Surprise Fly-By

So, at about 3:25 yesterday, One Hot Mama started playing from my cell phone and I knew That One was calling. He was at the Citgo here in BittyBurg. I grinned all the way home, even as I got stopped at. every. light. We’d not seen each other for two weeks, except for a not-even-minute on the 9th. He stayed for a few hours, playing with kids, drinking coffee and laughing with me. I cooked us some dinner, and then I took him back to his truck and he was off again.

On the 6th, I wound hideous acrylic fingerweight yarn in a lovely sparkly blue black to make a hat for That One. Hey, he picked it. But let me say that if I ever agree to knit you something out of such a “fiber”, my affection for you runs deep. Very deep. Like an abyss and stuff.

No, this isn’t turning into a craft blog, I have one of those. It is turning into the story of my year, illustrated for your viewing pleasure.

I could tell you all the story behind this, but it’s tedious to set up and would take all the funny out of the picture. Suffice it to say that That One came into the living room last night looking like this:

I tell ya, every girl ought to have a big burly lumberjack-looking cross dresser in her life. We laugh a lot, he and I. And stay up late drinking coffee and talking. The only thing that isn’t fun is the new dark circles under my eyes. Good thing I have good concealer.

We took the Youth to see Pink Panther 2, and while we waited for it to start, we did some window shopping. This wineglass should clearly be mine, don’t you think?

Here is Drama taking a picture of me taking pictures. Yes, with sound effects. It was hilarious.

And so, I looked at my phone on this day and saw that Diva had taken some self portraits. A chip off the old blockette, I guess.

January thirtieth found me back at the movies, this time for Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. All day. I tell ya, I do love a movie, but it gets a little boring to see the same one six times.

In a row.

Six times.

Anyway, Guitar Guy had dropped off his daughter for the last show, and as we were leaving, we saw this young man playing in the lobby. We thought Guitar Guy would think it was funny, so I asked if I could take his picture and post it on the internet.

And thus a nameless stranger has become part of my Project 365. Never mind that he really does have a name and probably isn’t a bit stranger than I am.

Tonight began the craziest season of the year. Football/Cheer has intersected with Boy Scouts, and so I will be in two places at once every Monday night until Cheer season ends. I know this is an impossible feat for most people, but I almost achieved in last year, and this year, I’ve had practice. I can do this. You can help. Think hard, like kids do about Tinkerbell, and then she lives. See? I’m a movie now. In two places. Does that make me split screened? or 3-D? Does my husband need red and green glasses? And most importantly, does the camera really add ten pounds to my butt?