Lifesize
Yo yo yo. So last week, after the hell that was the PREVIOUS week was Teh Awesome. I used to measure the success of a week by how much downtime/relaxation I could squeeze in, but these days, it’s all about how much we can get up! and out! of the house! because there is only so inside time much I can handle with an infant, you know? I mean, she’s only gotten better and better, but yeehaw, a little adult conversation/interaction is NECESSARY, yo, even if it’s only the clerk at the natural foods co-op, where I regale them with my adoration of cultured butter (and have now hooked Metalia on).
However, I got much MORE than that last week, as I took Samantha for her first dip in a lake AND a pool, and there were multiple afternoons with friends and oh, it was lovely. But, uhhhh, not relaxing. I have determined that relaxing is something that will happen when my kids are in college, although then I’ll be up all night panicked that they’ve thrown themselves out the dorm window in a misguided drunken lark, like their father almost did back in the day.
Anyway! I also spent a lovely, if sweaty, afternoon with the TwoBusy family and I really and truly loved them, and I’m saying that with utter sincerity, not the occasionally sycophantic bloggy kind of flattery that seems like it’s thrown out out of obligation. (Am I the only one who cringes at this, especially on Flickr? Or am I a douche?) (Am likely a douche. It’s okay.) They — all of them — were as advertised, and truly lovely people. Funny, irreverent and kind and just … lovely. Oh, and when he talks about how beautiful his wife is, believe him. I also believe I kept my awkwardness mostly in check and mercifully did not hug them all the moment I saw them, but instead was approached by THEM at the end for hugs. I do believe this is a first, people. I am usually the over-enthusiastic hugger. (BlogHer ’10 attendees have been warned. I am the hugger!) However, I was SO DETERMINED not to be the crazy hugging lady, because sometimes, she can be a little scary, and there were children present.
Onward! To … I don’t even know what.
– I’m dreading winter with a dread that I’ve never had before. You guys, I’m a WINTER PERSON, normally. I LIKE hunkering down and being warm inside while it’s all snowy and fun out there. Except … oh God. Curling up with a good book is lovely on a cold winter’s eve, but wrangling a cabin-fevery baby, not so much. Getting out of the house is absolutely key to keeping my brain from exploding, even if it’s just for a walk. What … what the HELL am I going to do this winter? HELP ME.
– Eric was … naked in this week’s True Blood and I can’t say I was disappointed, except for the disembodied head bit (What WAS that? Why was he in that awkward position? Was it an ass stand-in? Was that SOMEONE ELSE’S ASS? I must know!). But still. Niiiice. However, I am all set with Anna Paquin’s boobs, thanks. I’ve SEEN THEM. Yes, yes, FINE, she has a nice body, FINE. But did we HAVE to have her boobs in bed with Eric? DID WE? I AM ALL SET WITH SOOKIE’S BOOBS.
I AM ALSO ALL SET WITH BILL. SHUT UP BILL. SHUT UP WITH YOUR INCESSANT “SOOKEH” BULLSHIT. SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPP. TAKE SOOKEH’S BOOBS OUT TO DINNER. FOREVER. LEAVE NAKED ERIC FOR THE REST OF US.
– My closest friend here is very likely moving to … Alaska, come October. Yeaaaah. That’s about as far as you can get. Bummer.
– Hey, so I know I mentioned this on Twitter, but if you are in or around the NYC area and plan to see a Broadway play, please do me a favor and see Wicked. My closest friend from FOREVER AGO is — oh my God — THE LEAD! The lead! THE LEAD IN AN ACTUAL, REAL-LIVE BROADWAY MUSICAL. (Side note: now you know where I went to high school. Thrilling details, these!)
In other words, she made it. She made it! Dude, that never happens to the nice people, it seems, and you guys, she is the NICEST. I love her so. And you know, I am so proud of her, and when stuff like this happens, I have a little bit of faith that good things happen to good people who deserve them. Because getting there was HARD, yo. HARD. I mean, she was the lead in a CARE BEAR MUSICAL at one point! Followed by a traveling tour of POKEMON: THE MUSICAL. Yes, POKEMON. She only came to my wedding because there was a break in the national tour of Cats. AFTER POKEMON. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, POKEMON.
I’m not sure when I’ll be able to go (this fall, I hope), so I’m urging everyone I can to go so that I can hear all about it. Hurry!
– Sunny’s been out of sorts for a while, so I have been instructed to take her temperature somewhat regularly to see if she’s hot (she has been). This means that there are TWO asses I have to stick a thermometer in on a regular basis (I’m sick, and am worried Sam is getting sick, so …). TWO. Come ON. But then I think things couldn’t be that bad, considering we found out that her bum needed to be emptied (the ANAL GLANDS, AHOY) because she was asleep with her backside near my husband’s head and … well. HIS HAIR DID NOT SMELL SO FRESH AFTER THAT.
You’re welcome.
Happy Tuesday!
*A Fine Frenzy. This was on my birthing playlist, though I have no memory of it being played.
34 comments August 17th, 2009