Weekend Update

And, because I know you've been waiting for it, I present to you ...

The lurker's response:

"Holy moly, that is some pressure! Sorry to my fan club for the late response, we were on     vacation with no internet. 

Thanks for the rave review jame, I guess now I HAVE to drink the kool-aid and join the party ;)

So jamie is right about the neurotic part, that is what keeps telling me I am not up to par with all the fabulous writers out there that I LURK!!

So here is my proposal...

Jamie if YOU come and visit me with your kiddos and help me set it up (b/c that is the other hold up, I am SERIOUSLY computer deficient) then I will start a blog. Is it a deal?!
love you and thanks for all the sweet comments, C

P.S. to all, jamie was my partner in crime in a LOT of those crazy stories!! "

So Court (AKA Lurker), as soon as I round up 3 tickets to Chi-town, I'll be there.  In the meantime, I'll give you an over-the-phone tutorial.  GET started woman!

A Plea To De-Lurk My Friend

Dear Readers,

I have a favor to ask of you.  You see, I have this friend ... (don't start rolling your eyes, I'm not asking for money or a liver or anything) who I just adore.  We've been friends since somewhere between 6th and 7th grade.  She's bright, charming, funny, and has the cutest damn baby evah.  

Here's the thing.  She's a lurker.  (Gotcha' Courtney!)  She reads the blogs on my blog roll.  Uh-huh.  She LOVES you guys almost as much as I do.  She calls me from many states away, just to talk ... about blogs.  BUT, have you seen her name in your comments?  Noooo.  Have you seen a link to her blog?  Nooooo.

This is where you come in.  Please tell Courtney that she needs to start blogging.  The girl is just plain funny.  And clever.  And a little goofy.  And neurotic (oh, no, Court?  Then, what's up with the baby powder in the hair?  Huh?  Go ahead.  Prove me wrong, on your own damn blog!).  

(I swear the girl was JUST putting baby powder in her hair...)

I'm sure she has plenty of good stories to tell.  Like about the time when we snuck into a 7-11 and stole ....  Or the "blue couch" story ... Or the Friends At Thanksgiving thingies she does ... Or the time she danced like Madonna at a Catholic School with nuns ... Yeah.  There's some dirt there.

Look at what a pretty bride she was...

She made me cry at her enthusiasm...

And, did I mention the cutest baby?  Sheez.

So please, use the comments to tell her ass to stop lurking, and get blogging.  

Courtney needs a blog.  

Courtney needs a blog.  

Come on, say it with me, 

Courtney needs a blog!

No Way Are We That Old!?

Did that sweet little cherub face get your attention?  Yup.  Mine too.

Meet Courtney, a lifelong friend.  Now I know many of you have these sweeties in your life too, because you've blogged about them.  Now it's my turn.  But, can you even take your eyes off that sweet little baby?  I know, I couldn't either.  I think when we have our own babies we *know* they're cute, but sometimes we're so darn tired that it's hard to really grasp.  Well, I sleep through the night now, and I can appreciate a cute baby in all his glory.

Meet baby Jackson.  

Courtney lives in a place far far away.  We don't get very many visits anymore.  Not without the aid of a large jet, many suitcases, rental cars, and many months of advance preparation.  So when I found out she was visiting her in-laws in a town not so far far away, I was thrilled.

We realized that we had been friends for 19 years.  No way are we that old!  How can I even be old enough to be able to say, friends for 20 years.  

As a consolation prize, the waiter carded us.  See, he didn't even think we were 21, so how could I have a friend from Junior High for nearly 20 years?

Thanks Court, for being a great friend through these fine years.  We had fun sleepovers, and we had fun being rejects at the Catholic School for a year, and we had fun road-trips together.  But the best part is playing with each other' kids'.  We've come a long way baby!  Let's see what the next 20 years brings (gulp).  

(First baby-holding session ever!  They're being careful.)

Courtney is such a good Mommy, too.  You know the kind.  The kind who say, "Oh, he's going to fuss, move his left leg, fart 3 times, blink with one eye, then fall asleep."  She knows him that well.  And she was right.