Good Laugh Girls.
The house is quiet right now. I am getting some refueling time just before I head out for a little jog around the block.
Above are a couple of photo's taken at my dear friend Skye's engagement party, of Me, Ariel and Skye...two ladies I have know both quite well over the year, but separately until that night. It was so amazing to have them both in the same room all at once and in hugging distance.
Ariel and her sweet Blair have been staying with us for the past few days on the last leg of their vacation. It has been so wonderful to spend some time all together catching up, and feasting on delcious rice treats all the way from japan, accompanied by some black current tea from Ariel's new morrocan tea pot. It will certainly be hard to say good bye.
Last night my lengthy bus ride home essentially turned my brain to Toast. I got home and had a mini migraine and could not see straight. After a while and many cups of water, I settled down on the couch and decided to watch some seven o'clock tv and landed on some channel screening re-runs of the Wonder Years. When The Wonder Years first aired I know I was a dedicated viewer, following Kevin and Winnie's love trials from week to week, clipping posters of Fred Savage out of Teen Bop and taping them to my boy board (next to the Corey's and River Pheonix). Though I wanted to be a cute as Winnie, I think identified most with Kevin, and his loyal heart, I suppose my Winnie growing up would have been a boy named Jonathan. The episode I saw last night was the one where Winnie Cooper starts driving around with grade eleven boys and Kevin is concerned that she is acting strange and not like the Winnie he knows, Winnie then gets into a car accident and refuses to see Kevin, but good ol' Kev just does not give in and climbs up to her window and they exchange a silent "I love You". I apparently can no longer watch this show, because I exchanged a very gigantic sob fest with the television at the end of the show. Wowsers, really, I mean really, what is it about that show that seems to pull all the moisture from my body out in projectile tears....I just don't know. Regardless, I had to rehydrate with another ten glasses of water.
***ten points for whoever can name the two corey's I spoke of earlier!