That was Then….April 25, 2001…
This is Now…April 25, 2011
Of course, nothing has changed in ten years….
Not our hair color or, for onr of us, the amount
Not our family size
Not our education or careers
Not our location seven times
Not our excursions, explorations or experiences
Not our goals or expectations
We always knew it would be this good…. :)
Happy “10 that feels like 30”, babe!
*Justin Timberlake could cover, “It’s Probably Me” by Sting and that would be alright with me…
*The contents of my cupboards are completely uninteresting. Time to do some grocery shopping.
*Brilliant line from Wives and Daughters: “She had cast herself on the ground—that natural throne for violent sorrow…sometimes burying her face in her hands, sometimes clasping them together as if by the tight, painful grasp of her fingers, she could deaden mental suffering.”
*Too many exotic places to go, too little time…and no private jet. Or a family member working for the airlines. That’s what I need…
*Why are Parachute tickets not on sale for SLC yet?
*Listening to Bennett read is triumphal.
*Why have I not won the Masterpiece Classics Sweepstakes yet? It was probably only me, Nicole, and the residents of a few retirement homes that entered….odds are in my favor.
*I have never seen the mountain so green…even sagebrush is pretty after the rain.
*I think my longtime friend, Jiggle, is finally gone—hello, Freshman weight. Thanks, myfitnesspal.com.
*Everyone needs their own cozy corner in the world…
*Word of the day: saucy. Such a Word Nerd. Boggle, anyone? Scrabble?
*I need these shoes
*I need to find a place like this and plan a date night…
*If music ceased to exist, I would cease to exist. I need a soundtrack for pondering life’s great mysteries. And dusting. Pandora, I am in love with you.
*Is there anything to equal a really great smile?
*Remember pen pals? Whatever happened to pen pals? I need one. And ‘m going to write all my letters with a quill. And seal the envelope with wax, just for fun.
*I never thought I could go without cinnamon bears. Or Rips. Or Hot Tamales, jelly beans, swirly gummy bears and Swedish Fish. Self-mastery at its pinnacle…
*Why am I surrounded by unfinished projects and only want to start more?
*Would time slow down if we didn’t use calendars and have obligations slap us in the face every time we looked at one?
*Self-made Nerf gun targets taped to the front door and bug colonies on my kitchen table=having boys.
*Motherhood seems a little less fulfilling when listening to a 2, almost 3-year-old, scream his guts out because he wants ketchup.
*Universal Truth: There is nothing better than a rainy night, a good book, a fluffy comforter and soft lamplight.
*Need a boarding school for 3 year olds….need it now….where is it and when is registration?
*Was I supposed to outgrow daydreaming? Whoops…
*The clock moves too fast at night. It’s midnight and my creative juices are just beginning to flow…how do I freeze the clock so I can keep working?
*What did I ever do before Amazon?
*Intelligence is such an endearing quality.
*Where’s that Genie I ordered? And the personal stylist? I thought they’d be here by now…
*The best part about being crazy is that I’ll never know I am.
In semi-annual celebration of The Black Bra and in preparation for our future residency at The Charleston, we invite you to
Black Bra Affair 2011:
An Homage
When: April 2011
Where: The Strand @ The Canyons Resort
Cost: $4 per person to cover the $650 per night room charge. Yep, $4 will cover it….
Please dress appropriately.
(And if you forget, The Black Bra will provide. Mysteriously. And when you least expect it. Someone has to take over for Angela….)
To properly pay homage to The Black Bra that brought us together once again, the following activities will take place:
Katie will suck in her half chicken
and ride in the “Special” Spiny chair.
We will relax, chat till 3 in the morning,
and learn about the Special Hug and Wig Hair.
The Charleston’s 20-year-old shuttle driver will be cast and outfitted in appropriate period costume and all participants will purchase their Charleston shuttle fare purses.
We will do the Scarf Dance,
and consume foods both exotic and All-American.
(MmmmmmmmMazza…..)
Opa, Black Bra, Opa!
