Mairsy Dotes

I know, I know. Meme’s are basically the creme filling in a Twinkie in the blogging world, but gimme a break: I’m packing for a cross-continental move, here! I need a little fluff. :) 

 1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car),
Amos CR-V.

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie),
Chocolate Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name),
K Kue

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal),
Red Cougar

5. OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born),
Elisabeth Spokane

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first),
Kuekr

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink),
The Purple Mojito

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers),
Rube Norm

9. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy),
Quelques Fleur Chocolate

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names ),
Elaine James

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
Takeda Toronto

12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower).
Christmas Pansy

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + “ie” or “y”)
Pineapple Nightgownie

14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree),
Muffin Ginko
15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”),
The Knitting Thunder Tour

So, yesterday M and I decided that we needed to bring some fun into our days of packing. We had a turkey in the freezer that someone had bought us when Sarah was born (which was both the weirdest and most thoughtful baby gift ever) and we needed to use it before we moved.

So we had Thanksgiving in October, and invited seven of our friends and their kids over. People arrived around 2:30, and we ate appetizers (black olives, bleu cheese, smoked salmon, carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, cheddar cheese slices and dip–I ransacked my fridge and pantry), and then about 3:30 we all loaded up our paper plates high with turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy. Friends contributed salad and homemade bread and pie. People were here until 9PM. It was so much fun. And for the first time, I was a little bit sorry to be leaving. Because I love these people, and I will miss them.

Speaking of love: Linnea has developed a crush on our friend Jacob. He’s pretty cute, I’ll give her that. His tattoos give him a nice “bad boy” edge, but he’s really smart and nice and funny. Nea can pick ‘em. I put her down for a nap, and she was extremely resistant to it, because she didn’t want obe miss out on any of the Turkey Party Fun. I promised her that if she was still asleep when people started coming, I’d come and wake her up. She said, “No, Mama. I want Jacob to wake me up. He will come in, and I will be sleeping, and he will wake me with a smooch, because I am the princess.”  I said, “We’ll have to see what Jacob’s wife thinks about that plan.”

In other going away party events: Friday night I had a Girl’s Night Out with Syd, and Jennifer, and Julia from work. It was fun, and I had two rather expensive cocktails, but ohmygosh they were SO freaking good. They were called “Jackson Pollacks” and they had Bombay Sapphire, lime and grapefruit juice, sparkling wine and basil oil in them. So, so, so, so, so good.

I also realized on Friday night that I am officially old. Not only was I ready to be done at 8PM, I felt like the restaurant was a little too noisy for good visiting. Snort. I guess next time I help arrange a party, I’ll have to specify “Please pick an old person restaurant. Perkins is good. Or Baker’s Square. Anything else is just too noisy.” But the food was good, the drink was good, the company was excellent, and for a couple of hours I got to feel all young and trendy. I even wore high-heeled boots. Lookout. Beege was workin’ it that night.

 So now we settle in to some SERIOUS packing. We pick up the moving van a week from today, and roll out a week from Wednesday. I kind of feel like we’re getting to the end of packing we can do and still be able to function here. But then: I’m always surprised at how little we actually need to live when something’s been packed. I think I might be a little high maintenance…

We’re in the midst of packing…packing…and more packing. We’re also giving away a crapload of stuff, and are officially  nearly on a firstname basis with the entire staff of Half-Price books because Half-Price Books takes EVERYTHING. And gives you money for it. So we’ve sold them a ton of books, DVDs, CDs…we’ve only made about $200 on thousands of dollars worth of stuff, but you know: $200 will buy a lot of take-out when we’re too tired to make dinner after a hard day of packing.

 I have become and Etsy addict. Why, oh why did I discover this site two weeks before I have to move? Do you have any idea how much time I kill, dinking around this place?! The other night I ordered this for me, and these and these for Sarah. I also bought Julia’s birthday present on Etsy, but I’m not posting a link because she will totally sneak a peek and wreck the surprise. I SO have your number, Julia.

 So, two weeks away from our move, and there’s been a casualty. My beloved bobble-head Jesus fell off the shelf and his little bobblehead proved to be too heavy for his neck and: it broke. I’m sure it’s fixable, but I was still a little bit sad about it. Linnea came over, took the two pieces out of my hands and tried to put it back together again. Then she looked at me, sighed, and said, “You know, if you aren’t careful with your things, sometimes they break. It’s just the way life is.”

I sound like a really great parent, if the words that keep coming back to me are any indication… 

I am a woman who is completely undone by the sight of the back of her children’s necks.  So fragile, so tender, so inexpressibly smoochable.

 *sigh*