lake. Autumn is here and the water was turbulent but really beautiful. I knew my dad was there, so proud of his baby. He used to take us to watch the barges and large ships passing by, it was one of his favorite things.
We all then enjoyed a lovely reception and then onto one of my dads favorite haunts when he was young.
The bride and groom invited the bridal party to feather bowl and have a few beers before they departed on their honeymoon.
It was a perfect beginning to a life together.
We all gathered at the beautiful Alger House in Grosse Pointe , right on the Lake.
As any hugely planned family event, the day was crazy. Mimi was a flower girl along with the Matron of honor's daughter, Amelia.
The two embraced their roles quite seriously, and for months before the ceremony we thought Mimi might back out.
Mimi and Amelia had been schooled on their duties during the rehearsal a few nights earlier and they were like old pros.
The two slowly walked down the aisle with perfect timing and posture, not to mention a solemn tone that was down right regal.
The ceremony was perfect, the bride was her usual fantastically gorgeous self and the groom was very dignified, and handsome but you could also feel his awe of the moment to the back of the room.
I was in the back of the room because I wanted to make sure Mimi didn't make a break for it at the last minute. I had nothing to fear, she stood at the altar with complete focus and completely still through the ceremony.
As the couple began their vows, I glanced behind me at the view of the lake. Autumn is here and the water was turbulent but really beautiful. I knew my dad was there, so proud of his baby. He used to take us to watch the barges and large ships passing by, it was one of his favorite things.
We all then enjoyed a lovely reception and then onto one of my dads favorite haunts when he was young.
The bride and groom invited the bridal party to feather bowl and have a few beers before they departed on their honeymoon.
It was a perfect beginning to a life together.
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Monday, October 3, 2011
TCM October 2011 Promo
I am a huge TCM dork and I think their promos are the best around. I love this time of the Autumn and Halloween . The brilliant people at TCM have culminated a crazy collection of films for the month. Aunt Zanne will be happy to see that they have managed to integrate James Dean with "Frankenstein" , Buster Keaton and "Night of The Living Dead"
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Hella Good
Jiej is the human version of Tivo. She knows what I am interested in and she sends along little suggestions to keep me tuned in.
She likes to keep me informed, or obsessy.
The one alert she gave me ages ago was for the Missoni line of clothing at Target. A full line of mod clothing and accessories that were cheap and super cool.
People lined up outside of Target stores at the wee hours of the morning and woke themselves with alarms to online shop.
The line sold out everywhere in a few hours and I was not obsessy enough to participate.
Darling Jiej just sent me this little teaser, and knowing how much I love Gwen Stefani, her style and this being translated into affordable Mimi clothes . I may be setting my alarm.
I love No Doubts cover and I love Gwen's clothes! this girl knows how to wear vintage.
Its All In The Game
I had the extreme pleasure of attending a Detroit Tiger baseball game with Uncle Tim and Alice. The day was perfect! Detroit at its most wonderful.
Terry and I were invited along to celebrate Aunt Alice's birthday and "Holy Mama" I basked in every single moment.
My Dear Dad used to take us girls to the Tiger games when we were young. He would be so excited to take us to the old stadium. He would anxiously brief us on the stats of every player on both teams.(Dear Ole Pa was a bit obsessive in that way).
After all, he was the lone male in a house full of chicks, he had to impart his sporty wisdom on one of us.
We would each get our score card with a little pencil to keep track of RBI's and junk like that.
I truly remember how much I wolfed down the food and how I chose my fave players based on how cute they were in their pictures.
In our household with two television screens, dad would relegate himself to his car am radio to catch the latest games. How guilty should my sisters and I feel? Quite.
Truth be told, my dad probably sealed himself into a Chevy version of a "Cone of Silence" to escape with Ernie Harwell and the sound of the crack of the bat.
My mom still obsessively follows the team, keeping us abreast of all of the major league activities.
I admit that I haven't revealed that I go to the game to eat the glorious hot dogs, drink the cold beer, and watch for the cutest players as they appear on the Trinitron.
The Tigers are doing great, by the way, so for us all is well with the world.
As I entered the beautiful Comerica park I searched for the score cards and little pencils to keep score a little hand in for Dad. I guess they don't do that anymore.
Terry and I were invited along to celebrate Aunt Alice's birthday and "Holy Mama" I basked in every single moment.
My Dear Dad used to take us girls to the Tiger games when we were young. He would be so excited to take us to the old stadium. He would anxiously brief us on the stats of every player on both teams.(Dear Ole Pa was a bit obsessive in that way).
After all, he was the lone male in a house full of chicks, he had to impart his sporty wisdom on one of us.
We would each get our score card with a little pencil to keep track of RBI's and junk like that.
I truly remember how much I wolfed down the food and how I chose my fave players based on how cute they were in their pictures.
In our household with two television screens, dad would relegate himself to his car am radio to catch the latest games. How guilty should my sisters and I feel? Quite.
Truth be told, my dad probably sealed himself into a Chevy version of a "Cone of Silence" to escape with Ernie Harwell and the sound of the crack of the bat.
