Daily Dose Of Liam
If I ask what a dog says, he makes a sound that definitely could be “woof, woof, woof.”
Jen, E and Gabe came to see us this evening. L got to have a little bit of ice cream. He likes it.
Ciao Vespa
Aaron sold my scooter yesterday. It was a little too temperamental for both his and my liking. It made me a little sad, but I think I am too much of a mom for a scooter at this point.
Plus, I REALLY missed the money in my savings account. I’m a little weird like that.
Washers: A Great American Game
Enjoyed our first firm function last night. It was not at all what I expected, but I was glad. It was SUPER casual.
The most interesting parts of the evening were:
- Shining the 80 million candle light work light into the neighbors’ bedroom windows.
- Talking with all of the wives about how our husbands are not handy. I think the best story on this one was the guy who was distraught because the cable was out. His wife called and the cable guy came to fix it. He screwed the cable back in the wall.
- Saturn Missiles at 10 p.m.
- Playing Washers.
Oh, and I think that attorneys might be close to catching up with the advertising crowd in terms of the amount of alcohol consumed.
Daily Dose Of Liam
L bit me and left a mark.
He was up at 5.30. I think he was up before then, but I could hardly hear him so I thought he’d gone back to sleep. Turns out that I had never turned the monitor back on in his room from when Jen and Jules were here. We were having interference between ours and theirs. I realized that Aaron had said he said he cried really hard when he put him down last night, but that as soon as he got downstairs and turned on the monitor he was quiet. Ummm, yeah…no wonder he couldn’t hear him. Who knows how long the poor kid cried.
But still happy!
Determined to get the toys I’ve hidden.
Rainbow Coalition
Went out with BTK last night. Jamie was unable to attend, but I think we may have a new member. And I like her. She likes potatoes. She tap dances. She reminds me of Tiff, a good pal of mine from Omaha. And she likes Indian food. How cool is that?
Anyway, Meg, Olivia, and I went to Thai Place last night for dinner. It’s been a long and crazy week and I was a little out of it at first, but I eventually came around. I didn’t know that Olivia would be in attendance and at first I was a little hurt and thought that maybe Meg was afraid to go to dinner with just me. But, it worked out swimmingly. The two of them were on their third or fourth date. Meg and I were on a comfortable whatever number date a couple who sees each other occasionally over a five-year period are on and Olivia and I were on our first date.
I knew Meg thought she was an interesting young woman, so of course I wanted to know all about her as well. It seemed a little odd, but she was able to give me a detailed rundown of her likes/dislikes/hobbies, etc. in a nonchalant I-get-this-all-the-time kind of way. I was so impressed. And when the tables were turned, I was horrified that all I could mumble is, “Ummm, I’m a mom. And…yeah…I’m a mom.”
It turns out that she has just signed up for match.com and has very recently written her bio at which point it became clear to me that she had given this some serious thought. It’s been a looong time since I’ve had to give anyone the 411, so I didn’t feel so bad that I was a little rusty.
At any rate, I immediately started asking questions. I’ve seen those eHarmony commercials with they crazy old smiley guy and I’ve been obsessed with the Personality Profile ever since. Who wouldn’t want to see who you’d be matched with based on “29 key dimensions that predict deep compatibility and happier, more lasting relationships?”
I have been tempted to sign up on too many occasions to count, but then I’d be one of “those” married people. I am just so fascinated by the entire process. They need to have a section for those of us just looking for friends.
I digress.
Upon asking about eHarmony, Olivia informed me that she and her girls have a theory that eHarmony is for people who want to get married and Match is for people who want to date. After looking at both sites, I think the theory sticks. We are trying to talk Meg into signing up.
Since we were on the topic of meeting boys, I mentioned the 52-point list that I created when I decided that I was either going to have to die a spinster, switch to girls or find a boy that matched every last point.
Olivia agreed that just when one gets to the point of considering experimentation, he or she will meet the woman/man of his or her dreams.
It’s true, I swear. All 52.
Off the topic of online dating, Olivia is one of those lucky people who have strange things happen to them all the time. Meg is like that too. I love to hang out with these people because things like this happen.
We were trying to be covert, so you can’t really see the third woman with the red hat. It was weird.
I wish we could have gotten Meg in the pic with the Red Hat Girls.
Following dinner, we decided to go over to Olivia’s. The drive over was fantastic. We were the rainbow coalition:
Olivia,
Heidi,
and Meg.
We had these amazing rum slushy things that tasted like snow cones. They were delish.
It was a wonderful evening. It was fun to be with people that I have so much in common with even though we don’t all have kids. Let me just say…I covet Olivia’s Brownie cameras. I also covet Meg’s tangerine scooter.
Unfortunately, the night did end on a bad chicken/veggie note. I got home with Olivia’s leftovers and she got mine. Since she’s vegetarian, I doubt she’ll be eating my chicken panang curry. Sorry O. I knew our server had an ulterior motive behind that smile.
