Warning: If you have no interest in BOSSY, don’t bother reading this post. I’m detailing this event as though her stalker biggest fan got locked up an hour before and I’m trying to be his second. Or her second, as the case may be.
Yesterday afternoon Jeremy and I loaded up the car with some Emu-chili (shut-up, it was totally delicious), a bottle of Barefoot Pinot Grigio, some strawberries and chocolate. Plus some other stuff that’s really none of your business. We kissed the kids good-bye and headed off on our mini-roadtrip. The excitement! The open road! Oh wait, I forgot my camera so back we went. But then. The excitement! The open road! It took about four hours (with bay area traffic) but we arrived right on time to Cat’s fabulous apartment in San Francisco. 
After depositing our offerings on the buffet and making hasty trips to the bathroom (where Cat strategically placed this),
we got to chat with BOSSY and some super-cool Bay Area Bloggers. Hopefully you can find their links on BOSSY, because I’m terrible at keeping track of such things. Poor Jeremy, I told him that a couple of other guys were going to be there but turns out they couldn’t make it. I promise, honey, they did exist.
BOSSY said Jeremy looks just like her cousin so I captured the family reunion in this photo.
And then I stepped up to the plate, and BOSSY’s all, Damn! and tried to help me out by doing the tall-person-meets-a-midget stoop.
You can’t know what to expect going into a situation where you don’t really know anyone and where you feel like you know all about someone but they don’t have a clue about YOU. So BOSSY was all, “Yea, my son…” and the rest of us were all, “Uh-huh, yea, he’s tall, and he has brown hair, and he’s 18, and he’s going to go to Columbia, and he’s all for Barack Obama…” and then BOSSY was all, “Um, what was I saying?”. Just kidding. It was a lot more natural than that and I must say, BOSSY is a totally normal person. I don’t know what else I expected, but there you go. I kept calling her, “her” because I had been referring to her as BOSSY this whole time, but it’s really weird to say, “So, BOSSY, have you been pooping alright?” but yet I had a hard time calling her “Georgia” because she’s BOSSY. But she’s not actually bossy. Are you following this? Wait, how many glasses of wine did I have?
Here are some totally stalker-ish photos for you.
BOSSY’s non-toe cleavage shoes. I also have a photo of her bling-y belt, but it looks more like a shot of her crotch and this is not that kind of blog.
BOSSY setting up a shot.
Let me take a moment here to say, maybe one of these days I will figure out how to make my photos look prettier, as in, not all washed out with red eye for all mankind. Until then, you all have to suffer – particularly those of you on the other end of my camera. Especially when I’ve had a few glasses of wine so that each glass increases the number of clicks exponentially. Left hand, drink, right hand, click. Gotcha.
There was great conversation, lots of laughter, and a totally comfortable atmosphere.
And I really wish I had noticed my whole eye was covered by my hair.
I’d like to say THANKS to BOSSY, Bay Area organizer Stefania, SF host Cat, and all the other bloggers who came – we had a great time. The biggest thanks of all goes to my husband: thanks, babe, for going to this estrogen fest with me on our date night; for driving 7 hours round-trip; for not waking me up as I slept in the passenger seat at 1 AM; for supporting me and not complaining even once. I’m the luckiest woman ever, and I know it!
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A TV *STAR*
One of my favorite places on Earth, The Birth Center, asked me to be in their new commercial, airing on Surewest Cable. I do whatever I can to help them out, so of course I said YES! A few weeks ago I went and did my thang. I’ve never been on TV before, so ~ well, no. I’m not telling the truth. I have been on TV before, once when our local cable channel interviewed me about a youth program I was involved in, back in the day. I got to be on the radio for that one, too! And then also when our plane ingested a flock of birds upon take-off and we had to do that whole emergency landing with only one engine, our heads between our knees, all the while smelling something burning. Yes, I was on TV that time, too. The news crew interviewed me as we exited the plane. And as I recall, my poor sister had some strange crick in her neck at the time where if she didn’t take muscle relaxers right on schedule, she could only look to the right. When she drove in the car with someone (which was all the time because hello you can’t drive a car when you can’t swivel your head!), it looked like she was very angry at them. It’s too bad her crick wasn’t to the left, so that she looked in love with them. Anyway, she really, really needed to take her meds and had to wait while they finished interviewing me. She wasn’t so happy about that.
