It is just one of those 'ugh I want to go home NOW every minute I sit here staring into a screen my eyes burn like fire' days. Commonly known as Monday.
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ditto.
After the gross amounts of beer and chips (and cheese!) consumed yesterday, along with the Wilson’s breakfast of eggs and hashbrowns, my body was craving something green and healthy for dinner. LUCKILY I harvested the first round of veggies from my garden Friday, so I had some good stuff to work with :)
+ Salad: Lettuce from garden, cukes from Farmer’s Market, tomatoes from plain old grocery store, balsamic and oil dressing
+ Broccoli: broccoli from garden, roasted with oil, salt and pepper, then mixed with lemon juice, chopped garlic/onion almonds, parmesan cheese
+ Yummy beer bread roll
= Delicious, healthy dinner!
Wow. This week two of my best friends became new people. They became parents.
Now, I know that’s not entirely true. They are still Jackie and Travis. They are still each their own person and they are still a couple. But they have become more than that; they are now three.
My friends tease me about my belief that pregnancy, birth and babies are magical, unbelievably beautiful things. No, I haven’t been pregnant, given birth, or raised a baby - so I’m not an expert! - but I do believe this. I’m not very religious, but I think recreation/childbirth are two of the most spiritual things we as humans participate in. One minute the child is in womb, and the next minute they are a part of life on this planet. Seriously, how fucking cool is that?!
When Alex was born, one of our friends who was at the hospital let me know she “could hear him crying!” and immediately I burst into tears. All I could do was picture the scene at the hospital: Jackie, exhausted, falling back into the bed, yet still trying to get a good look at her son; Travis, beaming as the proud father, looking at his wife with love. Of course, this could all totally be wrong - the movie version of a perfect childbirth. Probably she was crying, swearing, sweaty and tired. Probably he was rubbing his hand, after its hours of being squeezed by his wife’s labor pains, or fumbling with the scissors to “cut the cord”. But no matter how that scene played out in the hospital room, in that instant they became a family.
I know Jackie and Travis will be amazing parents. When I first met them (five years ago!), they owned a bar, The Sandlot, where a few of my friends worked. As friends, I first got to see them as caregivers to their sweet dog Aiden. I have never seen someone (cough, Jackie, cough) so attached to their animal, and so completely in tune (and devoted) to their animal’s needs. Their connection with Alex will be just as strong and intuitive.
Later on I started working at said bar. Jackie and Travis were affectionately called “Mom and Dad” by the staff which was comprised of a very tight-knit (and dynamic) group of friends. They certainly took on the parenting role with more than one of us (all of us?!). They had to deal with SO MUCH OF OUR SHIT (“What, I was supposed to work tonight?” “Um, I’m too hungover to work tonight.” “No, we don’t know who drank that bottle of Jager!” “Hmm, we totally locked the door when we left at 3 am - oh, the alarm was set at 6:15? Weird! You should probably call the security company about that.”) I watched the two of them deal with the ups and downs of managing a business, a home, a dog, and the lives of their best friends, and emerge as a stronger, happier, healthier couple.
Jackie and Trav, trust me - you will do fine with a child. More than fine - amazing. And I can’t wait to watch you fall more in love with that baby everyday.
AND DAMMIT IT IS MAGICAL!
Just look at him! 
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Can somebody confirm or deny that the twins in this ad are the same twins featured in such great films as “Kindergarten Cop”, “Problem Child 2” and “Camp Nowhere”? I’m sure they have the same face, but I can’t find any pictures online of them!
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SHUT UP BYRON, MN! That is a “suburb” of the Roch. Also where Lauren’s parents currently live. Petty - this Christmas we’re going on a search for Dixie Normous.
In related news: A little town outside of Madison used to have Dick’s grocery stores. The released a rewards card for customers to use when shopping. It was for “insider” customers only - and they called it the “Dick’s Insider” card. Hi-larious.
Dear Gods That Be:
Please, please, do not let me get leg cramps tonight that are in any way, shape, or form similar to those I had last night. I do not want to be woken by the sound of my own tears, or by the thought that someone had broken into my house, taken a knife to my calves, and is slowly cutting me muscle by muscle. I don’t want to feel my legs burning for hours after waking or anytime I take a step. I ate a banana today although I really don’t like them (texture thing) and I really don’t want to have to eat another (or more!) tomorrow.
Thank you kindly,
Mariah
To Molly, since you're not answering your phone:
I just want to make sure your boyfriend made it back inside the bar OK, and you got him home. When I left him and Pete on the patio, they were talking about being stay-at-home moms, and Ben just kept saying, “I need a husband, I need a husband! Why can’t I have a husband.” I told him maybe he should try Iowa.
He didn’t even have any whiskey, did he?
The Day Facebook Changed - Messages to Become Public by Default - NYTimes.com
shiningstar:ilikeyourwigjanice:cadyheron:georgiegirlnyc:
I hate facebook!!Are you a Facebook user? You should click on the link above and read this article. Here is my reaction:
- Twitter will get all my status updates
- Flickr will get all my photos
- Facebook, f*ck you
GD facebook! What are the positives of changing this?!?
This is going to be annoying.
