Year: 2007

I’m getting my second parking ticket in 38 minutes and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Today I went to visit my friend Amy and her adorable baby S. S is 11 months old and has 2 teeth and is such the cute little curious baby, she’s not walking yet, but I think she will before she turns one.

I used to hate going to see babies because they would remind me of all the things that Edda couldn’t do, but I have gotten over this feeling a while ago and I could only sit with S and marvel at what an amazing thing it is to be an infant learning to walk and use your hands. I just sat at the dining room table watching her little pincer grip over and over again picking up Cheerios and just being so pleased for her.

Jeremy is in a funk these days, a little anxious. And being jet lagged doesn’t help.

Shhh. He’s working.

Jeremy got back from Sweden today. Here are photos from the wedding, the lovely bride and groom and parents.

Here’s Jeremy’s nephew, Felix.

There is no denying that my father and Edda share some sort of special bond. Yesterday, Dad arrived at home while Edda was napping. When she awoke, I carried her downstairs and as I carried her in my arms down the stairs, cradled like a baby, my father (whose voice is deep and carries a long distance) whooped a greeting and in an instant I could see recognition in Edda’s face. Without even seeing my father, a broad grin spread across her face, a light from within.

A few of the moms on the block are organizing the elementary school’s fall picnic. I figured, what the hell, I might as well dive into volunteering for something – I’ve only heard about the planning and organization that goes into PTA events through rumor and happenstance.

Went to the planning meeting, these women are amazing! Organized and prepared, this picnic is going to be a blast. I’m in charge of trying to get drinks donated and to buy the cookies for dessert.

Jeremy’s off to Sweden to his brother’s Ben’s wedding, he took my camera so I’m photo-less for a few days. Mom and Dad are winging into town to keep us company.

The house that we are using right now is my parents, but it’s not the house that I grew up in, it’s a few miles away from the house I lived in when I went to high school. So we are in a different high school district. I went to Wootton, the high school down the streets is called Quince Orchard which wasn’t even built when I went to high school.

Turns out Quince Orchard has the best football team in the county. Can you believe it? And the first game on Sept 9th is against Wootton. I might have to go and see my old high school get trounced (as usual).

Oh wait, I just remembered that a few years after I graduated, Wootton’s high school football team did win, did they win States? Maybe. But the funny part of the story was that after an important win, our esteemed principle congratulated the team over the intercom and then proceeded tell the team to go to his office to grab some celebratory donuts and take the rest of the school day off. Hmmm, he got in a bit of hot water for that.

OK, wikipedeia is totally refuting my memory. Apparently when I was in high school, Wootton’s football team was great, was I not paying attention?

Nine years ago today, Jeremy and I got married. Thanks sweetie, for being my partner in this crazy adventure we call life. Smoochie!

For our anniversary, Jeremy took me grocery shopping at Whole Foods. Trust me, this is more romantic than it sounds. Since we’ve been unemployed, I have been very good and I have not stepped into this store (which is located about a quarter mile from the house) even once! Talk about willpower.

So my secret pal is Carrie, over at We Do Not Have A Knitting Problem. Now that is a real knitting blog. Lots of projects and yarn and crafty goodness. Thank you for being such a great sock pal. I must endeavor to knit more and post more photos of knitting.

I went downtown for another job interview.

Look at this light in Union Station. Just beautiful. I think the outfit is not bad. The pants could be hemmed a tad, or I could suck it up and wear higher heels.

It was one of the hardest interviews I’ve ever done. I’m usually pretty good at interviews but this one was a doozy. A panel of 5 people and a list of 20 formal questions. I’m not sure I got this job, but at least I got to spend time in a beautiful old building.

Edda gets on the bus.

Vince gets on the bus.

Parents par-tay! Hooray for us!

Last night, a friend of mine, Sue came by with her husband Ivan. I took a terrible photo, so I made it black and white to make it look a bit artsy.

And finally, my secret sock pal sent me the most delicious package. Full of instructions, yarn and goodies. A few highlights:

I have a good idea who my pal is, but I will post tomorrow since I’m beat. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I have a pair of magic loop socks in the near future planned.