Quick Update

Thursday is our final walk-through before we close Friday at 9am. We start moving stuff in Friday afternoon!! Lots of pics to come this weekend, so stay tuned!

Dude.

So these weeks are kinda starting to get messed up. With closing on the house in just 9 days (and moving in 10), my world has been turned on its end. I'd like to say that there is nothing but excitement pending this move, but of course there is stress, too. I just hope it doesn't rain the day we move.

The past few weeks I haven't been teaching, but merely focusing on getting the house ready to move, and for a moving sale we're having on Friday. It's been quite boring around this house ever since my last student came through. But trying to have a student come in this messy, box-packed house would be a nightmare. So I've been packing. And watching movies. And spending far too much time on the computer. Although the websites are now completely updated. Look what a little time will do!

This past weekend we said farewell to our friend Melissa, who is on her way to Austria as I type. Melissa writes for the QC Times, and is in a sort-of journalist exchange program with a paper there. She will be gone for 7 weeks, and decided to throw herself a lovely soiree to say goodbye to us all this past Saturday. There was drinking and eating and chatting with friends new and old. We had a blast. And, as fate would have it, the majority of the partygoers realized we were all wearing black shirts and khaki pants/shorts. Take a look.


The Pensieve shot.


Now, only a few days left to wait. Can I make it??

Gonna go back in time

This past weekend, Rob celebrated his 15 year high school reunion up in Morrison. It was a lovely weekend of Rob seeing his old friends, and a chance for me to finally put faces with names I’ve heard for the last 8 years.

The festivities started Saturday night (for us, anyway, as we did not participate in Friday night cocktails or the Sat. morning golf tournament) at Blue Goose Run in Morrison with lovely pre-dinner drinks and mingling. The weekend’s events were put together by two ladies from the class, Irene (who is an avid Bury My Lovely reader- thanks, Irene!) and Tricia, who gave a delightful speech before the buffet dinner. I had a few glasses of wine, but not too much to be entirely too tipsy before the Boones Farm was passed out to each table (an obvious Morrison inside joke I was not in on). After dinner, much fun was had drinking and chatting. Rob and I left around 10, but got stuck outside with some folks smoking and talking, which meant we really didn’t leave until about 11, getting back to the QC around midnight.
Sunday we headed back to Morrison at 9am for a potluck picnic and get-together at one of Rob’s old teachers house just prior. We enjoyed a nice lunch at 1 on a farm of one of Rob’s classmates, and most everyone brought along their kids to this one, when Rob and I noticed we were the only married couple from his class (that was present at the reunion) to not have kids. Yet, anyway.


Irene and I



Rob’s graduating class was close to 85, and only about 50 came to the reunion, along with spouses and such. My graduating class had 510. I have yet to go to a class reunion, but quite frankly, I really don’t care to. Rob’s class is filled with wonderfully thoughtful, interesting, successful people who are all beautifully positive and pleasant to be around. My 15 will be in two years, and it really makes me wonder 1. Will I go? And 2. Why would I? Going to this made me realize my class was filled with a bunch of douche bags.

Who knows what happened in Morrison. Maybe it’s something in the water, how people turned out so nice there. Maybe people there know how to raise their children to become thriving citizens and human beings. My high school, and more importantly, my class? The people I want to associate myself with I still talk to. Ann. Les. Courtney. Kalyca. That’s it. And look at all of them. Masters Degree in Business. Pharmacist. Regional Manager of a Cosmetics Company. Architect who loves her kids so much decided to be a Stay-At-Home Mom. All success stories in my book. Everyone else I could care less about.

With the exception of junior year (the best year of my high school career), I really hated high school. I don’t dwell on it. It sucked, I moved on. Rob often talks fondly of high school and how much fun he had, and I wonder what life would have been like for me if I had gone to a small place like Morrison High School. I always remember this though, that high school is just high school. It’s meant to be survived and nothing more. I’m glad I survived it, because I wouldn’t be where I am today without those 4 years of knowledge, in and out of the halls of MHS. And as Kev would say “That which does not kill us…” So true, my friend. So true.

A review

The season is over. Am thankful. All I can say about it was that I learned a hell of a lot. And what to do (and not to do) next summer.

So here's the thing. I don't want to talk about theatre, see theatre, think about theatre for about a month. Can you help me out with that? If you call me or send me an email or whatever, don't even mention it. Not to worry, I still love it, but quite honestly, I'm burnt out and don't even want to hear a word about it until after September 1. Capisce?

Now that's settled, I have really been enjoying the last week and a half. The past few days have been hotter n'hell in the QC, so Rob and I have been partaking in some lovely outdoor/indoor activities. Saturday we joined our friend John and his neighbors Ron and Mary on his 36 foot boat for a cruise on the Mississippi. It was a perfect day for boating, so we slathered up the sunblock, I got out my floppy summer hat and off we went.




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After the cruise, we had a "romantic date" (that's my niece's term), then headed to my folks for S'mores by the fire pit. It was truly Summer.

Sunday we walked around the mall and I bought the final book in the Stephenie Meyer Twilight series, Breaking Dawn, then went out to Backwater Gamblers, the local waterski team for their weekly ski show. It was awesome!

And today, I had my final voice student until the second week of September. Now, I finally get to relax for a few weeks (other than packing, of course). This coming weekend is Rob's 15-year high school reunion. I am looking forward to meeting his friends from long ago. Should be a riot.


I leave you with some lovable shots of Maddy.


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