After this post about my very bad, no good Sunday morning, my good buddy Kath came over that night. She brought me roses (beautiful, too!), booze and her friendship. What more can you ask for?

We had a great time.

I did a lot of this:



And after I'd had enough of that, I was inspired to do this:




All in all, I fan-tabulous evening. And certainly, one I needed after the shitty start to my Sunday!!

(PS The auto body shop is estimating repairs at around 3200 bucks ... yowza, and yay for insurance!)

Labels: friendship, healing, kath b, piano

As a lot of you know, I've had a houseguest since Monday night: Kath. We met last year through the Denver blogosphere, if you will, and became fast friends.

Kath had a girlie kinda operation scheduled for this past Tuesday, and it worked out that she could stay in our guest room and recover. Aside from taking her to the hospital on Tuesday morning at 5:00 a.m. and picking her up at 11:00 that same MORNING (damn, they worked fast!), I've done nothing but refill her water and hand over a few Pepsi's when the mood struck. She's a trooper, getting this thing without any hitches whatsoever.

And this 'helping a friend' thing reminded me of a time in '95 when I had my tonsils out. I was 19. And ohmygod, I remember wishing I could just have a headectomy - my entire body hurt, but my throat was beyond repair. I couldn't swallow. I couldn't talk. I couldn't think straight. I just HURT.

And to boot, my dad had literally JUST died, so I was a walking mess. The wife of my (former) superintendant offered to have me over for lunch the day before my surgery. And I was feeling kind of bad, because I knew I wasn't going to be able to eat anything she'd made.

I showed up to her house, and she'd made US a lunch I could eat. We had JELLO for an appetizer, soup for a main course, and pudding and ice cream for dessert. We had hot tea to drink. She ate it right along with me. We called it "the last supper". I was being taken care of, and it felt great.

So, of course, I'd be here to help "Kaf" as my son calls her. Life is about paying it forward. Someone helped me, and I'm helping someone else. And if ever I need anything again, I know I've got a bunch of people ready to help me if they could.

It's all good.

Edit: And Kath is home now. The Bug was telling me just now to 'be quiet' because 'Kaf is sweeeeeeping!'. I haven't the heart yet to tell him she's not sweeeeeeping here.

Labels: kath b, life, rest and recovery

Meet "Bones the Birthday Pirate".

Bones was on loan last night from a neighbor; he seemed the appropriate way to greet folks as they showed up last night for Howard's 40th birthday party here at Casa HDW.

Bones' nametag's say:

"Hello, My name is .... YOUTH"

"Hello, My name is ... Karen Carpenter"

and

"Hello, My name is ... Nicole Ritchie - FEED ME!"

The party was a great success, I thought! Howard got a super cool gift ... and no, not the gift certificate. I mean, playing "throw balls at The Bug's Head" and "Pirate Ship". Duh!

After going out Friday night to celebrate Shmeder and her graduation from Nursing School and getting the house in gear all day yesterday (with the help from Kath*and Heather - honestly, thank you guys!), I am beat down today.

HDHusband volunteered to take The Bug to the Zoo so I could crawl into bed and sleep ... but the guys that help me turn on my sprinkler system (um, yeah, not so good at that) decided that today would be a great time to show up "sometime between, well, now and whenever, not sure", I was up waiting for the doorbell to ring to let them in. Meh.

The Bug, though, was beatdown after last night's festivities. And thanks to all who were there reading this for playing along with him. He enjoys having people over, if you couldn't tell.

I'm hopefully going to be headed to bed very soon. I believe I need to check for holes in my eyelids ...

* Kath also will fold your laundry. And this should never be turned down. That is all.

PS There are pictures for Friends Only up on Flickr if you are interested. I'll be putting more up as time goes on!

Labels: clizbiz, comic of the day turns 40, kath b, pirate party, shmeder kicks ass and kickballs