I've never fully achieved a Wordless Wednesday post. I always end up typing 1,000 and some words, while rambling on and on, defeating its purpose. So, I'm gonna do my best to keep it quiet.
(and also pretend it's not already Thursday)
Last weekend, the Mr. and I got all snazzy and went to his work's big 25th Anniversary celebration at the Philadelphia Art Museum. My sore legs and achin' feet two days afterwards proved that it was definitely an awesome time.
And the pictures do too.
While taking a little tour,
Theresa said she could easily paint the artwork behind us.
And I said I loved the frame.
Two reasons we should have just stayed on the dance floor.
dancin' Dougie was showin' all his moves.
Steve made such a nice shawl rack.
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Sunday, I woke up with "last night's" makeup half on my face/half on my pillow...threw some clothes on...got all my cleaning done...and met up with Jessica for brunch at a spot that serves giant portions of fabulous food. Lucky for me, she didn't mind my greasy hair and dirty face.
Afterwards, we spent a good two hours in Pier One looking at every single item in the place.
And as always...found something to get into.
We tried a variety of these guys on for a half hour until we found the ones we wanted to take home. They were 80% off...and such a necessity.
Two of these babies for $12. Not too shabby.
Now we just need somewhere to wear them...
this sucker was 98 smackers!
Ahh, how about Michael's.
We ended the day with a cold beverage and a little Draw Something.
And when our boys were done doing their all day draft, me and the kitties helped Steve plug in his names. All 50 bajillion of them.
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My friend, Gina, and I spent a long overdue day together. We always manage to get into the deepest conversations for a weekday afternoon...the kind that really get ya thinking. It's refreshing. We leave feeling like we learned something from each other.
And we laugh when we both come in wearing matchy sweaters.
King Twinkie now adores sleeping on two beds at once.
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Okay, it's not wordless...but for me, it's as close as I'm gonna get.
It's there. Always. Even when times are at their most trying.
Keep your eyes and heart open.
And it's not too hard to find.
The good stuff is...
Spending a morning with this blue-eyed babe.
Dancing and swaying to country music together. Reading stories 3 times in a row.
Learning from her.
It's...
a sleepover at Jessica's. Arriving to the smell of fabulous cooking...a big hug...and a shoulder to cry and lean on.
It's a friend who makes sure to have a fresh 2 liter diet coke on hand.
(even if you need to attempt to knife the pesky cap off)
DC, you'll always be my baby.
It's a warm and thoughtful meal with a warm and thoughtful friend. A friend who has a way of making me forget about the pain.
Talking about memories for hours.
Going for a second helping, hours later, and twirling cold pasta,
knowing we have all night to continue the fun.
It's homemade chocolate chip cookie dip, hot tea, and pjs
while playing "Drawsomething" inches away from one another.
(and staring in amazement at Jessica's talent)
It's going to sleep when the birds start chirping, and waking up a few hours later to meet Chloe and her Mama for eggs and grits and sweet company.
It's watching love and happiness shine between ladies I love.
It's faces like these.
It's gifts from Jessica...ones she finds that seem like they were made specifically for me...
a miniature pin with a kitty, appropriately named - Tiny Tim. That's really good stuff.
It's a mad hunt and refusal to leave once he goes missing.
And joy and hysterical laughter when Tiny Tim kitten was found hiding in last night's placemat.
thank you, kelly, for capturing the reunion with tiny t. <3
It's this girl.
And this girl.
It's a quiet booth and many shared stories.
It's not being afraid to cry in a restaurant.
Or laugh until you shoot a well deserved lunchtime martini out of your nose.
It's realizing after 5 minutes, that we needed to press the button to make the "walking man" appear.
It's great music sung by someone you love.
It's watching my brother do what he loves.
It's introducing my mom to my new obsession and watching her kick ass at it.
It's my mom proudly sportin' her pre St. Patrick's day attire.
It's this guy.
It's a mom who loves nachos as much as you do, and cries along with you when they are "dinky."
It's my mom.
It's Miss Fluffington.
It's catching up with friends who you haven't seen in a very long time.
It's stuffed chicken tortillas.
It's wearing green and celebrating St. Patrick's day with loves, even if you're only 12.5% Irish.
It's incredibly kind, generous (yummy) and much appreciated surprises from 2 sweet women.
Thank you, Katie and Nicole!
It's an outside early dinner in 75 degree weather in March.
It's mussels, caesar salad, pasta, chocolate torte and coffee with Vania.
It's being thankful for a fabulous hairdresser,
but more thankful for her awesome friendship.
It's Mr. Twinkie
It's a wonderful first time skype date with a friend who shares your name,
your experiences,
and themselves with you.
It's a volcanic rock full of guacamole.
and a double date with Sean and Jen
It's starting the weekend off with great friends.
(and mexican food)
It's the weekend.
Take it easy. <3
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THANK YOU!
I read your words and am grateful for all of them.
I know my last post was long-winded...I truly appreciate your sincerity and kindness.
<3<3<3
I will keep this update short and simple...
Our appointment on Thursday went well. I went in with a heavy heart but an open mind.
It was wonderful to talk to our doctor. As soon as he saw us, he grinned and said, "You two are always keepin' it interesting, huh!"
And we smiled. He's gotta point there, don't cha think?!
He was very reassuring with all of his thoughts and had the nurse do an extensive ultrasound to check for any abnormalities.
When the screen showed nothing but what it was supposed to, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
As for the next sigh...we have to wait a little bit for that one.
My bloodwork, as we expected, still showed a bit of hcg. We are hoping it's only from the trigger shot, and not from the loss. Our doctor has full faith that we have nothing to worry about.
We are praying hard that that's the case.
So, for now, the plan is...
Wait for my period. Call to schedule a bloodwork appointment as soon as it arrives.
And as long as the hcg is gone,
We get a big, happy, GO for the next cycle.
<3
My mojo is returning a little more each day and I have to have faith it will only continue.
I hope you have a beautiful weekend filled with only
