Two of my favorite people came to visit this weekend. T’was wonderful to be together for yet another Girls Weekend. (Previous visits can be seen here, here, here, here, here…Need I go on?) For a minute we forgot we were 30-somethings instead of 20-somethings and stayed up talking until 4 a.m. Sunday morning. Two days worth of coffee and Advil later, I seem to have recovered.
Miss you, girls!
Friday’s weather was absolutely insane. I’m sure you’ve seen the news footage. The forecast was so grim that Lesli, Susan and I considered rescheduling Girls Weekend – which should be a huge indicator that we were very nervous about traveling. Girls Weekend is a standing thrice-yearly date we have kept since 2000. The only occasions for which we’ve rescheduled have to do with birthing or adopting children.
Weather be damned. We went anyway. Lesli had a flight scheduled and Chuck rearranged his schedule so I could head to Middle Tennessee sooner than later in an effort to beat the storms. Minus scary charcoal gray clouds and seeking shelter at a gas station in Crossville for a passing hail storm, my drive was fine. Lesli experienced what she called “more than turbulence” on her flight from DC, but the landing was smooth and she arrived virtually on time.
The rest of the weekend was just lovely.
Lesli (of “Susan and Lesli from College“) is pregnant with her first baby. She and her husband have elected to wait until the birth to find out whether they’re having a son or daughter. There is an envelope from the ultrasound technician somewhere in their house with this information in it, and if we lived closer, Susan and I would probably plan a secret invasion. How they are managing to keep their cool is beyond me. I’d be all over that envelope.
One of the reasons I was so happy to move back to Tennessee in early March was so I could attend Lesli’s hometown baby shower this past weekend. (They currently live in DC but are both from east Tennessee and are having showers in both places.) Susan drove in from Clarksville and we squeezed in a mini-Girls Weekend Saturday night. Like the Chattanooga Recharge, I was overjoyed to be back with two of my dearest friends.
I am equally excited about the baby – who I presume to be a girl.
Since I’m currently
unemployed freelancing, I really have to watch was I spend now. It’s not like I didn’t watch it before, but I kind of watched it with one eye closed. And even then the open eye was more like a wink. But now I’m fully awake, aware and in contact with my checkbook ledger on a daily basis.
The timing of this frugality couldn’t be more obnoxious because I really want to shop for Lesli’s baby. Did you catch that, reader? LESLI IS PREGNANT! (This is Lesli of “Susan and Lesli from college.“) She and her husband have been so good about hanging on to their little secret, but now that I’ve thrown it out there… well, it’s a secret no more. Their little bundle of sweetness arrives in May, and while we don’t know if they’ll have a boy or a girl, I’m glad that owls are great for both.
For example, how much does Lesli’s baby need these!
I found these little jewels while perusing baby stuff on Etsy (click the photo for the link) and I think they’d be perfect for a boy or girl. However, if she does have a girl, I’d be hard-pressed to resist these Little Piggies:
I lost an hour of my life on Etsy and had to force myself to leave before I whipped out my debit card. There is a serious level of creativity going on over there. It might just be my new favorite shopping spot… when I have money to spend, that is.
Susan and Lesli left last night, ending our last Girls Weekend of 2010 and hopefully the last one we’ll celebrate in Amarillo. The irony is that they were here last November and all I could say is, “Next time I host, it should be in Knoxville.” Hmm.
We did all of our usual things: talk, eat, talk, sleep, talk and laugh. And eat. And see the new Harry Potter flick. (Yes! Loved it! So stressful!) Normally we get dolled up and grab a long dinner out, but with no childcare available at nighttime, I treated my friends to Pei Wei takeout on Saturday and a home-cooked meal on Sunday. Low key and totally economical, considering we’ve been known to drop serious cash for fancy food and drinks.
We’ll head north of Nashville in the spring and D.C. next summer, and when it’s my turn again to host in the fall or winter, who the heck knows where it will be.
Today begins my last two weeks at the magazine and I’ll spend that time training my replacement. That means that the February magazine is completely out of my hands. It’s going to take a little time to process that.
However, on a positive note, yesterday I spoke with the author of the book I’m designing/editing and it looks like he may increase my workload a bit, which means it is to my benefit to have more time to work on it. I’ve barely touched it since Thanksgiving, so I’m already devising a daily schedule in my mind of dropping kids at school, running, and working on the book during the day – something I’ve not been able to do since I started it. The notion of “working from home” has lessened the blow of leaving my job. It’s funny – my reaction when people ask, “How’ve you done it all? I can’t imagine how much you’ve had on your plate.”
My answer is simply, “I have no idea.”