Mr Sun, Sun Mr Golden Sun Apparently is Shining Down on Me

You know how when you speak of the d*v*l you aren't supposed to say his name lest you call attention to yourself? You know how the bible tells you to "be not proud" (um, ok, I won't be proud!) You know how in Harry Potter Voldemort was the one who must not be named?

So I have a secret. Shhhh. I need to whisper it so the karma gods don't catch me.

There's a chance...
just a chance now ...
that I might be....
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happy.

Gocha, Didn't I?

No but really. Sigh. Im not sure when the mood took me. Less then 8 days ago Ellie was maniacal. She was whirling, whining, the worst. In part because of her nose/respiratory thing and moreso because she was tired. Me? I was miserable too. My other dirty little secret is that I hate summer. I hate the fact that it's unstructured, that it's hot, I hate summer foods, I just hate summer. Oh sure, I like beer and outdoor dining and buskers at dusk, but I'm a mom now so I don't get out that much in those ways. I just hate the scramble, the running to visit people on the weekends, the sense that if you aren't "taking advantage of the summer living like a Newport Light Ad, you're nothing but a loser"

Oh but the fall. God! Fall is my JAM! (Yes, as soon as I say "my jam" it's like saying "bling", or "my ride" as in "pimp". I'm dating myself and embarrassing you.) Fall. I love it! Not just the clothes - turtlenecks, jeans, sweaters, less flesh! Oh but oh the structure! There are classes being held, the libraries get back on school schedules, people are home, or at work, or wherever but generally where they are supposed to be.

And to DO! God there is so much to do!!! Festivals, yardsales, shopping, baking, and classes! I LOVE CLASSES! Pre-Ellie I took knitting (fun), jam making (gross and stupid), cooking hot hor d'oevres (think deep fryer and cream cheese!), I signed up for skiing (don't ask) and ballroom dance (slow slow quick quick slow)! Oh and the gym. Who does't love the gym in the fall! I do have to say getting pregnant kept me from indoor rock climbing but I am NOT ruling it out. That and double dutch. I just don't see how I can get Jess and Barbara to hold the jump rope. I think Shannon might.

Now, with Ellie we have Tumble Tots, Lake Q Moms, Walkers & Talkers Listening Circle, Small Fries, Gymnastics and Friday singalongs, the regular library lapsits and some Bitchin Mama meetups. Spiced up with a ob/gyn exam, two root canals and a permenant bridge and you can call me BUSY!!! In fact. dont call. I'm on the phone A LOT. Too much.

I think too I'm happier because things finally seem to be falling into place. Not so coincidentally. Knowing what I do every day sets me up to be more successful. I know where I have to be and when, thus I can plan around it.

So - life is good. I FINALLY broke 130 - 1st time since prebaby and I have high hopes (but low expectations) of breaking 126. Could you even IMAGINE??? Now THAT would be exciting.

And, and I don't know why this for me is so special but ....the single most exciting thing happened this week as well. I talked to Cindy and SHE MIGHT BE COMING HOME!!!!! Well, home here. For her here's not home but it was - and may be again. Now I know I have blogged in draft before and never posted how I feel about "the new friends" and I know that I know at least that I don't feel that way so much anymore. But an old friend. Wow. Wowweee woweee wow. Someone I know, who I love, who knew me before? Treasures!

So in my full cup here are a list of my this weeks favorite things:

1. Jess. Such a neurotic breath of sunshine. Easy on the eye, and funny too. Cleaned my basement and sorted my shoes. The best person I've ever thrifted, yardsaled or babytripped with.

2. Kymmi L. I can stay away and walk back in, and so can she and we never miss a beat. Watching Kim live the life she deserves warms my heart. a good friend, a wonderful mother, a huge ass now that she's pregnant agian. Ah, the Kimster.

3. My clean basement. It's the shit. Stuffs labeled. I walked down there tonight at 4:45 - A the helper (= knockout gorgeous) is in the yard shooting hoops (jam, bling, ride) and I was down doing a dark load with a color catcher and a few random lights and as I passed the beer fridge (read: tiny college cube) I thought to myself - "It would actually be so nice to just sit down here in a lawn chair with a beer right now." Look, I'm my sister. My room is the basement.

4. My sister. she's always my favorite, no notes needed.

5. My jeans. They fit. Enough said. They aren't my "small' ones but I have jeans that fit. Wow.


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Oops, mood ended. Time past. Post is in draft. Ending it here, cant replicate the mood post moment. Ta