Jo Mayne Casey

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Happy birthday, dear husband..!

In Uncategorized on November 30, 2012 at 8:19 am

The most  aggravating thing about Casey is that he takes his time aging.  Not that he tries to cover the silver hair or botox his rosacea, just that he is 22-months younger than I am, so by the time he has a birthday I’m ready to leap ahead another 2 years.  At this rate, he’ll never catch up with me.

I could go onandonandon about how great he is, how much I love him, etc. etc. etc. but stated simply:  He is a great guy who is dearly loved by friends and family.

We went out with the jrs. last night to celebrate.  The look on Olivia’s face in the picture below is indicative of how all we all feel about him:

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I think the “grateful” word has been a bit over-used lately, but I do appreciate that this man is my husband and look forward to spending many more birthdays with him…

great, a new wallet!

great, a new wallet!

 

 

L-O-V-E

In Uncategorized on November 25, 2012 at 9:21 pm
jo-jo, pawpaw, emma, olivia, eliza

jo-jo, pawpaw, emma, olivia, eliza

jessica, michael, and olivia (the jrs.)

jessica, michael, and olivia (the jrs)

melissa, eric, emma, and eliza jose'

melissa, eric, emma, and eliza jose’

all of us, together

all of us, together

scenes from radio city music hall

In Uncategorized on November 24, 2012 at 9:03 pm

waiting in line for the bathroom was sooo fun

 

 

pictures from nyc holiday

In Uncategorized on November 23, 2012 at 8:58 pm

emma & olivia exchanged christmas gifts

 

emma reads to olivia

 

more images of thanksgiving day…

In Uncategorized on November 22, 2012 at 8:33 pm

it was such great weather for the parade…

when we returned from watching the parade, the roast beef in the crockpot was smelling wonderful.  while the kids munched a veggie tray,  we mashed some taters, made a green-bean casserole, gravy, biscuits…you get it…

 

emma, me, olivia at the TR statue

emma, me, olivia at the TR statue

 

 

thanksgiving day pictures

In Uncategorized on November 22, 2012 at 6:25 pm

hope your thanksgiving day was as fun as ours…

mr. & mrs. claus

mr. & mrs. claus

emma, eliza, and olivia

emma, eliza, and olivia

 

 

 

review of drood

In Uncategorized on November 18, 2012 at 10:15 pm

cousin lana and i were back at UE this afternoon for the musical “the mystery of edwin drood”.    it was monty-pythonesque and we laughed all the way through.  if i had to criticize, and i think critics are supposed to, the sound (again) was off for a rather important person, rosa bud.  missing dialogue due to sound problems during the last performance of the show makes one wonder:  didn’t anybody else notice..?  UE always impresses, though.  the roles of princess puffer and john jasper were particularly well-done and the “chairman” was hilarious.

rupert holmes’ play-within-a-play was originally staged in 1986 or something like that and it won a lot of tonys, but none of the songs got stuck in my head or made me want to download it.

one of the best parts of the performance was the choreography, and i thought that even before i noticed who the choreographer was…  you guessed, ricki smith newman.   she has such tremendous talent and has shared it with so many young artists (and old ones, too, i suppose)…evansville productions would have been so much less without her.   someone should do a tribute to her…!

i started to take cousin ronna along, but got a late start after church.  hey, ronna, we’ll take you to our christmas outing, for sure…

3am: a poem

In Uncategorized on November 18, 2012 at 8:00 am

poem written last night during rem…

 

slowly swimming up from sleep, soft snoring stills as eyes assess the clock:

3am, time for all old women to empty their bladder.

throwing back the bedclothes, she swings her legs to sitting, feet groping for slippers.

stands stiffly, stumbles to the bathroom to sit…

eyes closed (she thinks of her cousin who claims the same 3am habit).

lighter, she staggers back to the warm security of spooning.

countdown to t-day

In Uncategorized on November 15, 2012 at 6:55 pm

this time next week is THANKSGIVING…WTF…OMG…HELLLPPP..!   I’m so ready to be surrounded by my family that i can hardly wait.  But WHOA!!!  sorry to shout, but honestly i am not prepared.

we planned months ago to take off wednesday from work and drive out to nyc, but then i started fussing in my head that i Hate 16hr drives because when i get there i’m so tired, but psyched, and the kids are wound up and it takes forever to get them to sleep, so i stay up all night talking and then i have to get up and cook in the morning and the sleep deprivation  puts me out of rhythm and i get cranky and i’ve only got 3 days there, so, so, so.  so i think we’ll leave tuesday mid-afternoon, drive for a while, then stop for the night. we’ll get an early start the next morning so that we can arrive wednesday evening.   the sooner the better…did i mention i can hardly wait?

but i do have to get serious about the feast:  roast beef, potatoes, carrots, onions in the crockpot;  green beans of some sort;  cranberries of some sort;  breadstuffs of some sort;   this really needs a little tweaking…

did i mention i can hardly wait?

every day is so daily…

In Uncategorized on November 14, 2012 at 8:47 pm

iiitt’s haarrrdd to write something every day…i’ve already explained it to you, if you actually bother to read this rag when there are no pictures of cute children or tiny riders…  there’s only so much a person can actually reveal about their life, even in an open book like The News.   naturally i try to place myself in an attractive light;  i try not to offend or provoke;  i try to sound wise and witty; i respect the privacy of the people who confide in me, and adhere to HIPPAA rules.

i also edit obsessively.  often there are 3 or 4 different edits of this blog After i’ve published it.  that means I AM the ONLY one who notices that i’ve corrected my overuse of an adjective, changed a verb,  or added some alliteration.   when i go through the archives (i really do that) i have to force myself to not over-parse.

november is a short, full month, so it’s a good time to go back to everyday writing.  as you can tell, there’s already been a lot of action and we’ll be traveling to nyc with the jrs next week, so that ought to be full of fodder for photo and story ops.

but tonight?  tonight, i’m just finishing up typing the christmas program script, fixing up some pasta-pesto (girl has to use up all that pesto), planning our thanksgiving dinner (should i buy the roast here or have melissa order it there?), reading 2 books (nero wolfe and “mr. penumbra’s 24-hr bookstore”), drinking some wine, and wondering what the hell an unpaid military liaison is.

what’s even worse:  i’ve got to get to bed early tonight because we’re doing hts and wts at school tomorrow…  is this the life or what?

at least i wrote Something…

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