

My dear blogging sister and Cubbies lover, The Gal Herself, bestowed upon yours truly this lovely award saying this:
Ah, my Snarkela. Like me, Lisa is a fan girl. Her love of David Cook reminds me of mine for Paul McCartney, Bruce Springsteen, Greg Maddux, Bruce Willis, Jon Hamm … (Is it me or is it getting warm in here?) Like me, she loves her furry roommates. However, unlike me, she has a genuinely mystic side, and that informs her special view of the world.
(Takes a bow)
Thank you, Gal. You are truly one of my bestest blog buddies. So I give the award right back to you and here’s why:
* You write often, sometimes more than once a day. Your posts are like snippets of your life – some are longer and tell a fuller story (your mom or your “unusual” sister), and some are quick bites of info about your job, your workout, your cat and of course, your beloved Cubs. But they are always well written with an eye for detail and impeccable grammar. That makes my heart happy.
* We share similar outlooks on things (politics, for example) but you are more vocal about it on your blog than I am here. (I’m more that way on Facebook, I think.)
* You “get” the true and deep meaning of arm porn.
* You introduced me to “Mad Men” (Will we all be tweeting while watching on Sunday? heh)
* And you are a wonderful fellow blogger, always leaving comments that say more than “Great answers!” or some such crappola. (tee hee)
There is no other blogger I follow as I do you. (’tis true, my dear!)
For all these reasons and many others, you’re the only one I’m going to share this with now. Just because. So there. :)
And now, back to your regularly scheduled whining.
With one big exception that kept me sane and happy (don’t ask), today was a huge spazz-out for me. I cannot handle chaos as I walk in the door to work. You’d think after a bizillion years in this industry, I’d get it but five people pulling me in all directions right as I start my day makes me want to lug out out a sledgehammer and start beating on people. I yelled at one of my dearest co-workers (and then apologized because she just happened to be in the way of my meltdown and it was totally not about her) and this cannot continue. I think it’s because I have been taking a med for poison ivy that is messing with my other meds and causing this. And yes, we will be stopping those meds posthaste.
BTW, got pics of Dancing Boy so will work on a post about him. I wish you could have seen the joy on this kid’s face. It totally lit up the room. His gangly, hiding behind his hair sullen teen cousin? Not so much joy except when some song with the words “Skeet, Skeet, Skeet” came on. (Found it: Get Low by Lil Jon.) And I can’t believe this boy sang these lyrics while dancing with his mom! At a wedding!! Oh my.
That’s all for me.
Signing off from the couch that Gal and I share (the one full of love and cat hair),
Me
PS: How awesome is this picture? I had guinea peegs but never got around to making them little crocheted hats and stuff. (That’s a good thing, I’m thinking.)

Some days you just need a little head coverage.

And now, a quote:
“Young love is so wonderful. And best observed from a distance, preferably with a drink in hand.”
– Me
Heh. It was truly a lovely, lovely wedding. Lots of love and fun and joy. Just about everything you could wish to have and some stuff that you may or may not wish to have (lost shoes, ten year olds outdancing everyone on the floor and songus-interruptus on Don’t Stop Believing). Whenever anyone clinked the glasses for the happy couple to kiss, Leigh (bride) would grab Joe (groom) and plant one on him. It was the cutest thing. If one were to believe in soul mates (and this one does, sorta), these two are totally perfect for each other. We love Leigh to pieces in this family. She’s one of us (bless her heart).

So, here’s the rest of the story: Lauren told me Friday night to look for her the next day at the wedding. About an hour or so into the reception, word got out that there was a gorgeous rainbow outside and as Mary was walking out to see it, I said “That’s Lauren” because she showed up the same way at the 2006 Relay for Life walk at UVA less than two months after she left us (see below).

Here’s Lauren, showing off her fancy otherworldly skills. Pretty cool, eh?

The two wedding photos above are courtesy of my dearest Niece of Artsy Fartsy and as soon as she gets her butt in gear and uploads pics of Dancing Boy, I will post about that because it’s a great story. This kid danced his ass off, almost literally. He kept our entire table totally entertained.
It was big fun and yes, I would move there in a heartbeat since I heard that it didn’t snow that much and what does fall dissipates quickly. I wonder if I move there, will I become an outdoorsy chick? Hmmm. Nah … probably not. But I can do all my laptopping sitting outside with coffee! It doesn’t get better than that. (Unless sekrit boyfriend is there, too, in which case it’s beyond awesome. And also, beyond any realm of possibility.)
Signing off from the couch of love and cat hair,
Me

If any – heading off to Fort Collins, Colorado for Cousin O’Love’s son’s wedding. I’ve never been to Colorado so this will be a fun adventure. Look for stories, pictures and other goofy crap to follow.
I ran out of time to do the Queen’s Meme this week. I do hope her Royal Highness will forgive me.
Of course, it figures that the one weekend this summer I am out of town, Arm Porn Prince and all around snarky dude Hal Sparks is right here in Washington DC. Yep. Just my luck.
Bye for now, all three of youse.


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Good thing it’s Friday because I haz definitely run out of happy. It has been a shitzo week for lots of reasons (with the exception of Monday’s date with sekrit boyfriend) and I will be glad when 4:30 swings around and I can be done with it. Better week ahead with travel to Denver and a wedding.
In a word: meh















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