Any regrets

I had an awkward moment this week. I saw an old friend, one that I grew up with- at some point I guess you could say we were best friends- It was awkward because for some strange reason we have grown so far apart over the last ten years- tapering off to the occasional phone call or letter, and then that once a year Christmas card- until somewhere one of us broke the chain of communication and it just ceased. I haven't talked to her in almost three years. You would think that being tight for so many years this just wouldn't happen but it did. After college we each took different roads. I settled for family and she is off being ambitious "trying to make the world a better place."
What do you say to someone you were once so close to and now .... It was definitely uncomfortable small talk- "hows the job, how are the kids". After a weird and bizarre 10 minutes I was saved by the chime of my work beeper (thank heavens just this once for that damn beeper) We ended things with a "I will call you we will have to do lunch" but I'm not sure who is supposed to call who- and so do wait for another chance meeting somewhere three years from now.
Really, I guess we just no longer have anything in common- she doesn't want to hear about my husbands crazy antics or my sons latest accomplishment. And I have to admit I am just a bit bored with hearing about her latest high power job or which political figure she is campaigning for. (boy it sounds really superficial). At one point though -about twenty years ago- some Friday night slumber party we were lying in sleeping bags on her living room floor- talking about where we wanted our futures to go ........ I don't think we anticipated awkward small talk between the two of us.
That all being said I have no regrets for my life- alright, well maybe I regret that second slice of pizza I had at lunch today:)

toot, toot!

So yes, I am going to toot my horn about my kid- (its my right). My son painted this picture last Sept. and it hung on a wall at his school- all year. I saw it at an open house and was so proud. From the picture you cant tell- but it is huge- bigger then the 7 year old that painted it. Anyhow I kept asking him "are you going to bring the bird picture home?" well finally on the last day of school he was so excited to see me and finally present me with his artwork. I know it looks like a 7 year old did paint it- but to me it is as beautiful as anything hanging in the most prestigious art gallery.

What my kid learned on the bus.

Pirate mania

so my son is not happy with me. He saw the picture of his dad dressed as a pirate and doesn't understand why all the pictures of him on my blog are "lame, and there are none of him as a pirate." So I post this picture to make him happy. In our house we have a bit of pirate mania. my son is convinced that there is buried treasure in our back yard and walks around with a plastic beach shovel and pail looking for it. We live in an old house and have been working at remodeling it for over a decade now, and while we remodel we keep building all kinds of hidden spaces into the house. In one such space we tucked away a stack of $2 dollar bills my husband had since he was young, and on the wall in another section of the house we drew a map showing treasure buried outside beneath one of our trees (we plan to bury something fun there ? a jar full of pennies) and there other little secrets we have built in. Its fun to think that when we are long gone and someone else lives in our house.......... I guess we have read treasure island or watched goonies and national treasure one to many times.

ARhhhhhhhhh!

Try not to laugh to hard (I call this the constipated pirate). I'm sure my husband will shoot me when he finds out/if he finds out I posted this picture. This is from our recent trip to Florida, my husband had his face painted with my son. I guess this picture is of him getting into character. Oh boy, hope none of his co-workers see this he will never live it down ;)

just a post

I don't have any pictures today, just not snapping any pictures lately. Its been a long week. I celebrated my 11 year wedding anniversary last weekend. To be honest I didn't give it much thought- "just another day". We ended up going out last minute and had a good time. It wasn't until today, almost a week later that it hit me... My husband was out mowing the lawn, I had just got home from seeing "sex in the city" with my sister (good movie), hubby was out mowing the lawn and I noticed his hair was thinning and there is an area graying (he will deny it- he usually pulls them so no-one sees), I sat on my porch and watched him and admired this man showing signs of age and it hit me that so was I- we were- we had already lived a decade of "grow old with me". I have to admit for a brief second I lost my breath. Its not easy staying married, I can testify first hand to many a stupid arguments, but also many good times. We bicker a lot-but that's us. My husband caught me watching him and realizing I was home stopped the mower he asked how the movie was, I told him good, but then confessed that on the way home I got pulled over for speeding. He laughed at the speeding part as his nickname for me is meme' as I am most noted for driving to slow, then he said "at least the movie was good." I hugged him, and said "happy anniversary", he said "I love you" and then proceeded to finish mowing the lawn. Just an ordinary moment, an ordinary event in our "happy ever after".