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IMG_8342Today I am thankful for….

  • Grainy iphone selfies with my family. #felfies?
  • My sweet, chubby, serious and curious, baby boy.
  • Good friends, a few of whom will be coming over to celebrate Thanksgiving with us today.
  • My sister-in-law, for her killer cheesecake recipe.
  • My mom, for texting me said cheesecake recipe when I told her I couldn’t find it but really was just too lazy to look very hard.
  • My whole family actually, Casey’s too. We’ve got some good ones.
  • Being a meat-eater again, because last years tofurkey just didn’t hit the spot…. the way a real dead animal does.  <—- Yeesh.  Oh man… having second thoughts…
  • Ok let’s be honest, I’m thankful for all the beige Thanksgiving foods.
  • Coffee. Because coffee.
  • New mom friends, who understand the importance of discussing the color of our baby’s poop.
  • My baby.
  • My bloggity blog readers. High-fives all around.
  • Dry shampoo.
  • Wine. Of all ages and ethnicities.
  • Finally being able to fit into a few of my more forgiving pre-baby jeans.
  • Maternity jeans, because they could actually be rebranded as Thanksgiving pants.
  • The fact that Christmas tree farms open tomorrow.  Yes, we will be first in line.
  • Crosby.
  • Our new car. No, it’s not a minivan. But it does make me feel responsible and mom-ish.  And it does have a steering wheel warmer, which is a game changer for my Nightmare Before Christmas hands.
  • Christmas movies and music, moving into the rotation.
  • My dogs, for still loving me just as much even though I give them about 67% less attention than I used to, pre-baby.
  • My husband, for loving me just as much as much even though I give him about 67% less attention than I used to, pre-baby.
  • My husband for being such a good papa to our baby.
  • Did I mention my baby?

And hey, happy Thanksgiving back!

a tribute to our desert life.

So I’m a few days late… but we’re baaaaack!  Back from the land of cacti and cutoffs, and back to the land of pine trees and facial hair.  Our trip to Tucson was quick… quicker than I thought it’d be.  It actually went by so fast that I kind of can’t quite believe it happened.  Except that I have a quarter-sized bruise on my hip, some sand in my shoes and a fistful of receipts in my purse that prove otherwise.  Also, the state of my liver is, questionable.  Residual war wounds from a weekend well-spent.  That’s my excuse.

We had quite the turnout from Casey’s grad school class (+ the wives! holla.) and somehow it felt like no time had passed since we’d seen them, even though two of the wives now have 8 and 9-month old babies.  REAL babies!  But being with everyone, it all felt so… normal.  And just being in Tucson gave me the same feeling.  Like it hadn’t been 24 whole months since we had our last scorpion bowl at Kon-Tiki… or tailgated on the mall… or stood in line at Frog n’ Firkin… and it definitely didn’t seem like two December’s ago that we last locked the door of our apartment on East River Road.  But I think those are all signs that our time there was meant to be.  I have a theory that you shouldn’t stay in a place so long that you end up hating it.  I think we left Tucson at a time when we still really loved it, but were ready for something new.  Which makes going back that much more fun because we have nothing but good memories from AZ (except HELLO first year of marriage and never seeing my grad-school student husband!).  But really, I gots nothing but love for The Old Pueblo.

So.  This weekend!  Of course our agenda included eating as much Mexican food as our veggie bags could hold.  Literally once a day we had some type of guacamole, or enchilada, or (many) cervezas.  We also hiked!  8 miles!  In the middle of the day!  With only one bottle of water!  I think I’m still sweating!  No but really, we were so glad we did it.  Tucson hikes are so weirdly beautiful – kind of like a severely dehydrated Portland hike.  But with sun!  And many more rocks, it seems.  We actually made a little bet on the second half of the hike to see if we could make it back to the car without tripping more than 5 times each.  You know, like stubbing your toes from not picking up your feet high enough?  Yah, let’s just say that I stopped counting after 12…  I lost the shit out of that bet.

