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Boo at the zoo…

The sleepover was a hit and our plan for the child handover was to meet at the zoo.  It’s a beautiful day but also a holiday.  I prayed for a rainy day but it just didn’t happen.

I was excited to see the zoo, I hadn’t been there since I was pregnant with Boo.  We went there that last week before she was born.  Sully was trying to help distract me, I had been having contractions on and off for a week.  I was nervous and tired and ready to be done with the waiting.  I had spent most of my pregnancy in a panic and I just wanted my healthy baby.  Sully was a rock, he was stable and funny, and we had a great time.

My excitement died down to general happiness as we began to walk.  Our local zoo has an amazing amount of hills to climb up and down on your way between exhibits.  About three quarters of our way through the zoo my calves and shins started screaming.    By the time we got to the car, I was really happy to just sit down.  I was pretty happy… until we got home and I had to get out of  the car.  Ouch!

I was exhausted and sore but it was good.  Boo had a lot of fun and Kayla had a great time.  I will take that success any day.

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Friends and daughters…

Boo is having her first sleepover tonight.  It’s been a crazy week of Boo counting down and asking a million questions.  I finally told her yesterday, or maybe the day before to stop with all the crazy.  All craziness aside, she was very helpful in getting the house straightened up and also helping me get the sleeping bags out.

My close friend from college, I will call her Val, short for Valkyrie, you don’t want to mess with her, she will cut you down verbally in a second.   Val is funny and smart and understands my weird sense of humor.  We have been in and out of touch since our classes together.  She got married and then we got connected when I got married and now over Facebook she has again become one of my best friends.  She has a daughter, ‘Kayla’, who is about a year younger than Boo.  We got them together last fall and they became fast friends.  It was pretty crazy to watch.  Over Fall break we met up and took the girls to Build A Bear.  Nothing like driving along and suddenly hearing them singing an obscure song from Spongebob Squarepants.

As I hear, Kayla and Boo in the other room giggling during the Disney movie and choosing colors for the friendship bracelets they are making, I can’t help but think of us in college.  Ok, so we were so not the girls that planned out our weddings or talked about our future offspring playing, dating or anything else.  We studied, we watched hockey and football and laughed a lot.

We still have a lot in common, she is a teacher and I homeschool and we are both writers.  She jumped into National Novel Writing Month last year, and this year, doing a great job with both projects.  If only we could finish, edit and rewrite…  Oh, I know, it will happen, I am just hoping it’s before we are old and gray.

Ok, time to go make popcorn for the sleepover.

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Here we go…

It’s a terrible thing being separated from one of your best friends.

I supposed I should clarify that a bit.  I am lucky in that, Sully is not only a great hubby but he is also my best friend.  He works from home three out of five workdays and we spend pretty much all day together which is awesome and I love it.  So, no separation there.

No, I am talking about a friend I met in college, years and years before Sully and I found each other working at the bookstore in Monstropolis.  My friend lives a state away.  Faith and I can be apart for years and when we get together we can’t stop talking.  I can tell her just about anything and I am pretty sure she knows she can tell me anything too.  She’s the friend that makes me laugh when I want to cry and gets angry on my behalf when something doesn’t go right.  I do the same with her and we definitely have each other’s backs.  We have a running joke that came from one of those email jokes that is always cycling through.  Not only will I help bury the body, I have my own shovel.  We are both dabbling writers and that just made us laugh.

We have the advantage of Facebook and do keep in touch through messages and chatting.  We chat nearly every day and she is aware of my goals for the new year.  She is also looking forward to a better year including some health and fitness goals.  We both are in need of getting back into shape (I am far worse off than she is) and have decided to work together toward our goals.   We both are dealing with our own issues, both physically and mentally.   She is dealing with some problems with her back and trying to carve out time for herself instead of giving it all to her family.  My issues are more mental issues in regard to time and diet, I am sure I will address this in the future.

So, the challenge has been set and I have twenty weeks to get there.  Holy crap, what was I thinking?