The good, the bad and the nauseated...

First, I am sorry I have been so remiss in posting.  Sisters, family, friends, readers, I <3 you something fierce but with wedding planning, work, and my obsessive compulsive need to acquire a piece of real estate, something had to give.  But I have a break from work for a while and next time, I will complete some advance posts.

So work brought me to San Francisco, city of my mother's birth and many childhood memories.  Though I was here on business, I had all sort of wonderful plans for the people I was going to see and the things we were going to do together.  But Saturday, as I was driving to the airport, I was hit with a migraine and before I knew it, I'd -- err -- lost my breakfast all over the side of my beloved little hybrid.  It wasn't pretty.  Thankfully, Yoni got the airline to push my flight to the next day so I could vomit in peace for the rest of the afternoon at Chez Mimo.  Delightful.

But I finally arrived.  Most of my plans fell through.  Still, J. Scootus and Mrs. S made sure I wasn't only taken care of, but that I had some fun once all was said and done.  See, my wants are often much grander than my ability to fill them, and so it was with my trip.  So many plans, and so little time.  But when my performance was sung and done, Mrs. S took me for some needed sightseeing before I returned to the East Coast.

No matter how hard we try, Mrs. S. and I can't get a good picture together.

"Little houses on the hilltop, Little houses, made of ticky tacky..."

Another example of Mary and my photographic

incompatibility

Sometimes, distance is good for photographic relationships:)

Mostar!

As One informed you, last week Five, Momo, Brother Z, Astro boy and I went on a little jaunty around Croatia and Slovenia. On our way to the dreamy place they call Dubrovnik, Astro boy (who was our fearless driver/navigator/the only sane person in the car) took us on a little detour out of Croatia into Bosnia and Herzegovina. We visited Mostar--a city which was destroyed about 20 years ago during the Bosnian War. They haven't rebuilt everything yet--but the old bridge, which after the war was left in the water, has been restored to its former glory--and it was gorgeous!

Pink Pony

 Meet Pink Pony

He's just being shy...

There he is!

 Pink Pony has a message on equality

He doesn't think it should matter who you love 

 or who loves you

 If you're not hurting anyone, we should just let you be.

 Because life is filled with music

 and magic

 and things that need a second look

 So don't focus on the poopy things

 have an adventure!

 Make new friends!

And never forget to dream!

May I please have a few more hours in this day?

Unfortunately, for the first time in a long time, Mr. One has been sucked into a long-term client project far, far away.  This doth not please me.  But I really can't complain.  Of all the terrible places to which he could have been sucked, he's landed in Denver!  Jackpot, right?  The prospect of spending six months playing a week-day single parent and then periodically dragging the kids cross-country to see their overworked Daddy is *much* more appealing if it also includes lots of fresh mountain air, family, old friends, zero humidity, weekend roadtrips, real paletas and a genuine Rocky Mountain High.  We're taking off this week for an inaugural (relatively quick) visit.  Which makes me very happy. (Ironically, Mr. One is flying solo chez Momo, since everyone else is in Hungary!)  Alas, too many errands, not enough time, and, I fear, not nearly enough sleep, separate me from that quasi-final destination.  But I know it will be wonderful once we get there...  Wish us luck!!

A very special guest blogger....

Four and Five are off the grid, roughing it somewhere fabulous on the Dalmatian coast.  Poor dears.  In their absence, Tiny volunteered to take over for the day.  Enjoy!

I'm Sailing Away

Last Friday, Dr. P finished his third year of medical school. Now, I fully acknowledge that I have not suffered as a real med student suffers, but dog-gone-it being the lady friend of a med student for three years is no walk in the park either.  Every year it's bad, and every year the next one is supposed to better, and yet it just gets worse and worse.  It's like being adrift in a stormy sea with no land or smooth waters in sight.  Because as any med student will tell you, the only thing more terrifying than mean attendings/residents, is the thought of being a real doctor and having people's lives in your hands.  

But, for two weeks Dr. P (and I) have found a break in the storm.  The sun has come through and we're just... hanging out. Without studying. Or worrying about the lack of studying. It. Is. Awesome.

And so I think it was symbolic, that we spent part of this tiny slice of our lives adrift in the Annapolis port, without reason, without worries, and without wind.  

But we did have pretty sweet company, and a kick-a picnic if I do say so!

Hoist!

Sea-Spider!

tres glam

Our Commander!

This is where we stow the bodies...

Mea Culpe

Since One's second post was about our shared outing, when I was delayed in posing, I just didn't do it.  Mea culpe.  I promise to be better next week.