Tuesday, January 29, 2008


Note I found that was written while I was gone, regarding our econo-sized spout-style laundry soap:

Asked me how to operate the laundry soap cup- U seem to not understand Gravity? or Soap?

This illustrates how much easier things are for everyone when I'm around. Or it brings to light vast gaps in her practical experience with laundry. Probably both.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

The Sads, as well.

Wendy is a good travel buddy. A personal, pocket-sized, private travel buddy who is cool with whatever sites you want to see and whatever wierd local food you want to eat. She slept on the plane for most of the flights, coming and going. That is, she collapsed in an exhausted heap after spending the first hour of each flight trying to escape under the seats, squeezing the arm fat of the woman in front of us, and ripping/ eating the pages of the SkyMall magazine.

My favorite part was the arm fat. No. I take that back. My favorite part was when she woke up as we were decending into Philadelphia, pressed her nose to the window, and described (in her best stage holler) the lights carpeting the land below us as "PRIDDY! PRIDDY! PRIIIIDDDDYYYY!!!!"

It takes me a while to get my head screwed on straight after I get home, or after Jaimie's been here. I know it's the same for her. It's more complex than when we were kids, because we now both have progeny of our own, and we are both going through grown-up real-life stuff that complicates our lives and we both wish we could help the other with. And we still do and will help each other, in the capacity that one can over the phone...

And here's where I take out the violin and talk about how sad I am about the people I love living far away. And how I miss all of them. And how I wish my sister and dad and best friend could be more a part of all the things going on with me right now. Can you hear it? It's very violin-y.

It's good that I have the finding of a suitable day care and going back to work soon to keep me busy. And by "good," I of course mean "Doom, doom, doom. Doomy doomy doomdoom doomdoom doom, God I wish I was back in Colorado right now eating sushi and drinking a white chocolate mocha latte, doom doom."

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Wendy and Mo go to CO

Hark! I have brought my firstborn unto the land of my origin, the land of my pater familias, so that they of this mountainous region might gaze upon her and proclaim her charm and perfection across the countryside.

Here is also where my sister resides, besieged on all sides by the testosterone-infused grumpa lumpas: our father, her son and her husband, each in turn known as Ed, and thus she lives in the House of Three Eds.

I bring unto this House an infusion of estrogen much needed by my sisterly one. I also bring many baby cuddles, and much talk of our mutual hatred of Tyra Banks.

Traveling with a one-year old is scary, but it is worth it. We don't even really want to go and do stuff; just be together and talk and play with each other's kids.

We miss this. So let it be written, so let it be known.

Saturday, January 12, 2008


"I dunno...if someone told me that there are people who are like me and on medication because of it, I'd be kinda pissed."