So anyway, I’ve never PLANNED to be on TV as an ADULT, so I was very excited and nervous. I saw the commercial for the first time last weekend and it turned out SO GREAT! TBC is planning to ad the commercial to their website soon, so you can check it out at their link. Oh, and if you are in the greater Sacramento Area, consider Natural Childbirth at The Birth Center! It’s a nice way for a family to be born!
Here I am, on set.
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I… HOP
My dad has a 1953 Studebaker so he is all about showing it off. Our local IHOP hosts classic car shows on Saturday nights from Spring through Fall (weather permitting) and this weekend was the first of the year. It was quite a shin-dig, with bounce houses and music and free sno-cones and a Cookie-Lee jewelry booth, so my parents took Alison there on a “date”. She enjoyed a grape sno-cone before dinner, a cherry sno-cone after, and made several new friends inside the bounce house. She also stalked “Charlie” the chocolate chip pancake, who, for the record, does NOT pee outside, even though he’s a boy.
Blythe and I met them for dinner (is it still called dinner if you eat breakfast? Alison doesn’t think so) but didn’t stick around for the festivities. What I want to know is how they can bring all the grown folks their food and make a small child wait, plate-less, for an extra 15 minutes. And seriously, pancakes? Should be the easiest, quickest thing to make. I mean, for The International House of Pancakes, anyway. I’m just sayin’. While Alison WAITED for her food, she managed to poke a hole in the styrofoam cup they brought her milk in. The hole was about a half inch from the bottom, and so it spilled all over the table, which led right to her LAP. She wanted me to drive home and get her some dry pants, but I was not about to do that 40 minute round-trip drive. I know, I’m the worst mom ever – but wait, it gets worse. She was sitting across the table from me, so I didn’t see the damage until she came over to give me a hug good-bye. I tried my very, very best not to laugh at my poor girl, but she looked just like she had peed her pants. A LOT. So yes, people, I laughed and made her wear those pants for the rest of the night. NOW you can call me the worst mother ever.
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A Wedding
This evening my good friend, Dusty, is getting married. I love making invitations and such, so when she called a few months ago to tell me she was GETTING MARRIED! I, of course, volunteered to make some invites for her. She ended up needing about 100, and as I had never made that many invitations for anything, much less a wedding, I’m proud of myself for getting them done on time and not getting sloppy! Of course the next event I made invites for (a mere 2 weeks later) required 130 invitations. Yowza. On the outside, you see something classy, pretty, and nice. Peeking through the tiny holes, you get a glimpse of something more, something intriguing, something worth trying to find. But can you just tear right into it? No. Does it offer up its secrets for just anyone? No. You have to work a little, coax it, be gentle. And slowly, if you’re patient, the knot will loosen. The inside is just beautiful, an intricate design and pattern that is unexpected. It holds words of importance, depth, honesty. The message speaks of hope, love, family and faith. The beauty inside can be seen peeking through the words, as a promise that they are genuine. The invitations are a reflection of who you are, and they were created just for you, because they are what I see when I see you.
I wrote her a little note that was especially heartfelt, describing my inspiration for these. Here’s part of it:
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Hannah – WHO?
‘Round here, Monday is “Ma’maw Day” and Wednesday is “Mommy Day” for Alison. We swap kids on those days so that we both have some alone time with each of the girls.
I love Mommy Wednesdays, because it gives Alison and I some time to really talk and have fun with no other distractions. Typically we go to lunch after school, run errands, go visit friends and find something fun to do. Here are some of the best quotes from today:
In response to the question, “Do you want to get your hair cut after lunch?”
“No, I want to grow it to here (gesturing). I want it long like Hannah Montana”
After losing her pink balloon from Red Robin (always with the Red Robin!):
“Please change this music, Mommy. I can only like to listen to sad, slow songs right now.”
As I reach for a piece of bread out of the bag:
“No, Mama! Only KIDS can feed the ducks. Grown ups just WATCH.” (Complete with eye roll).
In response to the question, “What did you do at school today?”:
“At recess, me and A. and S. played ‘Bad Girls Club’.”
To which I responded, a little incredulously, “Whose idea was THAT?”
“Mine. Cause Daddy watched Bad Girls Club last night, and I watched it with him.”
And finally:
“My tummy hurts right here (pointing). I think there’s a baby in there. Probably a boy baby so Daddy can have a new friend.”