So, I just have to dedicate this blog entry to my good friend Courtney.
She managed to do what few people have been able to do in recent weeks: she made me feel like a human being again. I spent the afternoon at her house and I don't think I've laughed that much since...well, July.
I'd like to think of us as modern day Betty and Francine - a more sane, smokeless version. For those of you who don't know, Betty Draper is Don Draper's stay-at-home wife/mother on 'Mad Men," the best drama on TV (thank you, Emmy voters). Betty has her hands full raising two kids (and pregnant with a third) while Don traipses around Manhattan, but her good friend Francine is ever present, sitting at Betty's kitchen table, sharing gossip. The two smoke (while pregnant), drink (while pregnant), and talk about the neighbors. I'd like to think we've learned a thing or two since 1962 (like, don't drink or smoke while pregnant), but female friendships have remained the same.
Courtney and I have a lot in common. We're not really neighbors, but grew up only 20 miles apart on the south side of Chicago. We didn't meet until Las Vegas, but our husbands work together and share a secretary. And they share a lot of information, too. I called Brian to tell him I was headed over to Courtney's, to which he replied, "I know. I just talked to Jason [Courtney's husband.]"
My mom is a teacher and named Karen. Courtney's mom is a teacher named Caryn. We were born two weeks apart and are both Virgos. And, interestingly (and sadly enough), baby Scotty was born on the same day Courtney's dad passed away. We' like to think they passed each other on their way in/out of this world and maybe high-fived.
So today, we watched as Courtney's toddler son played with his toys. She is almost 33 weeks pregnant with whom we both believe is Scotty's future wife, baby Samantha. We talked about pregnancy, pediatricians, baby slings, and pork chops. She brought over this great chicken dish after Scotty was released from the hospital, and I'm planning to make my mom's tamale pie for her family when little Samantha joins them (sorry to ruin the surprise, Court, if you are reading this). I drank a decaf pumpkin latte while she sipped water. We watched 'Dora the Explorer' and read a few children's books. All in all, a great afternoon.
I'm not sure who is Betty and who is Francine, but I'm fairly confident that everyone needs a Betty/Francine relationship in their life. After all, this motherhood stuff is tough, and would simply be that much harder without the support of good friends.
She managed to do what few people have been able to do in recent weeks: she made me feel like a human being again. I spent the afternoon at her house and I don't think I've laughed that much since...well, July.
I'd like to think of us as modern day Betty and Francine - a more sane, smokeless version. For those of you who don't know, Betty Draper is Don Draper's stay-at-home wife/mother on 'Mad Men," the best drama on TV (thank you, Emmy voters). Betty has her hands full raising two kids (and pregnant with a third) while Don traipses around Manhattan, but her good friend Francine is ever present, sitting at Betty's kitchen table, sharing gossip. The two smoke (while pregnant), drink (while pregnant), and talk about the neighbors. I'd like to think we've learned a thing or two since 1962 (like, don't drink or smoke while pregnant), but female friendships have remained the same.
Courtney and I have a lot in common. We're not really neighbors, but grew up only 20 miles apart on the south side of Chicago. We didn't meet until Las Vegas, but our husbands work together and share a secretary. And they share a lot of information, too. I called Brian to tell him I was headed over to Courtney's, to which he replied, "I know. I just talked to Jason [Courtney's husband.]"
My mom is a teacher and named Karen. Courtney's mom is a teacher named Caryn. We were born two weeks apart and are both Virgos. And, interestingly (and sadly enough), baby Scotty was born on the same day Courtney's dad passed away. We' like to think they passed each other on their way in/out of this world and maybe high-fived.
So today, we watched as Courtney's toddler son played with his toys. She is almost 33 weeks pregnant with whom we both believe is Scotty's future wife, baby Samantha. We talked about pregnancy, pediatricians, baby slings, and pork chops. She brought over this great chicken dish after Scotty was released from the hospital, and I'm planning to make my mom's tamale pie for her family when little Samantha joins them (sorry to ruin the surprise, Court, if you are reading this). I drank a decaf pumpkin latte while she sipped water. We watched 'Dora the Explorer' and read a few children's books. All in all, a great afternoon.
I'm not sure who is Betty and who is Francine, but I'm fairly confident that everyone needs a Betty/Francine relationship in their life. After all, this motherhood stuff is tough, and would simply be that much harder without the support of good friends.
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