Dangerous

We just returned from a jaunt on the T to see a friend and her baby at a hospital downtown. Their view was that of a 4 star hotel overlooking the Charles River, the sun spitting its rays off of each cresting wave, the sailboats slowly carving out their path through the water. YOU COULD HAVE OVERDOSED ON SUCH BEAUTY.

It was sunny as we walked back to the T and the air smelled like cotton candy and grade school field trips and I had an iced coffee in hand and--I WAS SURGING. It was altogether too dangerous. This has been The Worst Summer ever in Boston in terms of weather. Even worse than my first summer here when I was living in a 2nd floor oven and Loverpants and I fought every day over how I cut the lettuce in his salad. June 2009 was one big wash! Today is the first day I have seen sun in ever so long (we were out of town this past weekend when the sun reportedly graced the Hub). Seeing the sun today was like seeing a lover after a long hiatus. I wanted to mash my face into the sun, cover it with kisses, and smell that area right where his hair meets his neck. But I hear that kind of contact with the big old orb is not recommended.

I may cancel my appointment at the gym today. I think I am going to go hug the mailman and give away everything I own and sidewalk chalk I LOVE YOU, WORLD on my front stoop.

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Ten for Tuesday

1.) My sister TP visited for a long weekend.2.) She brought us "Follow That Bird" on DVD. 3.) I have cried three times already listening to "One Little Star" on "Follow That Bird." 4.) We took a trip to the Berkshires, for my Uncle Chip's wedding reception, after he wed his lady partner of 23 years. 5.) A reception under a tent in a big back yard with your dad and all of his croneys mock-Irish step-dancing? 6.) That is a lot of fun. 7.) Baby Girl was sick for the early part of the weekend, though. 8.) Once her fever broke, she just had diarrhea. 9.) She so finds the sensation of sitting in diarrhea diaper upsetting that she points to her diaper and says, "Open it!" 10.) I am trying not to end this list with talk of poop, so let me just wish you all a super happy Independence Day if you are a Yankee Doodle Dandy!

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It's our doll, Liberty Bell!

Here gathered are my stepmama, moi, and TP, making fun of my sister who always bends over in group pictures. Hi TP. <3 YOU.

Here we are with the old man...

Dis...

I am still 15 lbs. heavier than I want to be, even though my eating has been near immaculate, my exercise near Olympian. I accept what my body has done and what it can do. I just hate to see that whatsherface has yet to reclaim her derriere and replace my proportional one back where it belongs.

I don't have the energy to truly focus on a diet that will guarantee a slimmer Kendra by summer's end.

I don't have the bandwidth here to capacitate a more formal, abysmally boring discussion of diets in general.

What I do have is this:

Today I pointed to this picture that is in our hallway. Lovey Loverpants looks like a bouncer for a Mafia bar (but dead handsome, no?) and I look half-baked (my allergies were horrible that week!).

Who's that? I asked.

Baby Girl points to Loverpants, "Dis dis Daddy."

Baby Girl points to Mama, "Dis dis Mama Mine," and pulls her greedy hands to her chest on "mine."

I could die fat, but I would die happy.