I am about half-way finished with my post about last weekend's Arizona visit. I know, it's taking me a lot longer than I expected, which should no longer surprise me.
Yesterday was just a whirlwind of a day: I started it with a rare face-to-face meeting over at the LexieGirl offices. My girls, Faith and Kim, who started this clothing company in Faith's garage, have grown so much that they just moved into a 3800-square foot office/warehouse -- and they are finally ready to ditch the amateurish website I put up for them for something that really befits their products. But even though they are enlisting professionals to create a new site for them, they still want me to maintain it for them. And as I need the money, I'm happy to continue working for them. (Actually, what I need is a whole new smaller sized wardrobe, so right now, we are bartering my time for the clothes.)
Anyway, I spent my morning writing time in a meeting with Faith, Kim and their new web designers.
Then, something REALLY unexpected happened: My husband called and asked me for a lunch date. Yep, he was offering to take time out from work, drive back to the Valley, and take me out to lunch for Valentine's Day. We used to have lunch together a lot, back in the days when we both worked downtown and didn't have a child's schedule to deal with.
Of course, I said yes -- even though I had planned to finish the Arizona post AND write a contribution for Health Care Day over at MOMocrats.
And after lunch, I had JUST enough time to pick up the ingredients for the Valentine's Day DINNER I had decided to make (because I can EAT again! within reason), put them away at home, pick up Megan from school, take her to Hebrew School, go to the gym (because I have lost all that weight and now I HAVE to go to the gym)... and THEN I wrote my piece while roasting the potatoes I can't eat. (See it here now).
So... Arizona will be delayed another day. In the meantime, here's another funny email I received (this one courtesy of my sister).
HAHA. I have a friend writing a book about atheists . She just found out there is a camp they send their kids to, a parody of our Church camps...
Posted by: linda | February 15, 2008 at 11:36 AM
Somehow, the toast story does not surprise me. After all, why should believers have a monopoly on overactive imagination?
Posted by: Comfort Addict | February 17, 2008 at 06:34 PM