so we went to the concert in the park. we sprawled out on a blanket, fearing for rain. we waited. and waited. and waited. music line-up was not so swell; i would’ve ended the line-up with the orchestra, which was WAAAY more patriotic than the guitar group that cued the fireworks.

then the show began.

we laid back, the three of us, and stared up and the glittering colors.

afterwards, the boy said, “that. was. awesome.”

it was a nice family night.

I had lunch with Daddy today.  He is now working on my program, so he’s running into people left and right who know me.  He ran into one such individual last week, and here’s the ensuing conversation:

Guy: Oh, you know what?  I worked with your..
Daddy: My daughter.  Yes.
Guy: Yeah, she’s uh.. she’s quite the..
Daddy: She’s a fireball.  I know.
Guy: Yep, that’s the word.  I mean, I didn’t want to say it because she’s your daughter and all.
Daddy: No, we all know.
Guy: She’s VERY intelligent, and very well spoken, and witty..
Daddy: Yep, she’s going places.  We’re just not sure where.
Guy: Well.. Things around here just seem to move too slowly for her.

And, at first, I took pride in that.  I took pride in the fact that people recognize that I’m upwardly mobile, ready to move in any direction, with a sometimes frenetic energy that will help me succeed.

Then I remembered that I HATE people like that.  They annoy the peefire out of me.

And as I walked back from lunch, I thought, “You know, I’ve built this whirlwind life.  It’s mine.  And I make it work.  But what am I missing while I’m running back and forth?”

I called Bryan today about something WAAAAY later in the month, and realized that, at the beginning of every month, I have to sit down and schedule my life out.. sometimes, down to the minute.. in order for everything to not be overbooked.  It’s INSANE.  Should I want to go to the mall?  Sucks to be me.  Better get some online shopping in at work.  Do I need to wash my car?  Better be a drive-thru that’s open late.  What if I want to work out?  HAHAHAHAHAHA.. I laugh in your direction.

In my copious spare time today (and I mean that in the most honest sense I know), I reread my old xanga, the one I shut down last August.  I read about how I used to go home and eat dinner with Bryan, then we’d sprawl out on the couch and watch tv for hours, then we’d make out and go to bed.  I read about lazy weekends with football, and breezes, and trips to the mountain.. and it made me ache.

I guess it’s promising, though, that we can function like this.  It bodes well for the lulls.  But it’s a small positive when my calendar is color-coded and looks like it’s been sneezed on by a box of markers.  When I can’t say “Sure!” to lunch without consulting three different pages of schedules, maybe something’s wrong.

I have, however, held strong to my “no theatre in September” policy.  I plan to be home for every football game this season.  Unless, of course, some REALLY talented director that adores Bryan REALLY needs our help, AND we love the show and TOTALLY would’ve auditioned for it if it hadn’t fallen so close to the wedding.  Then, MAYBE, we’ll give up some time.

But only then.

And referencing the schedule, I really lucked out.  We can all still catch the Bama V. Mississippi game and make it to the church in time.  Woo.

I really a scheduling master.

I love our new house. 

I love the neighborhood it’s in.

I love lamp.  I love desk.

Okay, no, really and truly.. my soul feels very happy in our house.  I have NO idea why that is, and I know how stupid it sounds, but I feel like I’m home.  Everything just FITS better here.  The dogs have been unbelievably calm, the cats are .. well, they’re still cats, and things just feel better here. 

We took the dogs on a walk last night, down Ward and back up Pratt, and I just couldn’t stop sighing at the loveliness of it all.  The lush, manicured gardens, the happy people rocking on their porches, the smells of Sazio and Thai Garden wafting through the breeze.  It was just everything I wanted our house to be.

Well, other than “unpacked”.  I SEVERELY want our house to be unpacked.

I will say, though, that once Bryan and I hit a stride yesterday, we made tons of progress.  The common areas (the living/dining room and kitchen) are almost completely finished.  The bedrooms, however.. well, they still need a bit of TLC.  Bryan installed a better ceiling fan in our bedroom, I figured out how to make a feng shui living room.  Alright, so I made that last part up; I know nothing about feng shui.  But I know how to make a room flow.

My favorite part of our neighborhood?  Location.  I love that, were it not going to be eighty million degrees, we could walk to the Concert in the Park tonight.  As it is, we will probably use the Hyatt’s driveway and hike from there.  Or, should the preggers woman win, we will park at the park.  Of course, this is all assuming I will not have another call from Bill that makes me want to wet my pants with, “We’re at the hospital, and she’s ____ CM dilated.”

Cause I got that call last night and thought I was going to die.  False alarm, though.. Matthew still wants to cook a bit longer before he makes his grand entrance.

There is NO ONE here today.  It’s a ghost-town.

And my final thought.. we went and saw “Nacho Libre” this weekend.  Thought it was a FANTASTIC movie.  I’m already a Jack Black fan (HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THE D?!), and he was just spot-on in this movie.  Dialogue was snappy (although a bit lengthy in spots), and his physical comedy (as always) was killer.  Just to prove my point, lemme just say this.. the man shot food out of his nose ON COMMAND in the first scene.  Bryan and I cried we laughed so hard.  Completely worth the money.

Big hug, little kiss, little kiss, big hug.