Author: Tim

Well, in response to a friends request, I (Tim) have written a big ‘ol narative about our Derby trip this year. Thing is, it’s really long, so I’ll release it in installments. Also, there’s a bunch of stuff that’s traditions and what not among our usual Derby traveling companions. I really don’t want to make this any longer than it already is, so I won’t do any more explaining. One thing though, when I mention “The Judge” I’m talking about our annual dinner in the private room above Judge Roy Bean’s Restaurant. That’s one thing that I read that would really make no sense at all.

So stay tuned for part 1 tomorrow.

I totally blogged last Tuesday, and dang ole Blogger did not post it! So I’m really not trying to leave you in the dark, I promise!

We’re here, we’re (pretty) OK and we are trying to get back into our routine…

The vacation was a complete success, whatever that means. We had a good time, saw lots of great friends, ate some great food and saw some interesting horse racing.

My favorite joke that I made that no one else laughed at (other than my husband, who is required by law to laugh at my jokes): “Funny Cide? What the hell is that? Like when a clown hangs himself?”

Leno, Letterman, feel free to email me with your offers…

Anyway, I want to write a whole travellogue — I really do — but work stuff and life stuff is totally standing in the way between me and any humorous reflections just now. But you can go and check out the pictures under Derby -> Derby 2003.

Didn’t we looking freaking great?

Crazy week ahead of us, so I’ll be brief.

Tim and I had a great time in Columbia over the weekend, and Auggie had super-duper fun at Grandma’s. Who knew the dogs would be the big stinkers for them?

Even though we were in Columbia for less than three hours, we managed to eat and/or drink in no less than six different establishments. Ah, Columbia… Still the same in so many ways.

Our entire reason for going back to CoMo was to attend Springfest, KCOU’s annual day ‘o music. The weather was gorgeous, the bands ranged from pretty good (…And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead) to booty-rockin’ (GBV), although the sound was generally stinky. (Is there a term for using another sense’s adjectives when referring to a different sense? Stupidity? Yes, that’s it.)

We saw some old friends, drank a little beer, drank a little wine and generally enjoyed walking around our old stomping grounds.

My goal was to not imbibe so much that I would be unable to enjoy my breakfast at Ernie’s the next day (like our visit over two years ago).

Mission accomplished.

Did I mention that my sainted mother is taking Auggie for the weekend?

That’s right, my friends. 48 blissful hours of alone-time! The possibilities are endless!

The sad thing is, I’ll probably end up desperately missing him by Saturday morning.

Sigh. Such is life when you have kids, I guess.

Tough, tough day in toddlerland today.

The weather is leaning towards the crappy side, so we didn’t get outside that much, and I didn’t have any errands to run, so we were pretty much home-bound today. I thought this would be fine, since we had schlepped Auggie to my hometown and back in a smidge over 24 hours, but even he was at the door saying, ‘Bye-bye? Bye-bye?’ most of the afternoon.

I should’ve just sucked it up and headed to the mall or something.

So we were both eyeing each other warily by the time Tim got home, and I sweetly asked him to watch August and make dinner whilst I completed a stress-relieving workout. Is my husband the best ever? You bet your sweet bottom he is!

Highlight of the past weekend: My grandmother made a childhood favorite — fried pies. For those of you that have not lived, these are individual-sized pie crusts, folded in half, filled with apples or apricots and then deep-fried. That’s it. No too-sweet icing or anything. I ate one, and suddenly I was ten again. It was heaven.

My son asked me for a kiss yesterday.

I could’ve melted. Of course, he immediately then went ot one of the dogs and requested the same (and was reciprocated), but at least he asked me first.

Our trip to Louisville two weeks from today grows ever so complicated. Since we lived there for over three years, we still have lots of friends to see and little time to see them in. Plus, there’s my semiannual haircut to plan, meetings with my clients and lots of college/Derby friends to share juleps with. (I do not fear ending with prepositions! Just try and stop me!)

Dang. Two weeks from today. I need to start making a list or something.

Like I said, we’ve had some hiccups along the way with the new server, but it’s getting closer. Now you should be able to see the last couple of posts.

We survived.

Just barely.

But we survived.

Now, Tim is home, the villagers rejoice and all is well with the world. That, and we got Auggie this today.

Sweeeet…

We’re still hanging in there, even as our colds hang on. Our Parents As Teachers “parent educator” mentioned that her info on this super-fun virus is that it can stick around for a month.

Hear that, virus? Your time is up! Now hit the streets!

Other than that, what can I say? Tim is leaving for a weekend of fun without us (which

should be 100 times funner than the usual fun, right?), where he will sleep like a rock for hours on end, drink bourbon and play the ponies, while I will grow increasingly resentful unstable exhausted morose without him.

I do so hate it when we must part.

But the best part is when he gets back. Because then he owes me.

[insert sinister laugh here]