This morning my grandparents came over to watch the kids (and give Lucy her first ever Barbie doll), which made it possible for me to visit my friend Aletha, a nearly life-long-acquaintance-turned blogging buddy/real life friend. She is an amazing wedding planner, and we keep in touch a lot through the Internet, so she invited me over for coffee. It was so nice to get out of the house for a few hours, talk, and relax. Although I have known Aletha basically my whole life, we never really got know each other growing up. She is really funny and sweet and easy to get along with, and I give all the credit to Blogger and Facebook for the fact that we speak to each other at all. If it weren't for those connections, we probably would have just gone about our lives hearing bits and pieces through the grapevine of our families, as I am friends with many of her cousins, and my mom and dad (and some of my aunts and uncles) are friends with her parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. It is always so funny to read someone's blog for months or even years, seeing photos and reading about their day to day life, and then seeing them (or their kids, pets, homes) in person... I think a few of you know what I mean, and it's hard to explain why, but it's a strange feeling. Like characters from a book coming to life, and running into them at Meijer.
I made it home by 1:00 (!), only to load up the kids and take them over to my parents', where I hung out for a bit before my doctor appointment (I mentioned before). I told her about some of my "symptoms" and they took my weight and height to calculate a BMI (too low), and also drew blood for some lab tests (FSH, TSH, etc.), mainly to check for hyperthyroidism or any other potential issues. "No news is good news," they say, but I can call back in a week for my results if I'm curious. After I returned to my parents' house, we had spaghetti and salad and garlic bread. After Lucy's long night of tossing in turning in OUR bed, she was really tired and fell asleep in the car on the way home (within less than a mile after I left), and I changed her clothes and put her in her bed, where she is staying tonight. I think she is exhausted. I am a little tired as well... but that won't stop me from staying up late, drinkin' box wine, and watching Ghosthunters and GHI with Ron!