| Monday, August 01, 2005 |
| Fort Hard Knox |
On Saturday, the bestest friend ever, Joolee, invited me over to her house for lunch. Since Rancito had to work, I jumped at the opportunity.
First we stopped by my hairstylist's new salon. I've really become great friends with my stylist in the past few years I've known her, so I was absolutely giddy to see the new place that she and her husband had worked so diligently on. When I say "worked," I don't mean picking colors and, Oh Muh Gawd, I had to deal with the architect today and it was so, like, heinous! I mean that they did every possible thing including staining the floors, laying tile, sheetrock, paint, and installing a clever central vacuum system that sucks up hair at floor level. Now that is clever.
Stylist friend came to see Lauren in the hospital. She rocks.
She also set aside a play area for children with toys and a chalkboard. And the salon is no longer just a salon, it's a salon and SPA! They now offer facials and massages. Ooh, massages. Have I told you how much I love massages? Rancito, have I told you that your gift giving just became 5,000 times easier because all you need to do is get me a gift certificate to the SPA? I haven't? Consider yourself told. Oh, and our anniversary is one month from today. HINT HINT HINT.
Sorry folks. Had to be done. Back to the salon...
I was really hoping that my appointment would coincide with Miss Lauren's nap. Alas, it did not. However, she sat ever so quietly on my lap as my friend ooh'd and ahh'd over how good Lauren was behaving. Lauren was absolutely, wonderfully comatose in my arms. It was as though my mind was instantly put at ease from fretting over the-nightmare-that-would-become-her-first-haircut that we'll do around her first birthday. Let's cross our fingers that the experience goes just as smooth as it did Saturday.
Anywho, we finally got on the road to Joolee's, and I noticed a loaf of bread on the highway. I don't know about you, but my heart dips a little because I always imagine that the food item has some sob story behind it, like there was a poor family that just went grocery shopping and they had to use the loaf of bread to tie their hood down just to get home. And then I passed another loaf of bread. By this time, I was certain that it was a large poor family strapped to their truck Beverly Hillbillies style losing their carb-o-licious goods left and right. And then I saw a pack of hamburger buns on the shoulder. Now all bet's were off. It had to be some renegade Oscar Meyer weiner mobile chunking baked goods out the window on to the windshields of unsuspecting drivers. Three packages of discarded bread? What in the world? And then I noticed a trailer in front of me, its contents frantically flapping about, as most all bread products enclosed in plastic bags will do. I had no idea what these people were going to do with all that bread, but from the looks of it, Ma and Pa Kettle robbed the bread bank and hopped into their '76 Ford Truck beater and made a run for it.
But I digress.
Joolee's two stepkids, K and A, are staying with her this summer. It's amazing how much they change in a year. Last year I kept asking her if they were mute. They were so quiet. She must be one of those stepmoms that carry a big stick. So kidding.
Anyway, I've been on a camera kick lately, so I've got a ton of pictures for you...
Momma, what's okay for me to break in Joolee's house?
Lauren was ever so diligently trying to practice the tea tipper pinkie move, but only mangaged to get it down with her big toe.
A, K, and Lauren played so sweetly together. Poor guy, we made him play with the doll.
Later that afternoon, A and K announced that they had built a fort for Lauren upstairs.
*Sniff* This is Lauren's very first fort.
Now what kind of mother would I be if I didn't test out the structural safety of the fort before my young daughter clamored through it? That's right, a lame-ass, boring mother.
The exit was a tight fit, but I somehow managed to make it through. What is with that piece of hair in my face? And don't get me started on those eyebrows. I'm once inch of unibrow away from a career with Bert and Ernie on Sesame Street.
And here we have Little Miss Fort Knox strutting down the runway in the latest pink couture.
A and K had lined the fort exit with every toy imaginable. Lauren was in teddy bear Barbie anaphalactic shock at the time this picture was taken.
Hmmm, this place is pretty neat. I think I'll stay forever. Leave me a box of Cheerios and some formula, and I'll be good to go! |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 8/01/2005 |
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