Par-tay!

(Yes, any time this many middle-aged women get together - with wine - it is called, a "par-tay!'  Roll your eyes, if you must. THIS is how we roll.)


Names are pretty important to me. I have a freaking English degree, words mean something. I always pay attention to the names of the streets where I live, I can't help it, it's just one of my many adorable quirks.  (Right after the whole Lorena Bobbitt thing, we were considering a house on "Babbet Dr" and I told my,  now, ex-husband I CAN NOT live there,  I'm sorry, I am quirky ... and adorable. hahahaha)  Anyway, so when I found out that the mountain where we live, Monte Sano, is Italian for "Mountain of Health," (it says so right here, I don't speak Italian) well, after my long rocky past, it was significant to me. Honey, we've moved to the "Mountain of Health,"  in so many ways.


Last night, the ladies of Monte Santo threw Lyric a baby shower. All of these beautiful photos are by Sandy Allbee ( a REAL name, I used a REAL name on this blog -besides Lyric's :)  ) and since she did such a great job, I'm just gonna post some of my favorites.

 











 

 

 

 



Seriously ladies, thank you. It meant so much.

I actually painted my toenails for the occasion.  The last time ANY nail on me was painted was 6 1/2 years ago, right before Middle Child was born. For some reason, it was important to me to have painted fingernails when he was born. Apparently, this time, it's the toenails.  




 

Wild Child (who did not create within me the need to paint nails right before he was born,) stood over me, watching intently, "What are you doing?"
"Painting my toenails."
Wild Child studied this situation for a moment.
"WHY are you painting your toenails?"
" 'Cause it's pretty. Don't you think it's pretty?"
"No. It looks like pirate toes."

 PS There is another "par-tay" in play (but you'll have to bring your own wine.)  Another one of my treasured friends, "Gorgeous Garcia," has requested to throw Lyric an online baby shower for all those people who want to be a part of one but live far away. 

In my gypsy-like-life, that's quite a few people. 

If you want to be a part of this online baby shower, please go to my page on Facebook and click on my only friend with the last name "Garcia," then private message her.  Tell her a bit about how we know each other so that she can be sure that you're not a freak. (Why would you be? You're one of MY Fb friends.)

hahahahaha 

No, seriously, no freaks allowed.  

Other than the "no freaks" mandate, I have no idea about the particulars -  I and my pirate toes are going to China!