We all rallied on Friday night and shared some bowls of liquor at Kon-Tiki and then headed to 4th Ave, where we all acted like the college kids that we aren’t.   And the majority of us paid for it in change the next day.  There’s nothing quite like a Tucson hangover.  Something about the altitude and the dryness…  It’s a recipe for disaster.  Although have I mentioned Mexican food?  It’s kind of a cure-all.

And of course we went tailgating before the game on Saturday, which brought back all the memories of Coors Lites and shotgunning beers and dance parties and stick-on mustaches and bowls of chips infested with the germs of a thousand hands.  The glory days.  And true to form, this tailgate was just as much fun as I remembered.

Without further adieu….

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az palm
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az loves
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 Aren’t we fun???  Until next time, T-town…

i like you. do you like me?

You know when you’re little and all you have to do is offer some Big League chew to your hide and seek partner and you have a friend for life?  Well, try that when you’re 27.  For starters, you can’t find big League Chew anywhere.  And secondly, they don’t offer hide and seek as a group class at 24 Hour Fitness.  But you get the picture…

Having moved to a new city with my husband less than a year ago, we’ve found that making new friends is way harder than it used to be.

When you’re in elementary school, everyone is your friend.  I think that’s also part of the sugarcoated kid philosophy that “everyone is a winner”.  Then in middle school, you flit in and out of groups based on how long it takes to get your braces off, or when you have your growth spurt or if you have early or late lunch.  But by high school, you’ve established a group of best friends you’ve now known for years that you have similar classes, sports, and interests as.  And by the time graduation rolls around you see your friends way more than your family.  (That’s also because parents are supes lame in high school.  Amiright?)

Enter college, when life is one big blind date and party rolled into one.  All you have to do is meet someone at a house party, have three too many drinks, and you’re declaring your friend-love for each other.  “You like wearing sweatpants?  I like wearing sweatpants!  We have to hang out this weekend.  You’re my new best friend!  Give me your number, I’m calling you tomorrow!  I’m sorry, I should totally know this, but what’s your name again??”  Come on, we’ve all had those conversations that make you cringe a little the next morning…  And while most of these encounters may not stick, the sheer amount of times they happen guarantees that you weed out at least a few besties from the plethora of crazy.

Cut to your late 20’s, when even one too many drinks equals three consecutive days in bed and a morphine drip.  (Not really but totally)  You can’t rely on parties and cocktails to make you “feel friendly”, as my best friends and I used to say.  You have to find new ways to meet people.  And once you do, it’s almost as if you’re dating them… First it’s asking if they want to get a drink.  If you’re lucky, you find that you actually like them and a few happy hour dates may eventually lead to a dinner.  And before you know it you’re standing outside the restaurant wondering if a hug would seem like you’re coming on too strong.  And you’re thinking “I really like you but I don’t want to seem like I really like you because I don’t want you to think I’m weird and scare you off”.

Adding another layer of difficulty is the fact that it’s not just me anymore.  As a married person I tend to hang out with my husband a lot (marriage happens like that) so there is also the desire to find couple friends.  And don’t even get me started on those first dates, because now not only are you wondering if the girl likes you, you’re also wondering if the guy likes your husband and the husband likes you and the girl likes your husband.

Sigh…. It’s exhausting.

Almost a year deep into our life in a new city, I’m realizing that the easiest way to approach friend dating is to use the word “friend” more loosely.  It doesn’t need to have the same meaning that it did in high school and college.  It actually shouldn’t have the same meaning it did back then.  As long as I still have my best friends, regardless of where we all live, there’s no pressure to find someone in my new city to get matching tattoos with quite yet.  Priorities change and people change so it’s okay to be a bit pickier, but it’s also okay to realize that you don’t have to love each new person to infinity-and-beyond… just so long as they have the same adoration of sweatpants that you do.  Well, sweatpants AND bloody mary’s.

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