My Hips Don't Lie....
Of course, being physically resilient--if unusually good at hurting myself--it barely hurts tonight, and I walked down to the pool and splashed around in the shallow end with Bobby. I really wanted to swim but figured it best not to push it. Dive training is only twenty days away! *squee*
This weekend, I made a sort of a pledge to take it easy. Well, as easy as it gets for me. On Friday, Bobby and I tried a new Mexican restaurant and went to the movies. On Saturday, I met my adopted sister and online/offline friend Tammy (1lady_so_divine) for lunch. We've known each other for two years now, since both of our husbands were once seriously into tabletop battle games. Most of you know that I am a painter, and Tammy was also a casual gamer/painter. It was a natural defense that we stuck together, often the only two women in a store of twenty males of dismally low maturity. She was just pregnant with her daughter when we met and her son Jesse--who will forevermore be my example for wee!Finarfin--was about fifteen months old. Since she needed her driver's license, I helped her with that, and we've been friends ever since.
We used to live about forty minutes apart, then I moved thirty minutes south, and she moved thirty minutes north, and so we don't see each other too much anymore. Our husbands aren't into gaming like they once were, and I have no reason to paint in the store when I have my daylight lamp and supplies right at home. So Saturday was a treat. We always meet at Panera Bread; she brought her laptop and showed me pictures of the little ones painting. Jesse is three now, and I teased her that starting so early in painting, he is going to win the Golden Demon competition when he's still so young that the sword that is given for first prize will be taller than he is!
We walked down to the Games Workshop and knew not a single person in there, weird since we used to know everyone. And we drove to the candy supply store, since I will be teaching her my Nelyo's secrets so that she can go into business for herself after her next little one is born. Most of you know that I am not a "kid person," but Jesse and Chelsea are precious and beyond well-behaved. It's always a joy to see them, though they make me feel old since every time I see them, they have grown so much and are speaking more and *that* much closer to being little adults.
Sunday was a family thing; my dad likes to make Thanksgiving dinner one day every summer, and that was this weekend. The inlaws were there and Bobby and me, of course. We had a good time. It was relaxing, and so finally, that harried "OMG I NEED MORE TIME!" feeling was finally gone.
Today, I limped my way into Arundel Mills Mall on my lunchbreak to buy some white, black, and three shade of brown paint at Games Workshop for the Meryth and Talban models that I am making for Jenni. May I say that entering a GW--even after being involved with the hobby in some sense for more than two years now--is still scary. It's best to enter with a male; then, I'll be left alone since GW is one of those places where it is assumed that women are just there as tagalongs. We used to joke that one could not enter a GW without being accosted by an overzealous nerd with a vein popping from too high of excitement-induced blood pressure, shouting, "Hey, buddy! Do you play? What army? WFB, 40K, LotR?!?!" Indeed, some scary people are employed there, but the guy who helped me was quite nice, though he did feel the need to explain the paints to me even after I told him that I've been painting for years. But then, not many females enter those stores, so I really can't blame him.
Now, it's off to bed and hoping that I don't hurt my stupid hip sleeping again, like I did last night, because I'd really like to be able to walk without wanting to throw up from the pain tomorrow morning. Is that too much to ask?