Appetizer dinners. Yum
End of Sex in the City. Boo
Baby Ry still snuffling and snorkeling. Ahhhhh
Good friends to share it all with. Priceless



I know the mastercard device is used to death, but it just works.....

Last night was an impromptu farewell party to SITC. How rockin' is TiVO and Direct TV that we were able to call Piia and Greg, they drive from SL, I unearth the dining table from the masses of newspaper it was buried under, Bobby grocery shops, P throws assorted appetizers into the oven and Paulie whip up a 7 layer dip all within an hour so that we could all sit down and watch a TiVO'd episode of the East Coast Direct TV feed at 5:45 pm.

We watch both pre-shows, the final Sex episode, the SNL where Christina Aguilera plays Samantha, got Piia pretty buzzed, wiped down Ryan's little nose at least half dozen times all before 8:30. With drink breaks and a refill of Soy Chorizo taquitos. Yeuuuuummmmm.

Now that is good times.

My opinion on the episode?? Pretty formulaic and expected, nothing really outstanding. It seemed a bit rushed and closer to network tv sitcom plots than SITC writing, but then again what do you want. I'm just a sadling that it's over. The big payoff for me? Big's name is John. Cute, very cute ..... Better episode shared with friends than watched alone.

Piia and I agree that it's better that Carrie and Big don't end up necessarily living happily together, with a picket fence and 2.5 children. Cuz let's face it, that would be too much of a fairy tale and anyone whose in a relationship knows that's a farce. Relationships are messy, and weird and you gotta work at them and make compromises (like living on opposite coasts) everyday. But when you and your SO are willing to work it out, it's a great place to be.

Hey Bob, I love ya.

Happy Monday

Today is my best friend in the world's birthday.
Happy birthday Renee!
We laughed and cringed over her birthday gift and reminisced about how long we've been friends now, 16 years!

I can't believe how much time has passed, and how we haven't changed in some aspects and have so much in other ways. Just sitting on the couch, her with new hubby (the nudely wed Luis) and me with hubby and bebe (the oft mentioned Mr. Ryan) highlights the major changes in our lives. But thinking about our young teen-age selves was a fun walk down memory lane.

Speaking of lanes, and driving (no, don't ask me about my commute) and parking ...(bad transition to new subject)

One of the big issues around the new company is parking. It's alot of street parking, usually up a very steep hill with tiny parking lots in front of the buildings (think strip mall parking) On my third day here, a memo got put out that they are going to build a parking structure near my building. Well, the next day the bulldozers were out and they razed an entire building in practically less than the time it took me to check my email and get some breakfast.

Now you see it, now you don't.

And change, the final frontier. So, I've overcome the psychological hump of working in a non-Outlook world. I can set up a meeting and send email in a basic fashion. The process is this: Think of the way you want to do it, then do it backwards. Okay, it works great once you get over the idea of the "right" way to do things.

Now if those two stories aren't analogies to so many aspects of life in general well .......

FYI - my poor kiddly has a cold. His papa has had to deal with the bulk of it, I've only had minor sightings of the mass of mocosos running outta the kid's nose. Baby Ry is still in good spirits, laughy and chatty, he only gets real snorkly late at night and while he eats. Oh well, it was bound to happen.

Remember to wash your hands. Only you can prevent virus-spreading.

My husband,my hero...

After a little breakfast with baby Ava (orange-velour clad and adorable) and parents, and a quick trip to Costco (note to self, never again on a holiday!) the family Armijo, Jr. make their way home.

I see a little girl with moppet-like curls (Veronica, as a wee lass) running madly down our street chasing a cocker spaniel-ish dog. After watching to make sure she's not just playing with the dog,though why would you in this drizzly weather, Bobby runs out with a rope to help the gal corral her wayward doggie.

Needless to say, for his good samaritan effort, my hero got chomped on the face. Yes,that little dog jumped up and bit Bobby twice on the face,one under his eye and one in between his cheek and Romanesque nose. Luckily he saw that the dog was licensed and tagged by the city, ensuring that his shots were current. Well,we hope. Bobby seemed ok with being bitten, it was about an hour later when he looked up at me and said, hey I got bit by a dog today. Some reward for helping a little girl and her pup. Like they say, no good deed goes unpunished...

I can't believe it's been a month since I've blogged, 4 1/2 months since Ryan's been born, and 8 years that Bobby and I have been married, not to mention 14 years together total!

Amazing, simply amazing.

This man, this man, I love this man. We have had many wonderful, diamond-is-forever-commercial-type moments over the years including but not limited to: Bobby's first trip ever to Disneyland when we were 18 (my first attempt at surprise trips on his birthdays) ... driving 120 mph on the San Mateo Bridge after Junior Prom ... the year that we road-tripped to SoCal 7 times in one year ... standing in front of the David sculpture in Florence ... when we bought our first car together ... walking along the Seine in the middle of the night, and you know, that little blessed event - the birth of our son....

This little boy isn't so little anymore! At 16 lbs, 25 inches long, we were stopped during our weekend getaway to LA (where else) recently and asked how old Ryan was. The mommy who asked us was shocked, as her 8 month old daughter had the exactly same stats. Growing and changing everyday! He's a joy with plenty of fun "firsts" lately: first time sleeping in his crib in his own room, first time he found his fist, his thumb,his ear and unfortunately his hair...

Baby Ry has been going thru what I'm terming "baby pattern baldness" His Grandma Debbie assures me that Bobby had the same thing, but the Lising's (myself included) are a little wary. My parents swear that none of us kids lost a strand, let alone fist fulls, like the kiddie. And it doesn't help that he loves to put his hand to his head and tug....But, if that's all we have to worry about, we are blessed indeed!

Talking about continued blessings, I have a new job. It's amazing, and exactly what I want to do. Though very unexpected, everything seemed to fall into place as only God can make it. It was tough to leave the comfortability of good friends and a great company, but when things work out the way they did, you just have to trust and make the change.

Non-stop action, the Armijo's are on the go....

Now if I could just get my socks laundered,life would be perfect. But I'd have to find them first.