I'm feeling weird today. Perhaps it's the starvation mode I have entered because of my extreme calorie reduction. Or maybe it's because I've been grinding my teeth so much my teeth are being pushed up into my brain. Or maybe it's because I'm allergic to the adhesive on band aids and I'm all red and itchy around my stitches. Or maybe it's because work has been so slow that I want to pull my hair out. Or maybe it's because there is nothing grammatically correct about beginning a sentence with or.
Whatever. It doesn't matter. Right, Kim?
So I've been dreaming and here it is:
Krista, Kim, Hillary, Joanna, Lindsay and I all end up on a cul de sac somewhere up North. We all love Jesus and go to church. We watch each others kids (or my kids can watch theirs, ha), play bunco on Friday nights (poker when we're feeling wild) and take pictures of us taking shots with sippy cups sitting next to us on the table. Our husbands can go on camping trips, talk about brewing their own beer and go hunting and fishing with our boys. We have pot luck night every Tuesday and we force the men to watch Glee with us. When it snows we help shovel each others' driveway and when it's scorching we can all jump in my pool and sip margaritas and have lemonade for the kids. We all go to the same gym and are all our goal weight no matter what junk food we consume. There's a house on the beach in California where us girls go a few times a year to get away. We reflect on our teenage years: youth camps, toilet papering houses, eating at Snapper Jacks, watching kids at church, consuming McD's ice cream, working but not paying any rent, leg ballet, getting way to consumed with boys and buying and wearing clothing and accessories that were very ugly.
Hey, a girl can dream, right? I'm not complaining about my life, I love it. I just wish someday, somehow my friends could be less than a plane ride away. You know how sometimes people end up not staying in touch with friends as time goes on? I just don't see that happening with us. In fact, as time goes on, I seem to like them even more. So here's a tear for you guys tonight. Now I'm sucking it up and going to bed.
Whatever. It doesn't matter. Right, Kim?
So I've been dreaming and here it is:
Krista, Kim, Hillary, Joanna, Lindsay and I all end up on a cul de sac somewhere up North. We all love Jesus and go to church. We watch each others kids (or my kids can watch theirs, ha), play bunco on Friday nights (poker when we're feeling wild) and take pictures of us taking shots with sippy cups sitting next to us on the table. Our husbands can go on camping trips, talk about brewing their own beer and go hunting and fishing with our boys. We have pot luck night every Tuesday and we force the men to watch Glee with us. When it snows we help shovel each others' driveway and when it's scorching we can all jump in my pool and sip margaritas and have lemonade for the kids. We all go to the same gym and are all our goal weight no matter what junk food we consume. There's a house on the beach in California where us girls go a few times a year to get away. We reflect on our teenage years: youth camps, toilet papering houses, eating at Snapper Jacks, watching kids at church, consuming McD's ice cream, working but not paying any rent, leg ballet, getting way to consumed with boys and buying and wearing clothing and accessories that were very ugly.
Hey, a girl can dream, right? I'm not complaining about my life, I love it. I just wish someday, somehow my friends could be less than a plane ride away. You know how sometimes people end up not staying in touch with friends as time goes on? I just don't see that happening with us. In fact, as time goes on, I seem to like them even more. So here's a tear for you guys tonight. Now I'm sucking it up and going to bed.
5 comments:
Firt of all I LOVE YOU! That sounds like an amazing dream and I'd like to adopt it if that's alright with you. I am also making part of it a reality! We are for sure moving to San Diego now so I'm not a plane ride away anymore! :) YAY! One day, I pray, we'll all live in the same town again.
I could go for this. I like that I have a husband and am not just there living alone with a bunch of cats. But do we have to live somewhere where it snows? I mean ... that would be my only question with this situation. Also, my kids wouldn't hunt- guns are for shooting people, not animals. JK LOLZ BRB. Love you & miss you.
Quick medical note: I was also allergic to the bandaids from excisions. Same thing, red and itchy, slightly raised. Go buy latex-free bandaids. I'm not allergic to latex otherwise, but it got the job done.
I really really liked your story. It sounds like the women don't work. That and the Cali beach house vacays are my favorites.
I also like that I'm with my husband and kid(s) (can they be the six daughters I once wanted, named Addison, Elliot [Elle for short], Charlotte, Sloane, Ryane, and Laney?). I could handle the snow as long as we take three girl's trips a year. I especially like the Tuesday night potlucks. We can alternate dinners and Kim can be the perma-drink bringer (chocolate milk and soda, she says). After we work out at the gym, we all sit around in the saunas in our towels and talk about all of the hot gossip. We can take turns babysitting each others' kids so we can have date nights with our husbands and make more babies (but we'll have enough to start our own community/town). We'll be like Sister Wives except that we'll all have our own husbands.
If we're living on the East Coast, Kim votes Boston, but she'd rather not live on the East Coast. I vote we eat lots of clam chowder no matter where we live.
I was looking at your blog and found this story and can I just say, I do love it.
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