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It’s just ridiculous

A couple of coworkers and I went on a hike yesterday. We took the world’s scariest gondola ride (I’m guessing. It was also my first) up the mountain and then “hiked” a little nature trail. It was just unutterably, insanely, ridiculously gorgeous. A little over-the-top, if you ask me. I mean, ENOUGH ALREADY with the beauty! You’re just showing off now, mountain!

PS I didn’t edit these photos at all. That’s exactly what it all looks like.

Number three

So this happened yesterday.

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I make it sound like it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. It wasn’t, I’ve been thinking of getting three bunnies for a while, but kind of vaguely. And then the opportunity came up to go on a tattoo outing at the Grand Meetup and I decided to go for it. (Yes, at a work conference, we had an outing to get tattoos.)

Why bunnies? I wanted to get a tattoo to represent the boys, and I wasn’t sold on their initials (I tried, but couldn’t make LOM look not weird.) My other idea was three bunnies, because I’ve always called them my bunnies. It’s a bit more vague than initials, I think. But definitely not badass. Everyone who saw it today said, “awww, so cute!” so maybe I should have gotten fangs on them or something more hardcore. Then again, my other tattoos aren’t exactly skulls and daggers, so this is definitely more me.

(Sorry Mom.)

Number 81

The 81st monthly photo. Now the boys are 6 and three-quarters.
The 81st monthly photo. Now the boys are 6 and three-quarters. This month’s picture looks a little spooky because the humidity kept making my lens fog up.

Bowling

Aunt Tee promised the boys a trip bowling this year, and we took her up on that Sunday. It was fun, and I was pretty awesome at it, I have to say. Granted, we had the bumpers up, BUT STILL.

Port Hudson Drive

For the first 17 years of my life, my home was at 5822 Port Hudson Drive. A four bedroom, two and a half bath brick ranch built in 1975. We moved out when I was in away for my junior year at Louisiana School, and I guess I never felt like I truly got to say goodbye. Or maybe at 17, I didn’t know I should. In any case, I’ve dreamt about it, and I’ve driven by it countless times. So when my mom told me it was for sale, I knew I had to see it. This past Sunday, there was an open house, and I brought the boys.

I expected it to make me really emotional. I have so many memories of that house. And of course of my dad. As it turns out, the whole experience was surprisingly unemotional. It was interesting, but I never felt like I was going to burst into tears or anything.

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(Don’t worry, there’s more…a LOT more.)

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Two months!

I’m pretty excited, and definitely nervous, but two months from today, I’m getting my eyeballs lasered! For a long time, I resisted the idea of LASIK, because I’m pretty squeamish about eyeballs. I mean, they’re disgusting. I wore gas permeable lenses for years because it gave me that many more microns between my fingertip and my eyeball during insertion. People told me, “it’s over fast” and “it’s not that bad” but not until my friend Bea told me she got to squeeze a teddy bear during her procedure did I really start to take the idea seriously.

So I’ve been for the initial consult, and then I got a phone call from the doctor himself approving me for it (I have a weird, gross eye condition we won’t go into here that could have meant I wasn’t a good candidate.) The other day I had my eyes dilated and deemed in perfect health (well, as perfect as they can be with my weird, gross eye condition) and I was put on the surgery schedule.

Of course I wish I could have it done sooner, but you can’t wear your contacts for three weeks before the surgery. I already signed up for a triathlon on September 27, and it would be impossible for me to complete the swim without contacts.

When I left my job at the Archdiocese, I had a bunch of money in my flexible spending account to use up, so I stocked up on contacts. Hmmm. Maybe not my best idea. So now I have to wear 9 months worth of monthly lenses in the next six weeks. I’m going to feel so RICH, just tossing them away after wearing them once or twice.

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Like that, but with contact lenses instead of dollar bills.

An amusing coincidence with the doctor I chose was that his office is in the same building as my plastic surgeon. Kind of feels poetic or something. Self-improvement via surgery and all that.

So that’s that. The surgery isn’t technically LASIK, but Intralasik, which means they use two lasers instead of a blade to oh god I can’t talk about this anymore. I don’t want to know how they do it, just give me a ton of Valium beforehand and a teddy bear.

I am sad to get rid of my Warby Parker glasses (also part of my FSA windfall from my last job) that I love, so if anyone can recommend a charity or somewhere to send them when this is all said and done, I’d appreciate that. (I wonder if any charities take contact lenses?)