upcoming events
I'm really excited for spring time even though we've recently had a lapse in weather (it snowed for 6 hours straight today!). Luckily though, the snow didn't stick and I'm hoping things will warm up for tomorrow and the rest of the week. I'm so ready for nice weather. It's been too long.
So I have some fun stuff planned. My brother is coming next week to work on the book. He's nearly done and so it's REALLY one of the last times we'll be cleaning things up. I think it's really good. I haven't had the opportunity to read it all in one sitting, it's about 300 pages now and well, who has that kind of time? But I do like it and I think he's done a good job with it. I'm hoping to read through as much as I can interval-wise and see what flows and what needs a little more work. I'm trying to get him to bring Maggie (their dog) so that she can stay with me for the night and snuggle up with me. I'm wondering how that's going to go over with Rachel, but I'm really going to try. Maybe I'll take a cut in royalties. We'll see.
We're also having a good old fashioned girls sleepover this weekend at Laur's place. I'm so excited! I know the guy readers (all three of you) have your pillow fight and skimpy pajamas fantasies. And anything I say isn't going to change that. But really, not so much. It's more of a everybody brings some food, then we eat, drink wine, talk, drink cosmos, talk some more, drink margaritas, talk, laugh, play board games, talk, drink, laugh, talk, laugh, go to sleep. And it's really a necessary part of life. We used to have our Pittsford sleepovers back in the day and this is an extension of those ones, a sort of Pittsford girls move to Boston sleepover. And despite our monthly dinners, we've still got a lot to talk about/catch up on. Such as the fact that Jenny's wedding invitation arrived today...
So when Jenny told me that Mike proposed, I burst into tears. Not crocodile I've had too much wine to drink type of tears but like streaming, I'm so happy for you tears. Everything about this wedding is special to me. This is my Jenny. I never had a sister (though I have Rachel now!) and Jenny is like a sister to me. The invitation is totally her too. The dress choice, everything. It's like when you know baby Jenny, like her 8 year old tendencies and you watched her grow up and you know and see who she is now, you can guess (correctly) every decision she's going to make before she makes it. And she hates this. Our J has, Jen you'll agree with this, for the past 5 or 6 years, tried to throw us off. There are little things that she'll do for the shock factor. But if you're Jen or if you're me, you know her so thoroughly inside out that you come to expect it. And you don't ignore it, you just act like it's totally normal and that's what bothers her the most. But here's the thing. Despite any underlying thing (situations, time, life, stress, anything), she's still the most amazing person, the most genuinely good-hearted, sweetest, smartest, most caring person you could ever have as a friend.
And it is because we love her so completely that Jen and I can afford to drive her nuts. And don't think for one second that we aren't severely obnoxious about it. We're allowed to be. We took on our roles early in our three-pronged friendship. And while we all fought hard not to get locked into them, I think we still understand them and what they meant back then and throughout these past 15 years (HOW OLD ARE YOU TWO??). We've always stuck by one another and never have I doubted, not one moment in all of those years, that these two wouldn't be there for me for the rest of my life.
Please don't let me cry at, in, or after the wedding. Because when I go, Jen has a tendency to go (this is true) and Jenny'll follow suit. Just watch.
So an interesting thing. Now that Robby has gotten married, I sort of feel like the younger sibling. Is that strange? Like I still roll my eyes at him but not as often. He's more mature than he's ever been and it's kind of shocking to me. But I like it too. I have the type of relationship with my brother that no matter how much we annoy each other (and that's a whole lot), we always put our family above everything else. I know that I will be close with him for as long as I live. So I think my parents should be proud of that, that they did that. Of course, it's in part that during college, we both thought that they were ridiculous and could bond over that feeling, but still. It worked.
This will have to be a to be continued entry because I've completely lost focus and I'm tired and there's a lot more that I wanted to say. So without any sort of resolution, there it is.
(at least I didn't pound my podium).
So I have some fun stuff planned. My brother is coming next week to work on the book. He's nearly done and so it's REALLY one of the last times we'll be cleaning things up. I think it's really good. I haven't had the opportunity to read it all in one sitting, it's about 300 pages now and well, who has that kind of time? But I do like it and I think he's done a good job with it. I'm hoping to read through as much as I can interval-wise and see what flows and what needs a little more work. I'm trying to get him to bring Maggie (their dog) so that she can stay with me for the night and snuggle up with me. I'm wondering how that's going to go over with Rachel, but I'm really going to try. Maybe I'll take a cut in royalties. We'll see.
We're also having a good old fashioned girls sleepover this weekend at Laur's place. I'm so excited! I know the guy readers (all three of you) have your pillow fight and skimpy pajamas fantasies. And anything I say isn't going to change that. But really, not so much. It's more of a everybody brings some food, then we eat, drink wine, talk, drink cosmos, talk some more, drink margaritas, talk, laugh, play board games, talk, drink, laugh, talk, laugh, go to sleep. And it's really a necessary part of life. We used to have our Pittsford sleepovers back in the day and this is an extension of those ones, a sort of Pittsford girls move to Boston sleepover. And despite our monthly dinners, we've still got a lot to talk about/catch up on. Such as the fact that Jenny's wedding invitation arrived today...
So when Jenny told me that Mike proposed, I burst into tears. Not crocodile I've had too much wine to drink type of tears but like streaming, I'm so happy for you tears. Everything about this wedding is special to me. This is my Jenny. I never had a sister (though I have Rachel now!) and Jenny is like a sister to me. The invitation is totally her too. The dress choice, everything. It's like when you know baby Jenny, like her 8 year old tendencies and you watched her grow up and you know and see who she is now, you can guess (correctly) every decision she's going to make before she makes it. And she hates this. Our J has, Jen you'll agree with this, for the past 5 or 6 years, tried to throw us off. There are little things that she'll do for the shock factor. But if you're Jen or if you're me, you know her so thoroughly inside out that you come to expect it. And you don't ignore it, you just act like it's totally normal and that's what bothers her the most. But here's the thing. Despite any underlying thing (situations, time, life, stress, anything), she's still the most amazing person, the most genuinely good-hearted, sweetest, smartest, most caring person you could ever have as a friend.
And it is because we love her so completely that Jen and I can afford to drive her nuts. And don't think for one second that we aren't severely obnoxious about it. We're allowed to be. We took on our roles early in our three-pronged friendship. And while we all fought hard not to get locked into them, I think we still understand them and what they meant back then and throughout these past 15 years (HOW OLD ARE YOU TWO??). We've always stuck by one another and never have I doubted, not one moment in all of those years, that these two wouldn't be there for me for the rest of my life.
Please don't let me cry at, in, or after the wedding. Because when I go, Jen has a tendency to go (this is true) and Jenny'll follow suit. Just watch.
So an interesting thing. Now that Robby has gotten married, I sort of feel like the younger sibling. Is that strange? Like I still roll my eyes at him but not as often. He's more mature than he's ever been and it's kind of shocking to me. But I like it too. I have the type of relationship with my brother that no matter how much we annoy each other (and that's a whole lot), we always put our family above everything else. I know that I will be close with him for as long as I live. So I think my parents should be proud of that, that they did that. Of course, it's in part that during college, we both thought that they were ridiculous and could bond over that feeling, but still. It worked.
This will have to be a to be continued entry because I've completely lost focus and I'm tired and there's a lot more that I wanted to say. So without any sort of resolution, there it is.
(at least I didn't pound my podium).