Goodbye Girl

I've been in denial for a long time this summer (it still is summer here by the way.)

Late last spring, Lisa announced that they would be moving. And it felt so far away at the time. NOT REAL AT ALL. I mean Lisa is my girl. she's the person I know I can call first thing in the morning to complain about the day already. the mom who I wished would make me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches like that. the person who supplies me cashew crack at the playground. she understands when I call and say nothing because the scream-oning is sooooo loud. We had an understanding.

And I certainly didn't feel it on the "goodbye girl's weekend." We were having way too much fun at yoga. see the bliss?


followed by a looooong lunch with a bottle of proseco, mmmmmmm!





shopping. note the earrings!



and a night of giggly name-gaming



(all laughing here except Angela. "why can't this b*tch guess Patsy Cline! And what's her deal with Jane Eyre?! It's Jane Eyre!" Guess who got stuck sitting next to clueless me? Not pictured are the many pitchers of wonderful watermelon concoction. thanks jen!)



But NOW I'm feeling it. I'm not used to this. I'm usually the one doing the moving away!

Like when I'm driving around, I realize that I'm not going to see her driving (in the same car as mine, only white) down Koenig and I'll give her a call from across the intersection.

And when I call her house now, it's quiet in the background because her children are playing on another floor.

I'm not going to catch her at the grocery store. Meet up with her at Shipe. Laugh when we see my jogger.
We're not going to compare notes about what John Aielli played this morning.

BAH! I miss ya chick.

In Case The Pictures Don't Come Out, Today Was A Perfect Day*

(*to borrow the line from a children's poem in one of the kids' books.)


I woke up to J announcing in my ear: "pancakes ready pancakes ready pancakes ready"

Smith started work on the linen closet project.

Sinda a)gave us free tickets to ACL AND b)volunteered to watch our kids.

We arrived just in time to hear DeVotchKa and find our friend Jesse.

And they TOTALLY ROCKED. They had an accordion. they had a tuba. the drummer was playing the trumpet. and the singer has an incredible voice. (and is just a little hot.)

Then came Regina Spektor. (which you can totally link to from the sidebar if you haven't already.) She played solo onstage. And she was wonderful.

Then we easily returned to our car, went and had dinner.

We picked up the kids and they fell asleep on the ride home.

AH.

misc pictures

Something else to gross you out

The other night I was awoken at 12:22. Not by a child. Not by any neighborhood activity. Not by Smith's errant phone beeping an "important" calendar reminder.

Nope. By a cockroach. In my bed. ON ME.
I bolted out of the bed (understatement of the year) and watched it scurry over and around the other occupants of the bed before disappearing over the other side.

Perhaps the worst part of the story, a testament to how totally out of sorts I was, is that after it was out of sight, I crawled back into bed.

Stink Theory; or why I didn't go to the Y today

I woke up today and waivered. Today is Wednesday, a day earmarked for a trip to the Y for vigorous exercise, above and beyond what chasing kids can do. I waivered because I stank.

hmm. When did I shower last? I think it might have been Monday. Which was followed by a warm and slightly sweaty 3 hour ride back from Houston because Nbear was cold the whole ride and insisted on the heater. Yesterday I cleaned and sweated about the house. Then I sweated outside weeding. At times yesterday I would catch a whiff of something and think

"Whew! MAN! Is that a DIAPER?"

and realize, aghast, that no. it was me.

So. I felt too stinky to bring my presence to the Y. And showering before going to exercise is just plain silly. So I did not work out today.