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Fabulous weekend at the Faire, my lack-of-Irishman notwithstanding. The festival community welcomed the band back with open arms, cast and patrons and independent performers alike. Sunday night we played Pub Sing, and got such a warm introduction from the emcee, I thought my heart would burst. Then the crowd roared their appreciation, and whooped and hollered when finished our song...in that moment I felt like I could fly. Incredible feeling.
You know what ELSE is incredible? Sharing the experience on the phone w/my Irishman, and knowing that he totally gets it, and loved it for me, and wasn't jealous of it. Ahhhhh.
My kids. Adorableness that regularly rocks my world. Little Man is at the stage where he loves to point to and identify things. In his oddly low little boy voice, this is always funny. Especially because if he doesn't know what color something is, he defaults to pink. He'll randomly point to objets and exclaim "Pink!" There's also "CIRCUS!" when we put on the Cirque du Soleil DVD they both love.
Maura is dying to help me paint her room. I thought she'd be excited to see that I finished the walls since she was last here, but instead she was upset because she wanted to help. So I promised her that on Wednesday she can help me do the polka dots. Giant purple polka dots. I am sore afraid, but hey, it'll be fun. Right?
My schedule is hectic, my department at work is still understaffed, I can't wait for my new split box spring to be delivered because my body is is a mass of aches, and I haven't seen my boyfriend in weeks. But I get to talk to him nearly every night, and it's always, as he says, good phone. And my kids shower me with hugs and laughter and sweetness.
Life is pretty good.
You know what ELSE is incredible? Sharing the experience on the phone w/my Irishman, and knowing that he totally gets it, and loved it for me, and wasn't jealous of it. Ahhhhh.
My kids. Adorableness that regularly rocks my world. Little Man is at the stage where he loves to point to and identify things. In his oddly low little boy voice, this is always funny. Especially because if he doesn't know what color something is, he defaults to pink. He'll randomly point to objets and exclaim "Pink!" There's also "CIRCUS!" when we put on the Cirque du Soleil DVD they both love.
Maura is dying to help me paint her room. I thought she'd be excited to see that I finished the walls since she was last here, but instead she was upset because she wanted to help. So I promised her that on Wednesday she can help me do the polka dots. Giant purple polka dots. I am sore afraid, but hey, it'll be fun. Right?
My schedule is hectic, my department at work is still understaffed, I can't wait for my new split box spring to be delivered because my body is is a mass of aches, and I haven't seen my boyfriend in weeks. But I get to talk to him nearly every night, and it's always, as he says, good phone. And my kids shower me with hugs and laughter and sweetness.
Life is pretty good.