1. Having a clean home is a happy one. Snaps to having time to clean this piece. There was so much gravel, sand and dirt around this house, I was starting to be afraid that should a cat arrive into our front door - he would think he just entered the world's largest litter box.
2. Having family that would prefer to hang out with my kid then me. I mean I know we are welcome to join the fun/ but it's pretty fantastic to have a visitor and still be able to get sht done. Pretty amazing.
3. L stayed with Nana Lu & Uncle Ricky this weekend. Friday night we came by, swam in the hotel pool, ate some dinner and came back to go to bed. C dropped the offspring off/ while I was still sleeping. We had the day to get things done. I was able to put some hours into work with out severe guilt ridden mama psychosis setting in- oh and to catch dinner & a movie. Glorious.
4. My little girl getting to know and loving spending time with her elders is pretty amazing. I can't say that I had the same kind of bond she has already with her grandparents; or maybe I did and I don't remember - all I know or honestly really care about is how she lights up. She's a good little girl always and sleeps like no other. It's happiness all the way around.
5. Speaking of sleeping/ I don't understand it. When L spends time with Nana Lu she sleeps longer and harder than she has since the last time she spends time at or with Nana Lu. I think she slips her something. I'm just saying.
And that's a wrap.
they just may not be grammatically correct
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
67
In a little old house, in a little old neighborhood, lived 5-15 girls and guys depending on the season. The background is this little old house in this little old neighborhood is where I found life long friends and by association the ball & chain.
Follow me if you can... plus I'm going with 1/2 real nicknames and 1/2 made up ones to protect the identity of the innocent.
One of my BFs from college, KW has a BF from high school... we'll call her Darby. Darby went to college and had the luck of finding herself with some of the best roommates ever. They had their share of crazies - some of which have stories attached to them that at this time I won't get into but the full brothel attendees had regulars. Darby, LeeLee, MyMy, Ginny & Belle. This motley crew of amazing women went to university in Beantown and after moving out of the dorms got their hands on an apartment in good ol'Allston. All the while having a rotating crew of family add ons, including myself.
Allston being well known for spot where Aerosmith wrote their first song - had other redeeming qualities. Like the endless supply of places to go and people to see; porch watching at it's best. Speaking of porches, Allston is a magical place - you can throw cans off the porch and by morning BOOM they are gone. All collected and recycled for the 5cent reward. It sounds demeaning - but listen we just give the people what they want.
The summers after my junior and senior year of college I joined the crazy crew. One summer I took odd weeks out on a blow up mattress until my roommate made a run for it and split in the middle of the night after running (and getting stuck in) a fly trap. The following summer I shared a bed & driveway with Darby. And god bless that B for letting me spoon with her ... cause I'd be on the dang street collecting empty beer cans to make ends meet.
I never did go to sleep away summer camp. I hear that's the bees knees when it comes to finding life long friends and memories that will last a lifetime. I say 67 was my summer camp - though my summer camp was better than yours. It had endless beer, super cheap enrollment (splitting rent and sharing beds does a wallet good), and endless possibilities when it comes to stories to tell.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Quirk That : 2
Alone time is my BFF. I love it. I need it. I crave it.
After long days I have to have it.
It can be hard to explain, and hard to live through with me - and of my most closest friends and family they sometimes do not understand it. So here I go trying to explain it.
It's not you. It's me.
Sometimes a girl needs to just be alone with her thoughts. Nothing against you- all the questions. All the talking it. It begins to sounds like static in the background. True story - after long days or even short days of the constant noise I like to sit in silence. Even driving while I do so love a good song to belt out or dance to, some days I drive in silence and can go an hour before I realize the radio isn't on and I am sitting in silence.
In traveling last week - or at this point almost 2 weeks ago? Whatever. There were points at the end of the day where the inevitable "what now" question would be asked. God bless my friends for understanding that they wouldn't get an answer from me anytime soon. God bless them for realizing they needed to make a decision - keep me in the know and then when I could and when or if I wanted to - I would join them or not. No pressure. No weird looks (to my face at least) - and truly understanding - it's not them. It's me.
My name starts with a J and I like alone time.
In traveling last week - or at this point almost 2 weeks ago? Whatever. There were points at the end of the day where the inevitable "what now" question would be asked. God bless my friends for understanding that they wouldn't get an answer from me anytime soon. God bless them for realizing they needed to make a decision - keep me in the know and then when I could and when or if I wanted to - I would join them or not. No pressure. No weird looks (to my face at least) - and truly understanding - it's not them. It's me.
My name starts with a J and I like alone time.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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