Still in Eighth Grade
Okay, so I have this new friend. She lives on my street but as luck would have it, she and her family are moving some time this summer. Still, it's one of those connections (on my part--which I realize can look a lot like stalking to normal people) that makes me feel like I've met someone to whom I was related in another lifetime. Her name is Lin and she's just... well, so cool that I would like for her to quit her job and hang out and play with me all day.
Like, if I won the lottery, I'd pay for her to do just that. (Note to self: find out if New York has a lottery so I can forget to play it here, too.) (Sigh.)
Anyway, she's just really nice and I'm so glad to have met her. And she's already invited me to a Pilates class at her house tomorrow night. As you all know, since I have described to everyone's utter nauseum, I am so ready to get back into shape and lose some of this excess weight. I just hope... you know, that I don't ... pass gas or something. Have something in my nose. Have a heart attack and require a defibrillator.
Because, apparently, for me, eighth grade is an infinite experience. Some day I really do hope to go to high school.
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Still no Edward kitty --two weeks today since he went missing. We DID catch a very upset raccoon in the trap, though. And we spread more fliers. I am trying to hold on to hope. It's a weird thing to be missing him--a low level pain that I am aware of all the time but it's not totally incapacitating, you know? Like someone amputated my pinkie finger. Hurts. But it's not fatal.
I hope.
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More tomorrow about how much time I've been spending with roosters and why this makes me say incredibly foul things...in my mind. Honestly, if I never see another rooster in my life, it will be too soon. Much less one who looks like he COULD be wearing a top hat.
Like, if I won the lottery, I'd pay for her to do just that. (Note to self: find out if New York has a lottery so I can forget to play it here, too.) (Sigh.)
Anyway, she's just really nice and I'm so glad to have met her. And she's already invited me to a Pilates class at her house tomorrow night. As you all know, since I have described to everyone's utter nauseum, I am so ready to get back into shape and lose some of this excess weight. I just hope... you know, that I don't ... pass gas or something. Have something in my nose. Have a heart attack and require a defibrillator.
Because, apparently, for me, eighth grade is an infinite experience. Some day I really do hope to go to high school.
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Still no Edward kitty --two weeks today since he went missing. We DID catch a very upset raccoon in the trap, though. And we spread more fliers. I am trying to hold on to hope. It's a weird thing to be missing him--a low level pain that I am aware of all the time but it's not totally incapacitating, you know? Like someone amputated my pinkie finger. Hurts. But it's not fatal.
I hope.
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More tomorrow about how much time I've been spending with roosters and why this makes me say incredibly foul things...in my mind. Honestly, if I never see another rooster in my life, it will be too soon. Much less one who looks like he COULD be wearing a top hat.
Comments
Hang in there.
New friends are cool. And you know the old Irish proverb, the road to a friend's house is never long.
I think your way is probably better. I'm glad you met someone nice on your block.
I hope we see some new "curled toe" pictures very soon. Edward is the really reliable engine, Edward...please stop making us worry :(
(I mean that in the non-lesbian way of course.) (Notthattheresanythingwrongwiththat.)
And I'm so, so sorry about Edward. I've been knee-deep in boxes and newspaper, but I've been reading along and my heart just aches for you. I'm praying he'll come back. I forced my three year old to pray he'd come back too. (I figure he's closer to God or something - he probably has more pull.)