Smell the Onion

Well.  We’re really moving.  Tim went to Kroger today, and
filled the van with boxes and boxes.  I just finished packing away
my two categories of clothes that don’t fit–my maternity clothes, and
my pre-pregnancy clothes.  They were both depressing for different
reasons. 

I really like most of my maternity clothes (though I did get REALLY
sick of them while I was pregnant).  I have happy happy memories
of having to clothe the Maya-filled belly.  I felt so good about
all 170 pounds of me, when I was growing her.  And, of course,
there’s the ever burgeoning desire to get to having a brother or sister
for her.  So packing the maternity clothes was sweet and
sad. 

The prepregnancy clothes were a different story.  I absolutley
failed to consider when I was pregnant with Maya that I wouldn’t loose
all of the baby fat.  However, here I am nine months later and
less than ten pounds lighter.  I have found some peace regarding
my stretch marks: they’re battle scars, if you will, or tiger stripes
(as my husband endearlingly refers to them).  However,  the
persistent pooch that is my deflated belly just makes me want to
cry.  I’m glad I finally got the clothes packed away though. 
I was sick of having them confront me in my dresser drawers every
morning as I tried to choose something from my sparse and newly formed
“in between” wardrobe.

Of course, I plan to join a gym in Baton Rouge (I’ve already picked
one out…), and one of my prerequisites to having another Wylie baby
is that I must come to some peace with my body the way it is.  (Or
hopefully, the way it will be when it gets some excercise.)  I do
not want to feel icky about the body that houses my next
baby. 

So. 

But.

Today I got some very exciting news from a precious friend of mine,
although, since she hasn’t been able to inform everyone that she wants
to tell first hand, I must hold off celebrating it here on the Isle of
Xanga. 

I must get back to packing.  Next it’s my winter clothes–all
of my beloved sweaters and such.  Now I can be sad about moving to
a place that doesn’t get cold…EVER. 

Well, boo.  I just spent a million years uploading pictures to
my geocites site, so I could post them here.  Didn’t work. 
But, all is not lost.  Click here .

So.  My house looks like it’s been in the path of a
hurricane.  No joke.  We’ve started to try and pack a little
bit.  CRAZY.  I have two new gigantic boxes full of stuff ot
sell, plus two 30 gallon garbage bags, and the boxes of stuff leftover
from the last yard sale.  I’m about to just take it all to
goodwill and be done with it (except that we made 100 dollars last
time…)

My sink is backed up.  I tried to put carrot and potato peels
down the disposal Saturday at midnight.  I apparently had the
water going to fast, or put too many down the drain at once…so then
there was water and carrot chunks spraying everywhere.  It’s very
frustruating.  A garbage disposal is supposed to be able to handle
vegtable peelings.  And I can’t use my sink now, OR my
dishwasher.  Grr. 

But hey, my hubby made me chocolate chocolate chip oatmeal cookies
last night.  They were splendid, and I didn’t have to make
them.  Yay for my husband. 

Thank you, that is all. 

So, I had this friend once, in highschool.   We spent one
summer mostly babysitting together, and bought matching orange jelly
shoes.   We sat and cut pictures out of magazines for no
other reason than that we liked them.  Things we saw and people we
met reminded us each of the same obscure things.  We used to lay
on the sidewalk out in front of my house and watch the stars, and name
them and find our own constellations.  And we ate a lot of
hersheys mint chocolate together.  We went through upheavals of
the worst kind, and belly laughs of the best kind, and it was with her
that I first saw the eyestinging green of Ireland and Scotland. 
We were friends during that time in our adolescence when it
was us against the rest of the world, and our futures stretched
out before us brimful with color and light, with travel and love and
waves of new new new experience.  We felt so powerful
and the world was full of wonder and we had first row tickets
in the amphitheater where the universe bared her
secrets.    

And then she fell in love, with a sweet, sad friend of mine.  I
suppose that it was ill fated from the beginning, they were two deep-eyed
seventeen-year-olds and when they came together, the world spun tighter
and tighter around them until they were all that existed.  That
relationship was the undoing of ours. We didn’t hear each
other anymore, and she hurt me and I hurt her, and afterward, there
were words but it was never the same.  I mourned the loss of both
friendships in time, but the grief over loosing her has sat within me
for months and years. 

She was beautiful and her friendship helped me to love life.  I
thought about her often for three years, and on a whim six months ago,
I searched for her name online.  I got one hit–a student profile
from a good artschool in Chicago.  The page was over a year old,
but it had an email address, so I took a shot, and emailed her, not
really knowing if she would want to have anything to do with me or
not.  Two days later I recieved a reply, and she was happy, so
happy to hear from me.  She lives in Thailand now, and makes her
living taking pictures, something that she was always good at and
always wanted to do.  It satisfied some sort of deep place in me
to know that she is happy…

Well, my husband headed out about 20 minutes ago for the LR
auihtrporit.  (I’m having some help with the typing…)  He
looked all grown up with his laptop case and his garment bag.  P.S
for those of you who haven’t seen him recently…he’s clean
shaven.  Woo ha for soft smooth husband faces.  He has a 2 hr
layover in Dallas, and his first interview is tonight at 8.  Of
course, he’s going to have to change in the airport bathroom, because
he didn’t want to *gasp* wear dress clothes on the plane. 
 

It is HOT here.  Our air conditioner is pretty moody, and
sometimes it just doesn’t feel like working.  Boo hiss.  I
think Maya and I will just chill here with the fans on and the
lights off.  We can’t really go anywhere anyway, without a hassle,
because (at the last minute we discovered that) the Explorer’s battery
is dead.  Tim took the mini van.  😛

Guses that’s all the new news.  Oooh.  I second the vote that Broc should get her some xanga.  !! 

Love to all. clsa2