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We are headed out of town for the weekend. I can’t wait! We have not been anywhere fun and interesting in a Very Long Time. And me? I’m a “Need to be Somewhere Fun and Interesting All the Time” kind of gal.
We are traveling to Cleveland for the East Coast version of my friend Adam’s wedding reception. He was married in L.A. over Memorial Day and we, very sadly, could not attend because we were: moving, selling a house, packing, crying, feeding, not sleeping, and/or poor – you fill in the blank. There a few really GREAT things about Cleveland.
1 – Adam will be there. I haven’t seen Adam in about 3 years.
2 – My college roommate and fellow Knitter in Crime, Marne, will be there. I love Marne.
3 – Our friends Mike and Rosie, who I lived with for a bit in Georgia are there. We haven’t seen Mike, Rosie or their kids in many years (hell, we haven’t even MET one of the kids). We will stay with them and I am sure there will be good. times.
4 – Cleveland Browns. This weekend should shut Rob up for at least a few months. “Honey, when can we go to Cleveland.” “Honey, there are no stinking good places to find Brown’s paraphernalia here, I want to go to Cleveland.”
It promises to be a weekend of long waited for reunions and many giggles. Man, do I ever need it!
But this whole – find a dress to wear to a wedding reception thing?! Stinkers. I needed something that would fit me, allow me to nurse baby, and not make me look like the postpartum cow that I feel like. Fat face, fat boobs, fat tummy. I finally settled on this dress…
Except I don’t look anywhere near as hot in it. The rolls aren’t so apparent in this picture, but they are there.
Wait, here’s something cute to make you forget that picture.
Fat rolls on baby = cute
Fat rolls on mama = not so cute
Lord help us all.
I am one sexy mama I tell you.
You must laugh…
What can I say? I have a very refined sense of humor.
* a million besos for the person who can guess where this quote is from.
Ode to the car. ~ 2007-08-02
So glad to know that I am not the only heel about heels.
I bet you didn’t realize you would be reading the website of the funniest girl alive, now did you?
*There’s that damn t-shirt agin.*
A long, long time ago there was a meme that traveled the intranets that urged participants to show their cars. My favorite was Carole’s (I can’t find the original post) as, to me, her car is very much like her personality – fun, free loving, and super cute. I never got around to showing my, or rather, our car. We are a one car family which was great in the city and is working out okay in the suburbs. I actually dread owning another car…they are damn expensive. But, I digress.
There are different “camps” when it comes to cars. My husband and I subscribe to the “we will drive you until you die” camp. My father bought my current car new in 1992, I obtained her in 1998, Rob adopted her via “the big move in” in 2003, we expect Sophia to assume possession in 2023. Hell, my first car was a diesel station wagon – Sophia will be way better off with a 31 year old car!
This car has seen me through seven moves in five states, too many road trips to count, one break in (we lost her stereo, although the perp was kind enough to unscrew the dash rather than tear it off, wish they had jimmied the lock and not broken the damn window…but beggars can’t be choosers I suppose), and 2 minor accidents. We dropped collision on her years ago so her blemishes have largely gone unpatched. Until now.
I believe I may have mentioned this here – but poor Robby got in an accident his first day back after Sophia’s birth. The accident was *technically* his fault as he failed to see a car before he took a legal U-Turn. Thankfully there were no injuries and both cars were relatively unscathed. Ours had a smashed in door – fiberglass body means that it essentially cracked.
Well, Robby and my Dad hit the junkyard and found her a new door – in a different color.
You can barely tell in the photo – but the gas cap is a totally different color as well. That fell off at the mercy of Rob’s hand who, in a fit of frigged winter terror, forced it open in below freezing temps. And open it did – permanently.
Not only did Robby do this but he also bought her some $5 mats
And a super wopish accoutrement. (Those two words together are making me giggle. I bet they never expected to meet each other).
All of this in time for the biggest, bestest, coolest thing in the world.
The rolling of the numbers.
We love you little car. And we love that you cause us to get all kinds of looks as we travel the streets looking for a new home. Man, any house would be lucky to have you as a neighbor!