Back on the Facebook and finding old friends, people keep asking me what I have been up to for the last 30, 20, 10 years, depending on who is asking. Remember - I moved around a lot.

I met Terry (- yes, Mr and Mrs Terri(y). How cute can you get???) while out with work friends running around barhopping in LoDo. It comes to our attention that we are three women alone, downtown. One of my friends brought up the fact that John, from the first floor, was downtown with a friend of his from out of town. Now - I only knew John from passing his office on the way to the candy machine, but whatevs. So, we met up with him and his friend. Me and this friend get to talking, and talking and talking. He keeps trying to get me to drink, I have stopped drinking because SIX people have remarked that they cannot believe I left my car in 5 Points. I am desperate to get back to my car, picturing it without tires and windows. I kind of think he is a lush, he kind of thinks I am a bitch, but we keep talking.

We end the night with them walking us to my friends car, so that I can go get mine. He DOES NOT ask for my phone number. After I get my car, we girls go out to breakfast, and they keep remarking about how cute we were together. I keep thinking I am to old for this shit, and that I should have stayed home. He did not ask for my number after all. Over the weekend I think about it some more, and decide I didn't offer up my number either. Monday I give my number to his friend on the way to the candy machine. It was a shitty job, the candy machine was the highlight of my day... His friend makes a few remarks, and then I was saved by his phone ringing. I make my break and wait. Terry called me a couple of days later, and we talked for six hours on the phone. SIX. We talked nightly for the next couple of weeks. He was living in AZ at the time. He would visit here monthly to see his family and friends.

Old friends, new friends, history of, Facebook

So I was contacted on Facebook by and old friend. We met before school when our parents happened to stand near each other during a car derby. We were to short to see over the fence, so ended up playing with each other and listening to the crashes and the crowd. She was my age, her younger brother was my brothers age. My sister was a baby, so it didn't really effect anything.

A year later, we stop at a new bus stop, and my old friend gets on the bus. She was so nervous to get on a bus with people she didn't know, I shouted her name, moved over, and had a instant best friend who lived a couple of blocks away from me. We were only six, but we spent a lot of time running back and forth to each others house. It was a very friendly small town in MN, not sure I would let my six year run all over the neighborhood like we did, but it was the norm back then.

My Dad got transferred to Missouri when I was 10. You make all the motions and platitudes about keeping in touch. Long distance was expensive back then, and I had to get permission to use the phone and all. I think we even wrote a few letters. So wonderful to hear from her and catch up on her life. It was like the last 30 years melted away.

We moved around a lot, after Missouri we moved to the Chicago area, and then to the Denver area. I have set up house here and am staying. My parents have retired to Wisconsin, my brother is career Army and is currently in Nebraska. My sister lives not far from my parents in Wisconsin. Facebook has brought a lot of old friends back into my life. I originally set it up after having Victor in the hospital so that I could easily upload photos for the grandparents. Friends and family joined to see the photos, and then came the old friends. I don't play any of the games or quizes, but I am truly blessed to have these people back in my life.

Really long time, no post

Going to work on being much better at this.

Work still is sucky, but I had Doodle#2 fourteen months after Doodlebug. So - I do have my hands full.

I thought Victor was a easy baby - park him where he wants, when he wants, feed him on time, life is perfect. Marnie makes him look spastic, as long as you don't try to put her to bed. Victor is 2.5 now. I recently took him to see Cars2 and he had a blast, keeps asking to go to the movies again. He loves his Thomas Trains, and Marnie loves to play with him, everyone is happy.

Love these guys!

Long time no post

Got no excuse really, I think about it, and then don't do it. Back at work, kind of sucks. It's a small office, and there is a LOT of political stuff going on that wasn't there before I left. It is getting harder and harder to keep my nose to the grindstone and out of the hellfire. I have Doodle to come home to, and he just makes work so insignificant. I need to remind myself of that several times a day lately.

Doodle grew several inches, he is figuring out the jump-a-roo. Totally would have been worth paying full price, but I'm glad I got it for a third of that on Craigs.

Inclimate Weather

So - we had a huge hail storm here this afternoon. It was strangely loud, and made me a little nervous. I picked up Doodle and took him away from the window. (I am so lucky - if I park him in his bouncey seat in front of the window he is as happy as a clam for about an hour - he likes watching the world go by). Then I wasn't sure what was worse, him being mad about losing the window or the storm outside.

Anyway - enough hail to cover the ground, but it was warm enough that everything melted within a few minutes. I did get a picture, thankfully you are spared the screaming Doodle in the background. He settled right back into the bouncey and all is right with the world.

Thing 2

So - I have two cats. Thing 1 and Thing 2. How'd they get those names you ask? Well - Thing 1 likes to sit on your shoulders and be carried around the house. You can wash dishes, put things away, generally most anything as long as you don't need to bend over very far.

My husband to be came over the first time, was standing with his back to the frig. Thing 1 (previous named Kit) jumped on him from nowhere and settled on to his shoulders. We'd been dating all of 3 days, had met a month prior and had talked on the phone often. He jumped, said something about how they were just like Thing 1 and Thing 2 from Dr Suess jumping around all over the place causing problems. So, as I was uncommited to their previous names (Kit and Kat) I changed them.

So off of the substory - Thing 2 is the stupidist cat ever. Last night I left her sleeping on the couch when I went to bed. She wakes up ~ 2am and starts howling frantically. I am on the second floor in a sound sleep for ONCE, and she is hysterical. I just yell "I am up here", she comes running up to bed and is so happy to see me. Although it is nice to know she is that happy to see me, can she not figure it out? I go to bed the same place every night. This is not the first time people. This happens at least once a month, sometimes more often. The really funny thing is, she is the cat that has figured out how to open doors, she opens cabinets to get the food out. Idiot savant?

Kieara

Last year my cube mate Kieara was diagnosed with cancer. She had gone in for a hysterectomy and the docs were unable to do the procedure laproscopily (however that should be spelt). So when they went in surgically, they found her to be stage 4. She gave it a good fight, tried the chemo, went thru several specialists, and lost the battle after FOUR months. She was fairly young, mid50s and has this wonderful family. Her daughter just got married, one son got married last year, the other son is in college. Her funeral was 3 days before I had Doodlebug, my blood pressure was very high the day before the funeral, the docs were a little worried. I made it thru the funeral, crying a LOT. So - I missed a lot of the sadness around the office, as I was home on maternity leave. I healed at home in more ways than one.

Her husband came in today to say hi to everyone. He looks good, but you can see the sadness in his eyes. It is so difficult to find things to say to people that aren't a cliche. But then, I guess they became a cliche because they are the only things to say. I had a difficult time getting pregnant with Doodle - fertility doc and the works. We didn't have to go as far as IVF, just IUI. Kieara was the only person @ work that knew what we were doing and going thru the various tests. She was the first person I told I was pregnant (besides the husband, but only because he was smart enough to answer the cell phone the morning I did the home test). She prayed for us to get what we wanted most, and from some people that would sound contrived, but Kieara was sincere in her hopes and prayers.

Being back at work with a new cube mate that isn't her is sad. I miss her. She never got to meet Doodlebug.