So, last week my pal Foodie (remember Foodie? Perhaps I should always refer to her in context in a way that makes her sound all mysterious, like Hey! Remember Foodie and the Gazpacho of Doom?) called me up and said, "I have a friend who got a couple of show tickets she can't use for Tuesday night. Wanna go?" This was a no-brainer for me, for several reasons. 1) I was a theater major in college, and although I'm very very very glad I didn't decide to pursue that as a career, I am still a fool for a great stage production 2) I very much like hanging out with Foodie 3) Getting out of the house...
Remember back about a year ago, when I was all "I am so looooooonely here! I love my husband but I have no giiiiiiiirlfriends! Woe is meeeeeeee!"? Remember that? Yeah, me neither. Lord, what a difference a year makes. Yesterday I had a local signing for Sleep Is for the Weak, and I don't know if you've ever been to Athens, but this is a town with many fine offerings in cuisine, music, cultural events, etc. In other words, many folks have better things to do with their Sunday afternoons than to pick up an anthology about parenthood and have it signed by one of the twenty-three contributing...
I had grand plans for this afternoon---plans that did not, in fact, involve the computer---yet somehow it's nearly dinnertime and here I am. I had several hours all to myself today, too. Poof! Gone! Not sure what happened there, but I strongly suspect it involved PathWords. And in case y'all are unaware, you know Aimee? Aimee who comments here all the time? Aimee is a PATHWORDS NINJA. I could play PathWords for a month and never get anything near what she scored. I strongly suspect she cheated. (Confidential to Aimee: Haha! Just kidding! I'm sure you're just brilliant!) (Confidential to...
I have a new(ish) local friend who is, like Otto, a professor, and therefore is free to do all sorts of things in the summer which she will be far too busy for once classes start up again. Me, I'm all slacker, all the time, but I'm coming to the realization that summer is a mystical time for most people here in Universityland. For one thing, most folks are working a lot less in the summer. For another, you can actually go downtown for pizza or whatever and FIND A PARKING SPACE. It's lovely. Anyway, my new friend---let's call her Foodie, because it will make her laugh---and I have been...
My husband and my Kira just left for the airport, and try though I did to come up with some sort of viable diversion ("Um, someone stole both of our cars! And there is only one flight from Atlanta to Denver each month so I guess that's that!"), in the end Kira opted to return home to her family rather than staying here with me forever. That bitch. I love her to pieces. Just in case that wasn't clear. You know, because I am so shy and hesitant to share my feelings. I do think Otto is a little relieved that the rampant and random declarations of love are going to cease. For some weird reason...
I'm sure I could be more exhausted, both from lack of enough sleep and from laughing so hard, but I'm not sure how. We've been in a whirlwind of sociability---first picking up Kira from the airport and then heading over to Joss' for the 4th of July---and while I am delirious with the joy of it all, somehow I have been required to get up and put on clothes for multiple days in a row, and I am just TIRED from it. It's possible I need to do this more often. Anyway, the last time that Kira and Joshilyn and I were all three together was three years ago, during a very different time indeed. This...
I have a great many awesome friends. Some of them take me out of my comfort zone, periodically, which is to say that they make me leave the house and pretend to be an adult. I hear that this is good for me. So when my buddy Melissa sent me an email that said, "Hey, I often have to go to these media dinner things to check out restaurants, and I get to bring a guest, so do you think you'd like to come with me sometime?" I immediately replied that YES, that sounds like FREE FOOD GREAT FUN and she should count me in. Silly me. A couple of weeks later she mailed to invite me to a dinner at...
Joshilyn arrived yesterday afternoon with Sam and Maisy in tow, and Monkey and Sam were LITERALLY engrossed in a discussion of the finer points of various Pokemon beasties before the door had even shut behind them. For a couple of glorious hours, Joss and I got to sit and relax and chat while Chickadee dressed Maisy in a variety of her outgrown clothing and generally led her around like a wee and precious pet lamb, and the boys bounced off the walls upstairs (where we could hear them but not be overly disturbed by them). I dished up dinner earlyish (Chris' most excellent chicken curry with...
My lawyer is very, very good at what he does, and a nice guy, to boot. He knows law. He knows tradition. What he doesn't hand off to his secretary he types with two fingers, and he had exactly no idea of what a blog was until I had to explain to him what I do for a living. "So, you write about your life for anyone to read?" he asked, hand pausing in mid-air over his legal pad. "Yeah, pretty much," I admitted. I don't think he really understood that. Heck, some days I'm not sure I really understand it. But most of the time I assume that people come here for humor, and most of the time I try...