My mom still obsessively follows the team, keeping us abreast of all of the major league activities.
I admit that I haven't revealed that I go to the game to eat the glorious hot dogs, drink the cold beer, and watch for the cutest players as they appear on the Trinitron.
The Tigers are doing great, by the way, so for us all is well with the world.
As I entered the beautiful Comerica park I searched for the score cards and little pencils to keep score a little hand in for Dad. I guess they don't do that anymore.
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| Ernie Harwell, the voice of baseball |
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Friday, September 23, 2011
Come and Get These Memories
Mimi and Annabel at our park in Saugatuck
A rain storm stroll through the woods(Saugatuck)
The divine Lake Michigan |
| Peach Picking at Cranes |
Sand cities with Uncle Tim and Daddy(camping in Muskegon)
Cleo in her sarcaphagus
Mugging at Port Orleans(Walt Disney World) with Aunt Mimi
The Fabulous Artist point at the Wilderness Lodge
Waiting for a ride on Small World
Our Darling Uncle Tim, catching the nights dinner
The Fabulous Aunt Alice, camper extraordinaire
Roughing it
Catch of the day with master fisherman Uncle John
Our home for five days, it was lovely
Daddy and Mimi doing special effects at the hands on museum
Aunt Alice and Uncle Tim holding down the fortWell what do you know, I am already eons behind in my blogging again.
The summer has been full , but hasn't every ones?
After moving my mom into her lovely digs and JieJie into her lovely digs .I am slowly trying to clear away years of clutter and start rethinking this rather large house for our three dwellers.
I got up the other morning to find Terry and Mimi/Mary reclining on our living room couch in their underpants.
As much as I was tempted to grab the camera and document the moment, I held back.
In Terry and my 11 year history here in this house, we have had a member of extended family living with us, so undies in the living room were not the norm.
The house had definitely taken on a very different vibe and we are becoming accustomed to the quiet.
I must say that in the solitude, I have been a mad woman, spending hours moving and purging getting ready for fresh paint and rethought living areas.
For now though I am posting some lovely summer photo memories . I am putting it in a big fat scrambled up, not in chronological order, many great moments of our summer lump. Although it was very short, and the approaching Michigan winter is insanely long. I must be honest and say that I am happy to be beginning a new era in Sipes Manor.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Cruel Summer
I am so behind in my blogging. When Jiej and Mary look at this in times to come they will notice a slight gap.
Mary and I have just returned from visiting my darling sister Mary(Aunt Mimi).
We of course spent some time at WDW, and it was wonderful.
Although, I have discovered that I have left reality somehow and everyone has lost manners.
I am getting older, perhaps more cantankerous , but the basic please and thank you has virtually disappeared from the planet.
Have we gotten this low? Where the very teeniest of tiny manner that is taught to a two year old doesn't exist?
At the Magic Kingdom, I witnessed endless brow beaten, anxious and crabby "cast members" who had obviously been defeated by lack of civility.
I was waited on in a fast service restaurant and a woman commended my ability to use please and thank you. I bet she would love to have this video playing all of the time.
I was just in a local Baskin and Robbins, a child was sent in because his father had a dog.
The young man briskly ordered a vanilla ice cream, sugar cone, cup of water lots of ice.... the silence of please or thank you was deafening.
I sent Mimi to get her cone and the child came barreling in, interrupted our conversation, "My dad needs water", and "what ice cream do you offer for dogs?"
I tapped him on the shoulder, said "Excuse me, these ladies are waiting on other people" I then turned to him and said" try waiting your turn, then saying excuse me,and then saying please and then saying thank you at the end". "It will get you much further(or farther, not sure) in the world".
The eight year old kid looked at me like I was crazy and stepped aside(it could be because I kicked him).
Mary and I have just returned from visiting my darling sister Mary(Aunt Mimi).
We of course spent some time at WDW, and it was wonderful.
Although, I have discovered that I have left reality somehow and everyone has lost manners.
I am getting older, perhaps more cantankerous , but the basic please and thank you has virtually disappeared from the planet.
Have we gotten this low? Where the very teeniest of tiny manner that is taught to a two year old doesn't exist?
At the Magic Kingdom, I witnessed endless brow beaten, anxious and crabby "cast members" who had obviously been defeated by lack of civility.
I was waited on in a fast service restaurant and a woman commended my ability to use please and thank you. I bet she would love to have this video playing all of the time.
I was just in a local Baskin and Robbins, a child was sent in because his father had a dog.
The young man briskly ordered a vanilla ice cream, sugar cone, cup of water lots of ice.... the silence of please or thank you was deafening.
I sent Mimi to get her cone and the child came barreling in, interrupted our conversation, "My dad needs water", and "what ice cream do you offer for dogs?"
I tapped him on the shoulder, said "Excuse me, these ladies are waiting on other people" I then turned to him and said" try waiting your turn, then saying excuse me,and then saying please and then saying thank you at the end". "It will get you much further(or farther, not sure) in the world".
The eight year old kid looked at me like I was crazy and stepped aside(it could be because I kicked him).
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