No Woman No Cry

For the 4,643rd time in my life, I just spilled milk on the counter. I did not cry, but I can totally see why someone might cry. If you were having a really bad morning and you just wanted some milky, delicious coffee and you spilled milk everywhere, that would be terrible. It goes mysterious places, it's hard to see on a white countertop, it's sticky and it smells bad when it dries. Like water on old carpet. When I have kids I will absolutely cry when they spill milk in the cracks of the couch cushions or on my laptop keyboard. But if they spill it in the RV I might actually smile instead of cry because that means we HAVE to get new carpet.

I know this is NOT how one should blog. You start a blog, you get excited, you make two posts, you don't post for over a week then you post about milk. This is not how it should be done, but this is how it IS done. By me. So. There.

Thank you notes should also not be sent on July 31, exactly 364 days after the wedding, but that is also how we do it. Just under the wire and with excellence.

"Who said being awesome is easy?"
Meliss proclaimed this last night after I woe-is-meed about the thank yous. Amen, BFF. This shall be our new motto. It fits nicely with Tammy's (and Victoria Beckham's) motto, "It's exhausting being fabulous."

Our Newest Addition!

Ha ha, gotcha Mom!

Not a bundle of joy, just a bundle of...a big beige box of...a tenement on wheels? Our first home.

Ta da, here he is! In the grand tradition of Joel and Lindsay naming inanimate objects, especially vehicles, presenting:

Reginald von Campersand Bandersnatch,

aka RV.

Specs: 1989 Coachmen Catalina (makes me nuts -- why MEN? Shouldn't the brand name be Coachman? I don't get it) with a Ford somethin-somethin engine chassis somethin. Pretty sweet interior with salmon carpet that should NOT accidentally get soaked with the icy contents of an 80-quart capacity cooler. Imagine if you never washed your middle school home ec pillow and then someone spilled beer water on it and then you had to line your floor with it and many other dirty, smelly pillows and then you closed it into a little house.

BUT, this guy can haul ass on hills and has THREE BEDS. That is WAY more beds than in our apartment. Pat and Alicia, you and the boys still want to visit, right? Right? No?


Joel's solution to the carpet problem. Now, does this seem like more of a solution, or yet another problem? This container may also have been manufactured in '89.

More RV pics to come. A special thanks to Tammy, Fred, Fred IV, and Liz for their time and expertise in the de-gunkifying and tinkering departments. Soon all will be able to experience the aquarium-themed bathroom facilities and special "chandelier." RV is currently at the spa in Manassas Park but will be home for our weekend jaunt to Vermont and next week's anniversary/family reunion roadtrip to the Finger Lakes.

Rubber side DEFINITELY down!

Learn Something New Every Day

There are moonbows!

Thank you, Rosalynn and Nell, (who plan to check out this regularly-occuring lunar rainbow in Cumberland Falls, KY), for teaching us something new. Has anyone else seen a moonbow?

Damn, I always sound like such a teacher. Raise your hand if you've seen one.

Joel and Barb witnessed this arc, an upside-down rainbow, upon exiting the St. George's Church in Salt, Jordan, the site of a 2009 miracle -- a footprint appearing in the church floor after the locals heard a horse.

If witnessing a rainbow is a reminder everything is going to work out, what might catching a moonbow signify? What about seeing an unusual phenomenon at the site of another? (Symbolism, class. On the SOL.)

Today was a moody one, but in a world of night rainbows, upside-down skies and mysterious footprints, what a waste of time to moon about. (I'm so punny.) This reminder was delivered, just when I needed it, to our Arlington apartment doorstep today after an afternoon thunderstorm. Special delivery by one Mr. ROY G. BIV.