Showing posts with label week 8: Catch up.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label week 8: Catch up.. Show all posts

Feb 28, 2011

what's new. 8






























What's new this week:

-College friends are the ones you'll keep forever

-When you're not sure who you are or where you're at, you can always ask someone who knows you.

-Things are things, memories are best.

-My nephews are without a doubt, the cutest.

Happy Birthday!











This weekend I went home to celebrate my youngest nephew's 1st birthday.  It was awesome.  You cannot not have fun at a rockstar themed first birthday with music, cake, and adorable nephews.  I make it a rule to get my brother's kids the loudest birthday presents I can find.*  I picture them both waking up early to play the xylophone or mini acordian while my brother tries (without success) to sleep, and it warms my heart.


*My sincerest apologies to my lovely sister-in-law :)


G-ma.





 







 

 

 

 




 

 

 

 



My Grandma died at Christmas.  It was unexpected and it was sad, but it happened, and now everyone is moving on and doing well.  My dad and Uncle have been slowly going through her house and all her things, and since I live far away, I've been removed from the process.  When I was home this weekend I wanted to go over and see what they had done.  It was as much to hang out in her space, as it was to poke around and see some of her stuff.  Please note the accordian, my handsome Grandpa, a baby me, and my dad and uncle- then and now.   


college.



 


I am a procrastinator.  Ask anyone in the pictures above and they'll tell you.  Last week, week 8, was all about catching up, and while I did(ish), I didn't write about it.  So here you go:  The friends above are all my college besties.  The ones who have enough stories to fill a book, enough evidence to get me in big trouble, and enough patience to still be friends with me now.  I seems like we used to be able to always be together.  There was always someone free to hangout, and wandering into an apartment or bedroom to watch t.v. or talk happened at any and every hour.  Now there are husbands, and babies, and dogs, and jobs, and suburbs.  Mostly, there is just life, and sometimes it gets in the way.  So Monday, I spent the evening at dinner telling stories, catching up, and having a good time.  I love these girls.