Party?

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This is what I was doing one year ago this week.

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Well, this weekend, I intend to raise the roof once more as I’m springing out of this spit-up, diaper doo covered insane asylum. [Note: I love my daughter and I love staying at home, but I deserve a night out or I just may develop a nervous twitch and start talking about myself in the third person.] It’s THE MARA’s birthday and we intend on celebrating by consuming mass quantities of alcohol. Or in my case, having two drinks and ending up passed out by 9:30 p.m. (whichever comes first). The weekend party keeps rolling with a bachelorette party for Miss Amber on Saturday. Hopefully I won’t over-drink at THE MARA’s and consume three beers, thus rendering me incapable of having fun at the bachelorette party. Good luck to me!

Also, let’s all hope I don’t end up sleeping next to any trees. Because THAT, my friends, is not my idea of a model parent.

We’re Back

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After an extremely LONG weekend, the Peters clan is back in KC. I’m happy to report that the wedding went wonderfully. Abbie was beautiful and my boobs did not pop out of my dress. Unfortunately, my camera had been placed in a certain bearded husbands work bag, so I don’t have many pictures of the blessed event. I’ll post what I have in the next day or so.

Lucy spent most of her weekend acting fussy for her grandma. Poor Grandma Cindy dealt with the horror that is living with the mad gloworm, but, thankfully, she still seems to like the baby. I think we’re going to spend the next few days attempting to get her back on schedule. Right now she is extremely mad that I am typing this and not holding her, so I’d better be off. More later, unless the gloworm has a nervous breakdown.

Out of Office

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Lucy and I are packed up and heading out for the weekend wedding extravaganza! One of my best friends is marrying one of Trent’s good friends on Saturday, so we are heading back to partake in the festivities. The festivities also include me attempting to squish my nursing boobs into a snug bridesmaid dress. Hopefully it won’t look pornographic. Anyway, off we go! We’ll be back to write more on Sunday.

Mara’s Corner (because she needs her own site)

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This new addition to crazybananas dot com is just for Mara so she’ll stop leaving three-page comments that have nothing to do with the post they are linked to, like she did here and here and here.

Update…Scott is talking to me, so the situation has only been slightly damaged. I can’t decide if it is worse to have a good friend not talking to me or to have my ex not talking to me, because it seems that I can’t be okay with both brothers at the same time. Jealousy is a funny thing. I went home with the intention of having some drama happen to make my life seem a little better, but avoided a situation that would have been the most uncomfortably awesome situation in the whole world in order to make it an even night. All I know is that someone needs to invent a breathalyzer for cell phones, it would make my life a lot easier, I have fixed the situation a little by deciding not to have numbers in my phone book that could eventually have severe consequences on my social life if called while too drunk. Problem number one however is that I am a human phone book and numbers, especially ones that I used to dial multiple times on a daily basis are stuck in the old brain. SOOOO…we will see how this experiment goes the next time I decide to go home and want to hang out with Scott. ANYWAYS…off to work.

“It’s great to be in Kaaansas”

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Last night was the culmination of my birthday extravaganza. Except, of course, for this weekend when I will go out my girls and get wasted in celebration of being an old fart. Last night Trent took me to see Coldplay in concert. It was fantastic! One of the best stage shows I’ve seen in years, and extremely exciting considering what a chill band Coldplay is. It always makes me feel like less of a hick when bands that are not only zillionaires, but creative and foreign, make it to Kansas. Even when they really aren’t sure where they are and sing improv lyrics about their confusion. I really don’t expect much, which makes me easy to please.

Now I am tired and crabby, but at least I had a great birthday. Thanks to everyone who made it special. Even my drug-addicted younger brother, who can barely remember his own phone number, called AND said happy 23rd! He actually knew how old I was! Incredible.

I think this is going to be a good year. And if not, I’ve already mentioned my pension for low expectations…

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