Today is Friday the 13th.
That’s bad luck, right? I’ve never really had much experience with good or bad luck on Friday the 13th, although I do remember that when I was young my dad signed his final hiring papers for a job on such a day – a job that would end up being pretty much the worst thing ever.
But I think that was just the result of general universal shittiness, not really bad luck or anything.
I used to hear stories about people who stayed in their houses or beds all day on Friday the 13th. My opinion is that it would be a good excuse. Maybe I’ll use it someday.
The Steens are embarking on a journey this weekend. We’re heading over to Tuscaloosa, since I’ve never been there and as a student at the University of Alabama I feel I should at least know what it looks like. Then we’ll either geocache our hearts out or head down to Jackson, to laugh at everyone we escaped.
I hope everyone’s year is starting out well. Mine is – I think this could qualify as the best beginning of a year I’ve had in recent memory.
Oh and guess what, my therapist reads my blog (hi, Angela!). While initially I thought that might squick me out a bit, I’ve found it really doesn’t make a difference.
I suppose it’s true that misery breeds creativity – because honestly, I haven’t had much to write about lately. I’ve just been too damned happy. That sounds contrived – but I swear it’s true.
I vow to take lots of pictures this weekend. I have a kickass camera on my phone and I need to use it more often.
So, I leave you with this:
We MAY have convinced Max that butter was a delicious treat. It didn’t last long.
We entertain ourselves the best we know how.
Happy weekend. I’ll be back in full rambley force next week.
So I told you that my friend Addie took our pictures.
I expected them to be good, I mean I’ve seen Addie’s work.
What I did NOT expect was for them to be so breathtaking that I actually cried.
I made a great many friends when I was in college the first time. Friends I’ve kept throughout the years – one who I married and unmarried, and many others who I will never ever be without.
Not many of them live nearby, though. It makes for long gobetweens in visits, calls, talks. I end up keeping tabs on people through Facebook and email.
It’s a type of friendship that I don’t really think has been pioneered exactly. It’s a far cry from the world of Beaches, all Bette Midler and Barbara Hershey waiting weeks for responses…I can have indepth conversations, exchange pictures, and gossip just like we were in the dorms again, all with a little bit of wireless internet.
One of those friends is named Addie.
You guys, Addie is straight up one of the most wonderful people in the world. From the time I spent with her in 1999, to exchanging emails and watching from afar as each of her children has been born or found, she has always been a constant. Someone who I know won’t judge or sugarcoat. She is a treasure.
Addie has a photography business. Like many photographers starting out, she works a full time job and she only really has time for her work on the weekends. We’ve talked for years about getting together and making some pictures, but it’s just never happened. Conflicts and time and whatnot.
Until last weekend. We all packed up and squashed into Dan’s truck, drove 45 minutes to an abandoned motel, and prepared to grin and pose.
I hate having my picture taken. I hate it because I always feel self-conscious and fat, my chin is too pointy and my teeth are too big.
But we did it. Addie was sweet and gracious and put up with our weirdness. She had fantastic ideas and she made us feel so…normal. Which is difficult with a family like ours.
When my pictures are tweaked and awesome, I’ll show you. A whole post of pictures.
But until then, I just wanted you to know about my friend Addie, because I seriously love her and I don’t feel like I convey it enough. Also, go and like her on Facebook. It’s worth it just to see all the pictures she posts.
I know I use pictures of this tree too much, but it’s so pretty.
So I took a tiny vacation from technology for a few days. There wasn’t a particular reason, other than I got a little overwhelmed about people and things and priorities. It was a good little break. I feel better about where I am and where I’m going.
For Labor Day we ate drunk chicken and drank tea (because good Baptists only use beer for cooking? I don’t know, something like that. It’s been so long since I’ve been a good Baptist that I forget the rules). It rained a whole bunch and now they’re talking floodwaters again.
But the rain? What it did for the weather? This is my favorite, favorite time of year.
In fact I’m going to knit a scarf just because I can.
I’m not much of a dieter.
It’s not that I haven’t tried. I really don’t remember a point in my life when I haven’t been on some sort of diet or attempt to restrict my eating.
But I’m terrible at it. I don’t really like a lot of vegetables, I’m still learning to like exercise, and, well, my favorite food group is cookies.
I’m learning to accept that a little bit of pudge is just part of me. I’m cool with that.
And it’s a good thing I have, because Josh has really gotten good at this cooking thing.