Too Tired For The Jiggity Jig Part

I'm happy to be home. I missed my babies. They did not miss me. That's a good thing in my opinion. Not very nice of them, but I guess I'm happy when they are happy.

Avee hasn't walked on her foot since last Tuesday. She's gotten quite mobile however, and it's really entertaining. When I left, she was laying on the couch crying to be carried everywhere. Right now she is laying under the kitchen table with a poopy diapers singing, "Come and giiiiiiit me" to J. He doesn't think it's funny. I do.

I had a great time in Utah and got to visit with a lot of my favorite people and meet Tori and Suzanne and go to Ikea. In that order.

I know you are all waiting with bated breath to hear about meeting those lovely blogging babes, so I'll make you wait no more.

They are cool. I liked them.

In other news, I have this beastly rash....


Oh just kidding.

Speaking of just kidding---as you may well know, I joke a lot. Even in real life, not just in my blog. I also tend to find myself around people (especially when I've first moved) who don't get my jokes. Not because they are slow. More because I'm not really funny. So, I have a habit of immediately saying, "I'm just kidding."

Well, I spent a few hours with Tori and I made about 3 or 4 of those not-really-funny jokes and Tori got them immediately. And then I looked particularly dumb saying, "i'm just kidding." She's quick y'all. Quick. It was refreshing.

We met at a restaurant and they got there before me because they didn't park on the complete opposite end of the very long mall. Nor did they have to carry a nosey and cute baby peeking out of a sling trying to get people to look at him. In the rain. Because they are smarter than that.
Immediately after meeting them and sitting down to eat, it felt like I was meeting old friends for a weekly lunch. I felt so comfortable.

One time I accidentally said hell. I'm certain I was talking about the place and not "what the hell was she thinking" but I covered my mouth, immediately embarrassed at the terrible first impression I was making. Tori said she wasn't going to read my blog anymore. Suddenly I remembered they know more about me and my children (who incidentally, also swear) than I was giving them credit for and immediately felt better. Meeting people for the first time after they've been reading your blog for a few months, is kind of liberating. I didn't even have to pretend I knew which fork to use for the salad. Wait a minute, we didn't get any salads, heeeeeeey...

I have a couple of secrets for you. I hope they don't mind me divulging...

Tori's quiet. I know---shocking. Not more quiet than NCS, because I think that would classify her as a mute---but she's quiet. Not reserved. Not shy. Just quiet.

Think that's shocking? Suzanne is sassy. She's a great conversationalist and very easy to talk to. That part is not shocking---but the sassy, spunky stuff just slips right in through her ability to make you feel at ease in conversation. I still feel like I discovered a new planet with that one. Or maybe just discovered a planet wasn't really a planet. Like that's ever happened.

Some highlights:
Very comfy red couch in Ikea.
Getting a phone call from Suzanne while in the Ikea bathroom.
"Hi Angela! Where are you!?"
"Uh. I'm in the bathroom."
"Oh. hahaha! Well, I'm here now..."
Suzanne holding a squirmy Danyo all through lunch. I got to eat with both hands. And I did.(Sorry Mom)
Hearing the correct pronunciation of "Sei"
Great conversation over yummy food.
Meeting someone who's more indecisive than me.
Letting two more people experience my tangential story telling and watch them pretend they were following me and that all the tangents in between the beginning and end actually were related.

It was a definite highlight for me in what was a very enjoyable getaway. I hope there will be many more lunches with them. Or dinners.

Or even just pie.



I'll settle for pie.



Guys? Please!?


I have a very cute picture of them from one of our camera phones but I'm not posting it. I'm not prohibiting either of them to post it, but I refuse to advertise my face on my blog. Unless of course, you are willing to pay me...

I stayed up until 2AM every night that I was there. I was slightly more pleasant than a zombie, but I didn't care. I was having so much fun.

But now, back in the land of crying babies, dirty diapers, legos scattered on my floor I'm suddenly very tired and absolutely must go to bed at a decent hour.

I am adding a video of Avee. I tried to catch her effortless maneuvering whilst not using her right leg, but the toilet sort of got in the way. But she's still funny.