Dear Brittany

I just read your Mother’s Day post.  I had no idea.  Once you told me that you had written something (i think sappy were the word you used), I put off reading it.  Finally tonight, the wedding and all of it’s events are over, and I took the time to read our blog. 

I’m bawling at my computer desk as I type.

Unfortunately, while all those pregnancy and infancy times should be monumental to me, they are actually all a blur.  It was just one Dr. appointment and diaper change after another.  

Now, as I sit here with a teenage daughter, it’s all so very clear.  All of the decisions.  All of the mistakes.  All of the regrets.  Weekend after weekend, I watch her walk out the door and I pray that she will make the right decisions.  That is what I say  ”Please make good decisions, Kiley.”  It’s all I can say.

Juno is a great movie.  I think I told you that I cried my eyes out and that you should see it ASAP.  I related to her, although she (in the movie) was way more intelligent and her parents were way more laid back.  The movie hit home.  The thin, thin line between maturity and immaturity.

Anyway, thank you.  I love you.  Thank you for thinking of me.

fer

A story about love in a leper colony: Take my hand

So, we’ve cursed me by talking about aimless anxiousness.  I was so excited for my night off from the nursing home.  Now, I’m home wandering about trying to fill time.  I’ve peed twice, smoked twice, dowloaded photos, and made many laps around the house.  I’ve been home for 45 minutes.

Well, at least I’m posting, right?

Ok, here is one of the few pics I took at the puja last weekend. 

I’m really kicking myself for not taking more.  I was too afraid that I would be acting rudely if I started taking pictures in the middle of the ceremony.  I mean, there were 30ish of us in a small room, and my flash is a little distracting. 

The offering is of 5 different types of fruit, 5 different types of flowers, and samplings of the day’s meal.  There was also some water and incense involved.  I did ask why there were flowers under 2 of the gods, not all 3.  The answer?  Ran out of tape. 

Ding dong, the witch is dead….

Heehee, haha!  Guess who’s last day is May 23rd?  This should make bison town much more bearable. 

Chicago and the juicer

Two words:  Jalepeno Margaritas

***SIGH*** a good one

Can you hear that whooshing sound??!?!  That’s the biggest sigh of relief that I’ve let out in ages. 

• Order shower cake CHECK (pickup Saturday morning)
• Find outfit for bachelorette party CHECK
• Find outfit for bridal shower CHECK (see here with navy cardigan and red peep-toe flats)
• Buy gifts for bride/groom mothers CHECK

All of that AND I picked up Kiley’s track spikes and new running shoes to boot!  Ok, this wedding thing is feeling a lot more doable. 

Brenna is going to poop her pants when she sees the credit card bill. 

How are you?  How is Steph? 

I’ve added your postcard to it’s matching one at work.  Melinda has named the middle guy Juan Valdez.  The skinny one is Rico and the other is crazy Uncle Marty.

This post is weird and a little disconnected, but I’m leaving it.  I’m feeling too good to stress over word flow.  Feel free to correct any punctuation issues.

peace, love and boxed wine – fer

 

UGH

Sunday Night was this huge ol’ post.  Somehow it didn’t save and now it shows up as blank. 

 Well, I guess if you want to hear about the parking nazi across the street, you’ll just have to call.  I don’t have the energy to type it all up again.

 Booo!

Sunday Night