And in my spare time...

The last week has been brutal. too much work, not enough (if any) air conditioning, and not enough time. because, lets face it, there's *always* enough time. however, during the chaos, i've probably done more serious thinking. serious ending that ended up at a toga party. if that's the end to a week when you've worried about everything and everyone, i've got my sheets ready for next week.

there seems to be some correlation between the temp hitting an unbearable 9o degrees and the birth of babies. 4 of my friends birthed out the little bundles of screaming joy on the same day. Nice work, ladies... i probably would have taken drastic measures, too, just to be in a place with air conditioning.

i've done too much thinking about friendships. i can mostly say this is because one of my dearest friends is moving to utah in the next couple weeks. i'm not going to front and be all tough about her going... because i can't be. Nancy means the world to me... she's one of those (few) people who is incredibly real, changes your life, and is going to RUIN the mormon view of a WASP. these are only a few reasons why she rocks. utah is lucky to have her, i'm incredibly lucky to have had years with her.


let's be honest here. i have plenty of acquaintances, and most of them i would really like to spend more time with and pick their brains.

But as for friendships that have weathered the storms, had the knock- down-drag-outs, the stories that never get old when told, the laughs, the tears, the security... well, i have a smattering of those. those are the ones that bring laughter into life, that make the chaos disappear, and those that surround you when you need them. I was with a very good group last night. Some i know well, some i'm in the process of knowing better. i adore them all... only a few people understand how to quote movies at the right time, how to properly make fun of leopard print togas, and how to take being collectively called "a group of the coolest assholes" by a total stranger. thank you all for a truly memorable night.


i'm getting too serious. i've also been on a crappy movie kick. i'm glad you can't see my netflix queue to judge me more that you already do.... but one helpful hint... stay far far far away from "My Bloody Valentine". wow.





ps....


i suppose watching "Last Tango in Paris" was a little to much for the man of the house... he couldn't get past the subtitles to appreciate th... well, just see the movie . (If you haven't seen this.. you need to. AFTER the kids have gone to bed. you should probably lock them in, to avoid any "talk" that you're not ready for. EVER)