A Beautiful Day
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
And so it was. Hey hey hey, a Beautiful Day (so say Bedouin Soundclash, which is playing on my shuffle right now). And so appropriate. Let me begin with my stop at the mailbox. No bills, no junk, but magazine subscriptions and a package from Connie. She is a gifted craftsperson and made the little pillow you see in the background of the first photo and again in the next.
She also sent me a lovely card and ladybug bookmarks (how did you know I love lady bugs?) and tiny sized Chicklets (these brought back memories :) and a book called "511 Things Only Women Understand". I love books with lists, as you might recall from my "1000 Places to See Before you Die" posts. So let's play another game. Which number would you like? I randomly chose #179: Only Women Understand... Why it's so satisfying to go on an occasional crying jag....Is it? I think I agree.
I put in a very satisfying day at work, accomplished a lot, had books come in the work mail (useful and interesting) had wonderful adult conversations and then went to the Bookstore. Ahhhhh...better than, well, let's not go there. I had a nice over-priced mocha drink from Starbucks and wandered around. A book I had ordered had come in and is going to be a really interesting read (partially for work purposes). This one is called "Bowling Alone" by Robert Putnam, but is not about bowling. I also found a cook book for baby food that I could not resist. On the way home I decided to go to the movie store and rent the first episodes of Nip/Tuck which I have heard so much about (especially from Rosie). I haven't seen any at all, so we'll see. I plan on watching them some time over the next week. And then after the drive home, the nice mail. And then this little sweetie to great me...
We played among his typical mess, which is his favourite thing to do right now; knock everything over (including himself, therefore the pillow behind him). When the other boys arrived home, we had dinner and danced to the Forever Plaid musical soundtrack. What a sight we would have been. My son's nickname is Fred because he dances like a mini Fred Astaire, as he glides along the hardwood floor. You'll be seeing him on Dancing with the Stars one day, folks.
And to top it all off, The Amazing Race starts tonight. Such joy should be spread out a little better.
Tell me, what # would you like from the 511 Things Only Women Understand?
This entry was posted on Tuesday, February 28, 2006 at 7:51 PM.
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8:34 PM
Heidi;
{Thank You}
#1: Only women understand...The alarming difference between 120 pounds and 121 pounds.
I agree that many/most women would agree with this one, but I personally don't. I ignore weight. I don't own a scale.