Three things happened in the last 24 hours that are absolutely what I needed, when I needed it. Things in my life are amazing and overwhelming, disappointing and uplifting all at the same time, as they are in many of your lives too, I’m sure. Without boring you with the details, I’ll say that in my writing life I’ve had a couple of disheartening moments in the last week or so, but I found exactly what I need from people in my life to keep me smiling.
First – literal feeding.
I have a friend who is an amazing cook. You know how most people are either really good cooks or really good bakers? This one is the whole package. Last night she thought we should come over to her house for some Chinese Sticky Ribs and fried rice. Um, okay.
She fed my family AND gave me a delicious grapefruity-tinged glass of chardonnay. I was in my happy place. No one on the planet could be unhappy with Chinese Sticky Ribs in their mouth. And her husband is adorably snarky and her kids pretty great too. I even like her cat, which is saying a LOT. Read more…
As I think I’ve alluded to before, it’s been crack-a-laka crazy around our house lately with basketball and musicals and show choirs and orchestras and a couple of full-time jobs. This weekend has been an oasis in the middle of all of that crazy, because we were taking the family to Hilton Coliseum in Ames to see Iowa State men’s basketball.
If I haven’t made myself clear in the past, let me reiterate – we are an Iowa State Cyclones home. Current Husband and I met at Iowa State, where we both graduated. Our kids have been brought up singing the Iowa State fight song, especially important since we’ve always lived in Iowa Hawkeye country. My sister-in-law is also an ISU grad, along with CH’s stepfather and all of CH’s step-siblings. We don’t get to many games, and this particular weekend is our fun weekend in Ames with my sister-in-law’s family.
Even George the Superpet is a fan.
We didn’t get off to a great start – about 45 minutes away from Ames, we hit some bad weather. REALLY bad weather. Cars started going in the ditch. A Geek Squad van, driving the opposite direction on Interstate 35, was flashing his brights and had his window down and his arm out, gesturing for everyone to slow down, and then we came up on this:
George the Superpet has decided he wants to go to bed with me.
It started when Current Husband got his new job in August and started commuting quite a bit, and occasionally spending the night in the town where he works. On those nights, I would invite George up to the bed to spoon with me. Unfortunately, he is now addicted to my bed. I can hardly blame him. It IS the Platinum Model Supernova Jay-Z Perfect Sleeper Nursing Home Bed. But still. He’s a dog. Sort of.
It’s gotten so bad that we have to be sure our bedroom door is latched when we leave home, or he’ll sprawl out on it all day, and then it smells like Fritos. When I get home from work, he says hi to me, and then walks to my bedroom door and stares at it. He has started licking the door when I don’t open it immediately. When he gets on the bed, he will sometimes lick the bedspread a little bit. It’s a love story.
Here he was when I first walked into my room tonight:
I know, right? Who would kick this guy out of bed? Read more…
Is it Thursday? Really? Because this week has been insane in the membrane. I’m pretty sure it’s Tuesday. No? Well, shit.
So it’s 9 p.m. and I just got home from an orchestra concert after basketball after a Variety Show meeting after work, so I’ve been out of my house for about 14 hours now. This has been going on all week. I’m going to give you a mini-tour of what my house looks like right now.
My laptop is on the dining room table. Here is the view to the left: