Tuesday, February 12, 2008


A sign for a friend

Lately I've been thinking alot about my friends. These last few weeks have been suckfestian* for some of my dearest friends... between nasty health stuff, building a house that has encountered more road blocks than travelling through a country under martial law, gestational diabetes, escape artist cats, PhD extension papers that were "missed" and then found (but not before a panic), a nasty case of the flu, tonsillectomies, and the night terrors, my friends are having a rocky start to 2008.

On Friday night I called Leslie. We tend to catch up a few times a year (not nearly as often as we should). After hearing her sucky news (a transfer to a remote town just when Leslie has found her own niche in Ottawa), we proceeded to get down to the business of our phone calls:

Telling ridiculous story after ridiculous story until we're laughing so hard that we're gasping for air.

(Any story that starts with a fender bender and ends with a Herpes Support Group is a good one by me. Heh heh, "Ends.")

I couldn't help but think how fortunate I am to have friends who can share laughter with me, even when they're facing uncertain times.

Tonight, Mr. Happy and I went out for supper. It was the first time in 11 days that he would be home for the night** so we celebrated with some Hot and Sour Soup from Pho Hoang Min (a little restaurant near the bridge in Dartmouth - it's wonderful - you should really go.)

At the end of our meal, I cracked open my fortune cookie and the fortune above was in it.

I've got several packages to mail this week to some of the friends (and family) I am fortunate to know. I hope you enjoy your goodies.

*Suckfestian - I'm not sure where this word came from, but I love it.

**Mr. Happy has been recording Matt Mays' latest album - they started each day around 2pm and would leave the studio as the sun was rising.


  1. Cute.

    You know what's funny? (Okay, not really funny, more ironic than anything) I'm reading this post as Jesse is violently vomiting -- but it's the LAST time he'll be violently vomiting in a long, long time, so that makes me happy.

  2. ((hugs))

    I had a year start with my brother being hospitalized, my career nearly falling apart, and a bazillion other things going wrong...but that ended with me meeting my husband.

    I have to believe that if it starts bad, it's because it's going to end really really well.

  3. Soooo, at knitting the other night I caused quite a stir with my Henry stitch marker. One knitter wanted one, and I was all like "he's a custom piece". Even in Fimo form he's a lady slayer.

    Just a silly note. I like silly.

  4. what is it with musicians that makes them night owls?

    yay good stuff in the mail

  5. Anonymous5:33 p.m.

    I am so not a middle of the night person.

    My stuff pales in comparison with what other people have to deal with.

    I like that picture.

    That's very cool that he's recording Matt Mays', but their work hours suck.

  6. Your husband has a really cool job.

  7. When I told Fred about what Mr. Happy was up to and what kind of hours it entailed, he said he wanted to get in the music business too.

    My fortune cookie on Sunday said something about financial gains in the future. I hope it wasn't talking about that dime I found on the floor the other day.

  8. Happy birthday, dolly!

    ALl things considered, 2008 is looking up. I appreciate all that you did for me as the suckfest of 2007 was winding down.

    Have a great, cake-filled day!

    [And can you please send me an e-mail, since your work addy is currently bouncing for me?]

  9. Happy Birthday! I hope the year improves...