Like Church...

Like Old Friends...
Like Peaceful existence...
The feeling you get when your heart is bursting from your chest...

It's Emily and Amy.

This weekend MG and I are heading to NC to see them play. We're hooking up with an old friend -- a friend who was instrumental in M's and my friendship -- a person I haven't talked to nor seen in 5 years. Not too sure how I feel about it. I'm excited about the concert. I'm excited about seeing her, but I'm apprehensive, too. M tells me I've learned a lot; that I know how to keep healthier relationships. But there's always that little nagging voice in the back of my head that says, "remember how great this was? remember how much fun this was?" And I have to remind myself of the other times. The not so great, not so fun times. And that helps me keep a level head.

Lead with the head, not the heart.

I think that's to be my motto for this weekend.

But I digress... I am so freakin' excited about seeing the Indigo Girls! OMG! It has been a few years since I've seen them play. And the last concert I went to Zach was with me, so I was more worried about him having a good time... This time it's me and MG... and the old friend, too... surrounded by people who are moved by their music, who understand what it's like to find yourself in a song and take it on as your life's mantra.

It's like church. Like coming home. Like being alone with 5000 people. Like singing with your family. Like satisfaction.

SUSAN RULES!!!

And I'm not just saying that, really. But this next part is going to read strangely -- they do!!

Tuesday Night Trivia. 6 women. A bit of alcohol. Lubricated Brains. In addition to winning a bar credit, here's what you get:




Closing time... you don't have to go home...

but you can't pee here!


Yes. Another joy of home ownership -- the septic tank. Ours: full. Me: Not happy.

I kind of feel like a mastercard commercial right now:

Calling the Septic pump guys to your house: $0.35
Having them dig up your yard, open your tank and pump it: $600
Watching your shit disappear into a large truck: priceless

It was nasty, but necessary. I think my favorite part of the WHOLE process was not being able to go to the bathroom for 12 hours.

Oh wait -- actually, it was when we were done, Mr. Septic Man told me to flush each toilet 3 times. I also hopped on one foot and rubbed my belly for good luck -- it just seemed like a natural thing to do.

"In nomine potty, et fill-ed, et s'pumpitus sanctus..." It's all done now.

A clean septic tank is a happy septic tank.



It always happens that way...

Why is it that I finally get away for a weekend -- down to FL to visit my parentals -- and I get sick? Zach gets some time off so we can enjoy the beach together -- and I'm sick. Fever, stuffy, sore throat. So now I get to take DayQuil and hope that I start to feel better so that I don't waste my entire holiday weekend. This sucks!
Hi, I'm Tess! I'm a wife, a mommy, a friend, a teacher, a singer, a scrapper, a writer, a laugher, and a "wannabe" dancer. These are my ramblings... enjoy!
 
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