JT is coming to town, and we're going. We're celebrating our anniversary, and we'll be joined by a whole group of friends. The concert is at Sandia Casino, a lovely venue, so that makes it even better.
We've seen Gipsy Kings and Ottmar Liebert there. Both were outstanding in their own right. I really wish Michael Buble had performed there instead of at that hockey rink/arena way out in the Rio Rancho boondocks. He was great there, I can't even begin to imagine what he'd be like in a more intimate setting. Yikes.
Pray it doesn't rain. While it seldom precipitates in this neck of the woods, we're supposed to have a surge of moisture sweeping through the state over the weekend. (eye roll)
Oh, it's Friday. Today I got a grande cinnamon dolce latte on the way in to work, just because. Because I've somehow managed to almost survive this ridiculously intense week. Because I chose today to be a pink day...pink cardigan over jeans and my pink beaded Barbie mules....and when you're wearing all that, you just need to be sippin' on a latte, you know what I'm sayin'? (Or talking to your pet chihuahua whose primary means of transport is your enormous tote bag, but I'm not there yet...)
Regarding phases of the moon. Well, looks like I'm in for some stormy emotional weather what with the daughter ever closer to launch. Yesterday, not a good day.
Turns out when transition is underway, transition of the 'baby girl leaving home for college' kind, every shared moment becomes poignant, precious and magical. Each passing day means less opportunities to just 'be' in the same space with her, and I'm becoming painfully aware of how special she really is.
Last night was parent night at her school. As hubby pointed out, the last one ever.
Oh boy.
Pass me a tissue will you please?
The upcoming year will be full of firsts, and chock full of lasts. In the greater scheme, everything will be fine. In the near term, my dearest girl friends have come up with a working plan to keep me on track while this whole thing plays out.
Plan includes:
1. Lemonade/coffee/wine sessions on the patio with very little if any notice. Any of our patios, doesn't matter. It's about the gathering and sharing.
2. More yoga.
3. Laughter. These girls can make me regain perspective that's in danger of being lost in an emotional maelstrom. They wield lots of power here, healing power.
4. Pedicures. Never ever underestimate the power of nicely groomed/painted toes and a foot/calf massage. Yum.
5. The occasional trip to our favorite boutique for a quick pick-me-up. This is a last resort as this boutique has really cute clothes, a great concept, and gosh we truly want this local business with heart to stay in biz-forever! My point? It's easy to get carried away in there doing the right thing, is all.
Sounds like a solid plan.
Do my girls know me or what?!
Stay tuned. And again, do a little 'no rain' dance right before 8 p.m. Mountain tomorrow night, ok?
Happy Friday!
We've seen Gipsy Kings and Ottmar Liebert there. Both were outstanding in their own right. I really wish Michael Buble had performed there instead of at that hockey rink/arena way out in the Rio Rancho boondocks. He was great there, I can't even begin to imagine what he'd be like in a more intimate setting. Yikes.
Pray it doesn't rain. While it seldom precipitates in this neck of the woods, we're supposed to have a surge of moisture sweeping through the state over the weekend. (eye roll)
Oh, it's Friday. Today I got a grande cinnamon dolce latte on the way in to work, just because. Because I've somehow managed to almost survive this ridiculously intense week. Because I chose today to be a pink day...pink cardigan over jeans and my pink beaded Barbie mules....and when you're wearing all that, you just need to be sippin' on a latte, you know what I'm sayin'? (Or talking to your pet chihuahua whose primary means of transport is your enormous tote bag, but I'm not there yet...)
Regarding phases of the moon. Well, looks like I'm in for some stormy emotional weather what with the daughter ever closer to launch. Yesterday, not a good day.
Turns out when transition is underway, transition of the 'baby girl leaving home for college' kind, every shared moment becomes poignant, precious and magical. Each passing day means less opportunities to just 'be' in the same space with her, and I'm becoming painfully aware of how special she really is.
Last night was parent night at her school. As hubby pointed out, the last one ever.
Oh boy.
Pass me a tissue will you please?
The upcoming year will be full of firsts, and chock full of lasts. In the greater scheme, everything will be fine. In the near term, my dearest girl friends have come up with a working plan to keep me on track while this whole thing plays out.
Plan includes:
1. Lemonade/coffee/wine sessions on the patio with very little if any notice. Any of our patios, doesn't matter. It's about the gathering and sharing.
2. More yoga.
3. Laughter. These girls can make me regain perspective that's in danger of being lost in an emotional maelstrom. They wield lots of power here, healing power.
4. Pedicures. Never ever underestimate the power of nicely groomed/painted toes and a foot/calf massage. Yum.
5. The occasional trip to our favorite boutique for a quick pick-me-up. This is a last resort as this boutique has really cute clothes, a great concept, and gosh we truly want this local business with heart to stay in biz-forever! My point? It's easy to get carried away in there doing the right thing, is all.
Sounds like a solid plan.
Do my girls know me or what?!
Stay tuned. And again, do a little 'no rain' dance right before 8 p.m. Mountain tomorrow night, ok?
Happy Friday!
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