Wednesday, September 8, 2010
To give you an idea what it was like... imagine standing on a Frisbee on an ice skating rink. It was pretty tricky. I felt like I was going to be forced into doing the only split I've ever done in my entire life. I'm definitely going to give it another try because I think it's a great concept and it's supposed to be a great workout for your thighs and bum. Lord knows, I need all the help I can get with mine.
I had lunch today with a friend that I have not seen or spoken to in over 14 years. I worked with her when I worked for an eye doctor in Snellville. I left there to begin my court reporting career. She's still there and will be celebrating 25 years there in February. She was like a big sister to me, partly because she's 10 years older than me, but mostly because she was just that kind of friend. In fact, she was a bridesmaid in my wedding.
Somehow, we lost touch. I never called her and she never called me. I thought of her often and wondered if she still worked in the same office. Monday, while I wasn't laboring, I thought of her and decided to track her down. After looking at about 100 girls with her same name, I realized she wasn't on Facebook. So I decided to Google the doctor we worked for and see if he perhaps had a web page. Lucky for me he did. And even luckier for me, she still works there and her e-mail address was on the site.
I e-mailed her that minute and she replied to me first thing Tuesday morning. We scheduled lunch and went to have Chinese. That was always our favorite lunch. I can't tell you how good it was to see her. So much had changed in her life since I had last talked with her. She got divorced, became a grandmother and lost her parents. It was if we just picked up where we left off in our friendship. I'm so excited to have reconnected to such a special friend. This time I'm not going to lose touch with her. She's a keeper.
Eli had his first ever cavity filled this morning. Suz sent me this picture of him. Look at that preciousness sitting so still and straight while getting his little cavity filled. It's so sweet that I can hardly stand it!
And tonight, she sent me this picture. I think it might be Eli's first ever love note.
All I can say about that is that Becca is one lucky little girl!
Hope everyone had a great day! I sure did.
Till next time.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Friday night, Jeff and I went to our new favorite Mexican cantina.
We got there about 8:45 and it was still crowded, with lots of people still coming. It's a small place and the bar only seats about eight. If you have to wait, you have to wait outside. It was a lovely night and we waited on the patio for about 45 minutes. The people watching was great, so the time passed quickly. The food, as always, was the best. Since it was such a nice night, we took the top down on the convertible. The lights through downtown were so pretty. It was a great night!
Saturday morning, I got up bright and early and went to spin class at the gym. I've gotten totally addicted to that class. The feeling of pouring sweat and working so hard feels wonderful. I got home and showered and got ready to watch the bulldogs whoop up on the Ragin' Cajuns from Louisiana.
Jeff is coaching football again this year. He's coaching 11-year-old boys. His second game of the season was on Saturday night.
And it was a wonderful visit!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Of course, we still have plenty more hot and humid days ahead, but July and August are behind us and that makes me and this lovely pumpkin lady happy!
It means that soon we'll be putting out mums and pansies. I've already been planning where I'm going to put mine. And last night I even started getting the area ready.
I'm thinking about my scarecrow. I've even got his spot picked out. Now all I'll have to do is get him made. I'll go to Goodwill and get some cheap clothes. This year Jeff's going to build me a frame for my scarecrow. Every other year, I have to spend a few minutes each day standing the poor soul back up. Speaking of scarecrows, this is a picture of two amazing ones that Jason's cousin made for a hoe-down shower. Aren't they adorable?
The first day of the bers means that my birthday is in six weeks. I'll be 45. Wow, that's old. Some days I feel it. Some days I feel younger than ever.
I love the sweet smell of apple cinnamon in the fall. I can't wait to start burning a few of those scented candles. I don't burn them any other time, except in the bers. I just can't enjoy apple cinnamon in July. Doesn't work for me.
Even though I love summertime and I'll always be a summertime kinda gal, I believe that fall is my favorite season. May and June are great in Georgia. July and August are torture. We get four months of the bers. And that's a good thing.
College football starts tomorrow night.
Yet another great thing about the bers. College football Saturdays make me deliriously happy.
The only bad thing about the bers is that after they're gone, the dreary arys follow.
What does the first day of the bers mean to you? What are you looking forward to?
Till next time, have a great first day of September.