–This past week has been a monumental one. So many big, important, and wonderful things have happened that I have no idea how we were able to fit them into a span of seven days. And today is my mom’s birthday. What up, mom! Thank you for loving me and putting up with all the swearing. You are the best. And if you, me, & Elias ever put out a record, I suggest that this be our album cover.
–In once-in-a-lifetime, bucket-list news, two of my absolute favorite people on the internet actually went out of their way to come to my little town and grace me with their presence. They were on a train trip together across America and could have easily talked about their travels using the Royal We because as far as the librarian internet is concerned, I was with motherfucking librarian royalty. I was in awe of them. I kept wanting to pinch myself. I felt like bursting into song. I met Kristin not long after I first joined twitter and instantly recognized a soulmate. After describing her to Anthony, he realized that she was probably his soulmate, too. And I couldn’t even be mad–she is that awesome! I met Val slightly later, and instantly connected on a spiritual, cat-obsessed level. In fact, I think Val snuggled every cat within a mile’s radius of my house. Zorro was the recipient of much hugs and affection! They are amazing, and after hanging out for awhile I could hardly take them to dinner anywhere else but this great local place called Ten East Tavern, which is housed in the building that used to be our town’s train depot and is over a hundred years old. (Which is pretty old for America in general, and positively ancient in terms of buildings out West.) We ate our dinner in a converted train car because I demand only the best for my train-enthusiast visitors! As if we hadn’t already proved we were soulmates from our previous interactions, I had set aside vintage mugs to give them and, without discussing it, they brought me a vintage mug of my own. From now on, visitors to my house can expect to be given a vintage mug as a thank-you for visiting. It was a magical night and the next day I was so, so, so, broken health-wise (as per usual after awesome events), and it was one hundred percent worth it. We are now, the three of us, plus probably Anthony and Zorro, married. Welcome to California! Here’s your plural marriage certificate and free vintage mug. Come again.
–I’m adding “ride a train across the West” to my life list. Kristin and Val’s videos and photos as they made their way across the country have been amazing.
–My whole family came together this weekend for my cousin Allen’s wedding. And I mean whole family–my sister, who hasn’t seen Elias since he was an infant, flew in from D.C. for the wedding and has been staying with us. It has been so great to have her here again and to spend family time together just hanging out. Isobel loves Auntie T, or, as she calls her, “My best friend, Auntie T!” She also has her share of chronic health problems (sadly it runs in the family) so we move at a similar pace and have been spending time playing video games, coloring, and watching nature documentaries together. In fact, I found one on whales and dolphins-my sister’s favorite–that looked especially good, and it was, but we weren’t quite prepared for the first segment to go into extreme and graphic detail about one-ton whale testicles and whale sexual behavior. It was, uh, very educational for us both. She can now return home and tell her husband all the things she learned about whale peen.
–The wedding itself was deeply, deeply wonderful. I’m so fortunate to have such a wonderful family, and now we have a new cousin. The reception was held in my Aunt & Uncle’s backyard and everything was decorated so beautifully. Elias was quite a handful, and I was more than a little worried about him diving head first into the swimming pool. As we pulled up to the house and Isobel saw where we were she excitedly asked, “Is the wedding going to be a pool party?!” Good god, I hoped not. Fortunately, no one fell in, but Elias did manage to get himself elbow-deep in a bird bath. We left a bit earlier than we would have liked due to the kids, but it probably worked out for the best. If I had stayed for dancing I wouldn’t have been able to help myself, and the next day I would have been bedridden.
–Isobel luckily missed the educational documentary about whales doin’ it because she was in school. School started last week and we are settling back into our routine. I think Elias really missed the carrier because his whole face lit up when he saw me put it on. Several times he’s handed it to me out of the blue so I could wear him. Many thanks again to Little Big reader Andi who sent it to me for free when her kiddo grew out of it. I have no idea what I’m going to do when Elias gets to big to be worn. Isobel is liking school as much as one can when they’d rather be at home making crafts with their Mimi. She has several friends in her class from last year and seems to like her teacher. Now that she’s a first grader she has her own desk, crayons, pencils, text books and workbooks. She stays all day at school now so I’ve been packing her a lunch. My challenge this year is to be as creative and healthy with what I pack as I can, given that she is in an extreme picky phase. We’ll cross our fingers and see how it turns out!
–I am not even done with the awesomeness of this last week yet. My beautiful and very fashionable friend Jenny hosted a yard sale this weekend. It was not just any yard sale. She used to own a vintage clothing shop, and had a ton of stock she wanted to get rid of. She is a kind and generous soul, so she invited all her friends who love vintage to come to the yard sale and take their pick of any of her clothes, shoes, and accessories for free. How could we resist?! My first thought was, wait a minute! It’s a trap!!! I was there bright and early anyway, because even if it was a trap, that’s how I want to go down–drowning in free vintage. But it wasn’t a trap! Jenny is just a super great person who happens to have the enviable problem of looking great in everything and so owns too many clothes. My BFF Stef, longtime thrifting partner and vintage fiend, was not able to make it, so I loaded up on her behalf. One of the many benefits of being lifelong friends is that I know her style and was able to grab two bags of stuff for her. I left with four bags total and went straight to her house to split the vintage spoils. When I came home Isobel rooted through my bags and announced, “The next time you go thrifting you have to bring a cute little kid, like me!” Then she tried wearing my new sequined miniskirt.
–Adding to the list of amazing things that happened this weekend: we took my sister to the taco trucks and saw a man on a horse riding toward the lawn mower repair shop. He was later spotted by a friend down town, going through the Jack-In-The-Box drive through.
Chicken Leg Phone? I don’t know what this is, but I approve.
Pepperoni & Pain: The Story of the Hot Pockets Guy. An important cautionary tale. By TheThomason
Snapshot 04.15.15. Yeah. Don’t jump on a trampoline.
Friends of the Library Book Sale Score. I add to my collection of books on plant sex.
Scrapbook: Yosemite. Or, “This was kind of a bad idea.”
Scrapbook: Pacific Pinball Museum. This was such good times.
FF Small Town Diner. Original Mid-Cent Mod design.
Recipe: Easy Cheddar WTF Biscuits. Seriously. These biscuits.