• 15 minute posts,  corona virus 2020,  party party,  rando bits

    It’s a Sickness

    lets-get-old-and-be-fabulous-planning

    Hah! It’s Tuesday and I’m blogging AND I have a new banner! Wowie Zowie! One day late for my Monday writing schedule and one day early for my monthly banner schedule. I’d say I’m on fire! It’s hard to believe that only last month I was in the pits of despair. I’ve really bounced back. I’ve actually been a bit manic even. I’m not bipolar, even though I’ve asked my psychiatrist about it many many times, but it does feel like it. I am just a whack-a-doodle. I’ve been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and my very special symptom is TOO MUCH energy. Isn’t that weird? Some people are tired all the time. I’m one of those freaks who can’t stop being busy.

    Lately, I’ve been obsessively planning my own fabulous fiftieth birthday party!  I felt guilty about it for a long time because how can I be so shallow as to throw myself a party when the world is crumbling and everyone is coming out of a four-part pandemic? But the more people I shared my ideas with, the more everyone reassured me that it was okay to do what makes me happy. These kinds of plans really do make me happy. It’s a sickness. I get obsessed with one particular subject and I can’t stop. But you already know that. You’ve been coming here for a long time for this particular brand of crazy!

    I’m not going to share all of my ideas because I want there to be lots of surprises for everyone who is coming but I will share a few:

    1. brendaritas OF COURSE in pink plastic glasses (pool rules) Maybe the margarita truck?
    2. stickers!
    3. a nostalgic pot luck (I’m super excited about this…think: pop tarts, your mom’s hotdogs, and rice recipe, crockpot queso…all the things!)
    4. you’re old and fabulous bingo!
    5. prizes (I need ideas of things I can make to keep costs down)
    6. dancing (because I am a dancing queen!)
    7. 60s-70s fab-glam dress-up (YES!!!)
    8. an earring making station (pink pom poms, ping pong balls)
    9. photos, photos, photos!
    10. the vector wall will be brought back

    In other news:

    peony-season-2022-1

    Yep. It’s peony season. I thought about making a whole post of just peony pictures but I think that might be kind of boring and I’ve done it before. So let’s just slide a few pictures in between talking about illness!

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    You might have figured it out by now. Bug came down with covid.

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    She’s fine. Her symptoms are mild. She had one day of aches and pains and loss of half her tastebuds but she’s fine now. Unfortunately, she’s still testing positive and that means we have to quarantine her. It’s like 2020 will never end. We’ve been lucky for a long time to escape catching covid so I guess it’s about time we got it but Bug is super bummed to be missing her last week of school with all the fun of signing yearbooks and saying goodbye to friends for the summer. And then when she’s better she’ll get to go back and take finals. Wooh. Poor kid.

    chin-lady

    So lots of inside time.

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    It’s fine for me because I can stay inside and work work work (even catch up!) and plan my crazy party but Bug has been going stir crazy.

    Hopefully, she tests negative before the end of the week!

  • 15 minute posts,  aging parents,  corona virus 2020,  party party

    I’m on a roll. Happy New Year!

    bug-the-grungy-victorian-bride-zombie

    What? Another post before I get to the Big Sweet Sixteen Seattle post? Yes. What can I say, I’m on a roll and I gotta get all these backlogged photos blogged. It’s part of my process. A process that’s been limping along for the last ten years like it’s dying in the desert. I don’t care. I refuse to give up. I know it’s all going to someday get lost in the digital graveyard but while I’m paying for hosting I might as well continue. Maybe someday I’ll actually have enough money to convert it all into a paper book that my grandchildren will never read. One can dream.

    bug-and-her-bf

    So anyway, New Years! Just like the rest of the world, we didn’t really do anything. It was Covidschmastic. We had a neighbor couple over and Bug invited her boyfriend. Poor Bug, she had grand visions of kissing someone at midnight but we were not making it easy for her. It’s just not that romantic to celebrate with your parents and the neighbors who are also parents. Their teens were working or off with their friends and Joon was at her mom’s. It was a bit anticlimactic.

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    We set up the ping pong table in the driveway (that slants downwards) and that was fun. Our bluetooth speaker some tunes and her boyfriend attempted to dance. It was sweet.

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    Payam set up his hobo fire pit and he and I toasted a glass of wine or two. (Dry January, what?) We both love that fire pit because when we first met we were supposed to go to a very crowded and noisy bar. It just wasn’t working for me because I have a mouse voice and no one can ever hear me. Eventually, we both decided we’d rather go sit in his backyard and talk and get to know each other over his fire pit. It was simple and charming and Payam was such a gentleman because he never asked me to come in which was great for me. I’ve always been super cautious when it comes to dating, especially after going through a divorce. The bbq firepit holds a special place in my heart and I love it when he pulls it out.

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    When midnight finally rolled around we cheered each other with sparkling cider and blew our noisemakers.

    old-farts

    Then everyone went home and we went to bed like the old farts we are. I’m sure Bug stayed up on her phone.