I finally gave Ceara her Christmas present - the Dots shirt, her favorite candy. At the wedding last summer Ceara popped some Dots right before the ceremony, now that's style. So yes, my trip down south was great, relaxing, everything I wanted it to be. Ceara is my bestest of best, my longest time friend, my go to gal. I love that I can go hang out with her and not worry about what we are going to do.
My trip started out great with this hunk. It was great to fly with Bj, we have never flown together, which is weird to me. My first leg of the flight Portland to Seattle, was only like 45 minutes. Then I had to wait for a while and started on my project for the week.
This is the swatch for a sweater I'm working on from the Rowan spring/summer magazine. I'll put up the details later, you won't believe how much I've got done, the back, two front sides, and almost one sleeve. See that pouch Sara? That stuff goes with me everywhere, man I love swaps. Anyway two flights after that I was to Memphis. Ceara got lost (of course) on her way to pick me up. :) I love doing the screamy happy dance thing when we see each other. So we drove to her town, Jonesboro Arkansas (side note for those who don't know: Ceara's husband is an athletic trainer for Arkansas State, and a bit of hero, he saved a mans life with a defibrillator at a game this winter). We stayed up way to late talking and she went to work the next day, while I got to sleep in. She came home at lunch and I drove her back to work and met everyone she works with. Then I drove around the town and shopped a little, got all waxed up (man personal services in the south rock, every time I got something done they're like, "you want something to drink honey, a diet coke?" um yes please), and picked her up. We had pizza from the best pizza place ever (but don't tell Grant, he thinks we ate carrot sticks or something, he he), and watched ER together. Ceara and I have watched ER and called each other after so many episodes I can't even count. It's totally our thing and we had a blast watching it.
The next day Ceara took off work so we could head into Memphis again and meet up with these crazy road-trippers. My brother Aaron had called me the day before and said, "We're in Little Rock!" He's an assistant Chaplin in the Air Force and they are moving from Cali to Washington D.C. I'm so glad I got to see them, especially my favorite little girl Brianna. We had a nice long lunch with them and did some shopping, bikinis for us both! Score! Saturday was Ceara's birthday so we actually went back to Memphis again (it's about an hours drive). We went to a few antique shops, but everything was over priced, or just too weird. I treated Ceara to a manicure and pedicure for her birthday at the same place we went to for the wedding: The Nail Bar. After that it was Chili's. Yes of course we had an Awesome Blossom, extra awesome!
The next day Ceara and I just messed around really, looking around town and stuff. Then Monday Ceara worked, I mostly knit, I really rocked some stockinette stitch! We had pizza again - bacon, pepperoni, and banana peppers (wait I mean for the first time, right Ceara). The next day we headed back to Memphis and walked around Beale Street. I had a wonderful ice cream concoction: yellow marshmallow ice cream with Reese's peanut butter cup and the marshmallows from Lucky Charms all mixed together in a Heath topped waffle bowl. If someone knows where I can get more Lucky Charms marshmallows let me know!
I had to fly out that evening and we cried like crazy of course saying goodbye. I had a fairly good flight back, that was of course, until my last leg. I got seated next to a family, and a little tow head was my seat mate. That was fine, I love kids. Had a nice little chat with him, he told me he just turned three, totally cute. His parents were very old. The dad was at least 65 and the mom probably 47. So I had to do a major double take when she whipped out her boob and started breast feeding... to a kid I had just had a conversation with... with all his teeth!!! Not only that, but no blanket, and she did it for like an hour switching sides and giving him sips of pop when he asked for it in between. Ewwwwww. Yes, I am all for breast feeding, but that was nasty, and right freaking next to me. And no I haven't see that episode of Desprate Housewives. So on that note, goodnight!