In all seriousness (okay, maybe not ALL seriousness–this is me), I really enjoyed our company’s…company. I was glad to get the opportunity to learn more about INKA–who became more and more fascinating to me as the weekend went by–I found out that she moved to the U.S. when she was 14, and started 8th grade here without speaking a word of English. I was dying to ask her to say something in Finnish or German but thought perhaps that would be too much. She struck me as extremely smart, and very, very thoughtful, and just straight-up NICE. Her boyfriend was just all-around awesome–easy-going, friendly, adorable–and the man could tell one hell of a story. He gets 2 thumbs-up. I’m so happy to have gotten to know them both a little better. Thanks for a great weekend, guys.
May 16, 2006
Dance, Monkey, Dance!
Oh, the joys of having company, and the emotional upset that comes with their departure.
This past weekend INKA and her boyfriend Mike came to our house to feed us, clean up after us, watch our children, listen to our idiodic ramblings, and generally provide us with loads of entertainment. It was a great visit.
They arrived late Friday night after a long day at the office and an even longer day on a plane. We forced them to stay up and eat and tell jokes with us until almost midnight. Then we sent them off to bed in Cheyenne’s sweet hawaiian-themed room.
Saturday morning I felt it to be in their best interest to wake up fairly early, so Mia and I made as much noise as possible, banging around in the kitchen, burning pancakes and yelling at the dogs. Before the day was over, we dragged them through the woods in the heat of the day for a leisurely stroll, WOW-ED them with stimulating conversations about poo-poo, both human and canine, and fed them sandwiches which they prepared themselves with ingredients they had purchased. Perhaps we need a little hosting-practice…
That night, as soon as we had the kids to bed and the wine flowing, I pounded them with questions that had been floating around in my head all week, questions such as, "The rest of the world–what’s it like?" and "So. What do you do?" and "What does that mean?" and "I still don’t understand. Forget I asked. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? And I mean, EVER?"
I realized even while asking these things that I was probably coming off as a bit eager, desperate, maybe slightly crazy, but hey, my page isn’t called "Fighting Insanity" for nothing. I finally allowed our poor guests to retire for the night around 2:00 a.m.–but only after I had made a complete chatterbox out of myself and they knew my life story in its entireity.
Sunday, I lazed off a wee bit of a hangover while Inka and Cheyenne made a fabulous breakfast of french toast, eggs, and bacon. After that, we all overdosed on coffee and trip-tropped off to the Oklahoma City Zoo, where mothers from all over the nation, it seemed, came to "GET IN FREE". It was like FREAKIN’ DISNEY WORLD. Inka got in on the action by posing as Cheyenne’s mommy for the day, and 5 hours later we left, tired, sore, and smellin’ pretty funky–but it was a good time had by all…at least I think it was. I just love the zoo.
We dined on more fantastic sandwiches that night and the next day. Mia and Cheyenne "Nemo-ed" Inka for the first time (she had never seen that movie–can you imagine!), and sent them off to the airport Monday afternoon. I hated to see them leave. I still had more questions to ask.
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