Have I mentioned she's lovely? and nice? and really fun?
But I'm getting ahead of myself... the beginning:
Now let me remind you, before we start, what we all learn in middle school: NEVER meet people from the internet. Cause they're never nice but usually pedophiles and other such creeps. Oh, and even more important if you are ever must meet them NEVER do so in their private homes, only public places... you've seen To Catch A Predator, right? Let's keep this in mind because before I left my sister, roommate AND the boy reminded me before many times. They only let me go if I promised to have my cell phone on me at every moment...
Despite this Wednesday I drove all the way (many an hour) to Tuvalu to visit blackbird, you know in her natural environment (best way to observe bird, eh?). It was a long journey filled with traffic, bridges (toll: 5 dollars!!) and my poor driving.
On arrival, blackbird (her petite, hip-ly dressed, cool self) greeted me with hugs and offerings of beverages, cause that's the kind of nice lady that she is. Now here's the crazy part... the house: just like the pictures. No need to show me around, I already know about the black and white kitchen floor, blackboard in the dining room and new chair in the living room. You know, no need to fill me in... I've already read about them.
Lunch, at a beautiful and hidden spot, was filled salads and gossip regarding both internet folks and the ridiculous women in her town (looking too skinny, having too much disposable income and that damn bag that I want).
Anthro, I know what a surprise. Where we admired the clothes and made fun of the workers. I ended up trying on a blouse (with shoulders that kept falling), a house dress (with sleeves big enough for me to fly) and a nightgown (with Madonna circa 1980's bra type top). Left with a book and soap (vanilla). FIGURES, huh?
Errands filled the rest of our day, boys at school, grocery store (where I saw my uncle, weird, eh?) and drugstore stops. Highlights from these errands? Finding three small cellos (okay internet, what are those called?) in the garbage and taking them, meeting Middle and Youngest and doing the mom wait for the kids chat (aka more gossip).
Once back at the house blackbird helped me with blogging (apparently I've been writing in edit html and this is v. wrong) without making me feel at all stupid (which must have taken much patience). Middle then helped me with my email account (again, without making me feel stupid), so much tech help, hooray! I played wii with Youngest (a formidable opponent) and BEAT him at bowling (by two points) and then he continued to crush me at every other game imaginable (rabbit game, very fun).
Bread was mixed and set to rise... the recipe entitled fool-proof, so perfect for me right? (More details on that FIASCO and how I am one notch below a fool to come tomorrow). I was taught about salt (and it's many varieties) and saw the stove hood (that leaks and must be cleaned regularly). Relaxing and drinks then happened outside as we vacated the house for the crazy Russian sax teacher (yes, he exists). Leaving was bittersweet.
Let me tell you, the most relaxing day that I've had in a while, blackbird is just lovely. She kept me laughing, fascinated and interested the entire day long.
Okay, ready for some cheesiness?
She showed me the kind of woman, wife and mother I want to be when I am older.
And that's the damn truth.
Oh, yeah, and my so called worried and caring friends, didn't call ALL DAY LONG.
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You are so sweet we should have stolen your kidney and pickled it and eaten it!
Ew.
Where was I?
K and I saw a girl in that madonna dress yesterday and I told him that I advised you against it and he said GOOD THING.
Fetching.
That's it - you are FETCHING.
sigh.
I love how your intro made me imagine blackbird as a total psycho waiting for you at her door with butcher knife.
Yes. She is an inspiration.
That's what I thought when I met her too. And yes, everyone is freaking out when meeting internet people. She was my first but I wasn't afraid at ALL. I sensed she was everything we read every day, and more.
But I did not get to see her house! Nor her gorgeous boys.
well let me just tell you about this certain caring friend who happens to have a 9-5 job. that day i did not get a lunch break and could not call midday to see if blackbird was a psycho killer. i did call before work and after work though so yeah i would like to think i am still a pretty good and pretty caring friend. i am also glad to know that bb is no psycho.
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