July 1st, 2003


In brief....been too busy doing stuff to update!


I think this is the first time I've met somebody in LJ, become friends with them on LJ, and only then actually met them in real life. It was pretty cool! cjdoyle made it to my friends list because he lives nearby, and I was on a kick awhile back where I thought it would be fun to read people's journals who live in the same town as I do. I've enjoyed getting to know him. Notorious for his work with flash and legos, he also likes to photoshop cool images. He's the one who made the Moulin Rouge poster of me, and he printed out and gave me a copy thursday night. We also were joined by C and the lovely jenx for coffee; it was a fun and lovely evening. They are great people, and they live nearby...yay!


This has been an incredibly busy Spring for me, traveling or doing something almost every weekend. That wouldn't be a problem except that my softball games are supposed to be on fridays, and I've been missing them all. Except for last week, when I finally dusted off my cleats, dug my jersey from the bottom of my drawer, and played my first game of softball. It was fun; I've really missed playing! We lost the game, but I enjoyed it anyway. I could feel how rusty I'd gotten...I didn't play wonderfully, but I stopped lots of balls, and even made one RBI. I managed to play the entire game without getting injured despite my long hiatus...well, except for a slight case of heat exhaustion. But that's not really an injury, so it doesn't count.


Spent the morning shopping for groceries for sunday's party. Spent the afternoon relaxing with C, then we went to Sh's party saturday night. Saw lots of people, socialized, munched all kinds of goodies, and had a few drinks.


Sunday June 29 was my sister's 30th birthday. It also would have been S's 33, but life is for the living, so I spent the day making sure my sis' had a good birthday. Turning 30 is hard!! I helped her throw a Backyard Birthday Bash, to celebrate her birthday and "unveil" her new patio that we'd helped her build a few weeks back. We invited a bunch of family and friends, grilled some burgers and such, and her friend L even made homemade potato and pasta salads! Our mom baked a delicious cake. Everything would have gone perfectly had it not been for all the rain and thunderstorms we had on sunday. Figures, eh? But even though we had to spend some time running back and forth between the house and the patio, we managed to have a nice time anyway. A good number of people came and went all day -- there was never really too many or too few people. I think sis' enjoyed it. A successful patio party, I would say.


I had monday off, due to my "alternative" work schedule. It was good to have some time to sleep in: I was really worn out. I got lots of sleep, and I also spent some time reading in bed. Then I went shopping -- finally bought some new jeans, plus a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Returned a couple of tops my mom had given me, and exchanged them for something I'll hopefully wear more often. Then I did some put-off-far-too-long grocery shopping, to the great relief of both me and the cats. I did a little bit of weeding and work in my yard. I took a little nappy. Then C and I went to a nearby bar for some vendor-sponsored event or the other. We got free drinks, appetizers, and even cake! (I'm a big fan of any activity that involves free cake.) I also "borrowed" two helium balloons, along with a plate full of chicken wings that I didn't want to see wasted (much to C's chagrin (hey, he's just lucky I didn't decide to take home leftover cake!)).

Birthday Balloons

At sis's party sunday, I insisted on sharing this "balloon story" with all of her guests. It made me laugh so heartily, it had to be passed on!

On my way to her party, I stopped at a flower shop and bought one of those shiny mylar balloons for her. As I handed it to her, I explained, "This is for you of course, but it will also be useful to mark your house, when guests are looking for it. We can put it in front somewhere." She said she'd tie it to the porch railing, and went out front.

I was on the side of the house in the driveway, messing with the drinks, when I heard her cry, "Oh no! NO!!"

I turned to the front of the house in time to see the balloon go bobbing by on its own. A moment later she appeared, chasing the ribbon (which was already a few feet above her head). It floated up further and got stuck in a tree probably 5 stories above the ground.

I was laughing so hard I could barely speak. When I did, I gasped, "Now how are people going to find your house with the balloon way up there?? I'm not buying you another balloon; they're on their own."

We worried the rest of the afternoon that some of her missing guests were up in the trees with the balloon somewhere, wondering where the patio was.


I have a personal balloon tradition. I began it the new year's eve after S died. The tradition involves writing a note to him, attaching it a helium balloon, and setting it free. I love to watch it disappear into the sky, carrying my message far away, lifting it high, to hopefully find him somewhere.

Balloons in general have become something of a message to him, a reminder of him, even when I don't actually write a note. Sometimes I'll just pen something onto the balloon itself, sometimes I'll just set it free at watch it float away. I like it.

If you keep a balloon captive, it wilts and dies in your livingroom. If you set it free, it soars into the heavens, going who-knows-where.

This morning I set free the two balloons which I rescued from last night's event. I didn't write a note this time. I just said, "happy birthday, I still love and miss you," and I let them go. They were tied together, and they pulled one another back and forth as they both lifted past the treetops. The balloons turned into circles which turned into dots, and they hid behind some leaves before they had completely shrank out of view.

I wondered briefly if perhaps on sunday S had gotten confused and thought that sis's balloon was meant for him, so he had taken it when she was distracted. The thought made me smile and chuckle quietly as I climbed into my car to go to work.