If this weekend had a title, it would be called The Weekend of My Favorite People. Because that’s totally what it was.
The weekend really started with Thursday night, when Whitney and I went to Lalo’s for dinner. We each just had one margarita, but as Whitney said, it was like drinking a bowl of tequila. We actually had to come back to my place so I could sober up before driving Whitney home. There was lots of merriment and giggling. Good times.
I didn’t have to go to work on Friday because I had a doctor’s appointment. (I asked my doctor about my super high heart rate when I work out, and she said it’s because I’m out of shape. “But I’ve been working out regularly for over a year,” I protested. “Doesn’t matter,” she replied. “That’s just the way your heart is. Some of us just aren’t born to be athletes. It’s survival of the fittest.”) After leaving Dr. Sweet’s, I stopped by my brother’s and saw his apartment for the first time, which I feel pretty guilty about since he’s lived there for a year now. He and his girlfriend are still doing really well, and I can’t wait for them to make it official.
Friday night I went up to the north side to hang out with Jen and her little girls. Parker, my goddaughter, is freakin adorable. She’ll be 2 in August, and she talks so much. She’s so smart! I love hanging out with Jen; we’ve been friends for so long that it’s just comfortable and relaxing to be with her. I wish I saw her more often. On the way home, I chatted with Rachel, my female soul mate, who is now sporting quite the baby bump courtesy of Mico, her husband and male soul mate. Rachel calls me hunny bunny. Love it.
Pete came over Friday night, and as usual, I was happy to see him. But my emotions are weird right now. A few months ago he started joking about us ending up together, and it made me start thinking about what it would be like to date him. However, I know it was just casual, drunk comments; he didn’t really mean all that. But he’s definitely on my list of favorite people. He wished me a happy Mother’s Day. It was sweet.
Saturday morning started with a nice long talk with Paula, who I desperately miss. She needs to move to Iowa! I love how she is so willing to listen to me obsess, even though I make the same mistakes over and over. And I love hearing about her life, which is a really good life and I’m so happy for her. Then I spent most of Saturday just doing laundry and watching The Blind Side (I cried and cried). I decided to go hang out with my birthmom at the last minute, and I’m so glad I did. We laughed and laughed (don’t worry, Kathy, I won’t tell everyone on the internet what happened as a result of your laughing), and we drank wine and watched Juno. It was just perfect for Mother’s Day. We were both crying at the end, of course. I’m so lucky to have her in my life.
Today was just lovely. That’s the perfect word to describe it. I met my parents and brother at a nice little Italian restaurant in downtown Naperville for brunch, and it was just so nice because we’ve gotten to a point where we genuinely enjoy each other’s company. We had so many problems when Andy and I were younger; we were the biggest brats. But now we just have fun. I really love spending time with them. Maybe that sounds like a weird thing to say, but I do think there are a lot of people out there who can’t say that.
After lunch, Andy and I went to visit my grandma in the hospital. A nurse came in to check her vitals right after we got there and was concerned by how high her pulse was. “My grandchildren are here,” she explained. “I’m just very excited to see them, especially together.” She told us stories about growing up on a farm during the Depression, and we reminisced about how much fun we used to have going to Grandma’s house. When it was time to go home, she’d always make us goody bags to cheer us up because we’d be so sad about leaving. They always had M&M’s, Salerno butter cookies, and I think Saltines. (Fact check, Katie?) Anyway, she looks really good for having pneumonia, and it was so nice to see her.
The perfect ending to this weekend was a phone call from Jacob tonight. He called to wish me a happy Mother’s Day, which he’s never done before. I love that kid so much, and I am so thankful that his parents encourage our relationship.
So it was not a very eventful weekend, but it definitely felt that way because of all the time spent with my favorite people. Moving is going to be really hard.
The weekend really started with Thursday night, when Whitney and I went to Lalo’s for dinner. We each just had one margarita, but as Whitney said, it was like drinking a bowl of tequila. We actually had to come back to my place so I could sober up before driving Whitney home. There was lots of merriment and giggling. Good times.
I didn’t have to go to work on Friday because I had a doctor’s appointment. (I asked my doctor about my super high heart rate when I work out, and she said it’s because I’m out of shape. “But I’ve been working out regularly for over a year,” I protested. “Doesn’t matter,” she replied. “That’s just the way your heart is. Some of us just aren’t born to be athletes. It’s survival of the fittest.”) After leaving Dr. Sweet’s, I stopped by my brother’s and saw his apartment for the first time, which I feel pretty guilty about since he’s lived there for a year now. He and his girlfriend are still doing really well, and I can’t wait for them to make it official.
Friday night I went up to the north side to hang out with Jen and her little girls. Parker, my goddaughter, is freakin adorable. She’ll be 2 in August, and she talks so much. She’s so smart! I love hanging out with Jen; we’ve been friends for so long that it’s just comfortable and relaxing to be with her. I wish I saw her more often. On the way home, I chatted with Rachel, my female soul mate, who is now sporting quite the baby bump courtesy of Mico, her husband and male soul mate. Rachel calls me hunny bunny. Love it.
Pete came over Friday night, and as usual, I was happy to see him. But my emotions are weird right now. A few months ago he started joking about us ending up together, and it made me start thinking about what it would be like to date him. However, I know it was just casual, drunk comments; he didn’t really mean all that. But he’s definitely on my list of favorite people. He wished me a happy Mother’s Day. It was sweet.
Saturday morning started with a nice long talk with Paula, who I desperately miss. She needs to move to Iowa! I love how she is so willing to listen to me obsess, even though I make the same mistakes over and over. And I love hearing about her life, which is a really good life and I’m so happy for her. Then I spent most of Saturday just doing laundry and watching The Blind Side (I cried and cried). I decided to go hang out with my birthmom at the last minute, and I’m so glad I did. We laughed and laughed (don’t worry, Kathy, I won’t tell everyone on the internet what happened as a result of your laughing), and we drank wine and watched Juno. It was just perfect for Mother’s Day. We were both crying at the end, of course. I’m so lucky to have her in my life.
Today was just lovely. That’s the perfect word to describe it. I met my parents and brother at a nice little Italian restaurant in downtown Naperville for brunch, and it was just so nice because we’ve gotten to a point where we genuinely enjoy each other’s company. We had so many problems when Andy and I were younger; we were the biggest brats. But now we just have fun. I really love spending time with them. Maybe that sounds like a weird thing to say, but I do think there are a lot of people out there who can’t say that.
After lunch, Andy and I went to visit my grandma in the hospital. A nurse came in to check her vitals right after we got there and was concerned by how high her pulse was. “My grandchildren are here,” she explained. “I’m just very excited to see them, especially together.” She told us stories about growing up on a farm during the Depression, and we reminisced about how much fun we used to have going to Grandma’s house. When it was time to go home, she’d always make us goody bags to cheer us up because we’d be so sad about leaving. They always had M&M’s, Salerno butter cookies, and I think Saltines. (Fact check, Katie?) Anyway, she looks really good for having pneumonia, and it was so nice to see her.
The perfect ending to this weekend was a phone call from Jacob tonight. He called to wish me a happy Mother’s Day, which he’s never done before. I love that kid so much, and I am so thankful that his parents encourage our relationship.
So it was not a very eventful weekend, but it definitely felt that way because of all the time spent with my favorite people. Moving is going to be really hard.
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