Catch Up – Weekend of Sept 22nd
Okay, I’ve been quite busy as of late. Here are quick glimspes of what I’ve been up to:
Two weekends ago, I went up to the Northern Virginia area to do an activity that used to fill me with dread– I went dress shopping. And it turned out to be a fabulous time. I got to meet Stacy’s fiance, Louise. I got to meet Stacy’s daughter, Addie and I got to get to know one of the bridesmaids better.
On top of that, the act on trying on those fancy dresses was quite fun. I’m pleased with our selection. I was also pleasantly surprised with the price! The whole drive up, I mentally braced myself for something along the lines of $500. The morning of the shopping outing, my father got me flustered.
“No! That dress is going to be a thousand dollars!” he exclaimed.
I was a bit worried until I reported Dad’s statement to Mom. She rolled her eyes and asked me a simple question:
“Oh come on, how many bridesmaid dresses has your father bought?!?”
How much is this dress? $1000? $500?
Dad’s guess was a gross overestimate, as was mine. We would both suck ass at The Price is Right.
That same weekend, I got to visit my home town! The reinnovations to the 123 Bridge are almost done and they include a pedestrian walkway with beautiful views of the river and the town!
I also got to visit the house I grew up in, my grandmother’s house, and a brick dedicated to my grandmother on the sidewalk in front of our town hall.
Within eighteen hours I discovered that *two* individuals I know have some artistic talent. First off, Ryan Somma can draw cartoons?!? And then an absolutely mind-boggling discovery followed. My brother, that pesky little boy who ruined my first kiss, can paint?!?!?! I was helping my Mom move furniture to my brother’s room and found his rendition of a turkey buzzard (my 2nd favorite bird!) on display:
Turkey Buzzard by Jay
Serendipity and Spit-up
When I met little Addison, I got to hold her for a while. Things were going smoothly for while, but then she made a face and I suspected that at any moment she would start to cry. With an audience of people I just met for the very first time, I was self-conscious about triggering a sobbing spectacle. So what do I do? Run away! I handed Addie back over to her father before she had a chance to cry. Almost immediately after the hand-off, Addie spit up on Stacy. With him, it got on his shirt. BUT– the way I was holding her, it would have been a perfect shot on my still-growing Locks of Love hair. Sometimes, it pays off to be a wuss!