Just another manic Monday

4:15 am surely comes quickly each morning, just in case you were wondering.

This past weekend was great fun, in spite of my cold. Friday night, the incredible Jami arrived, and not long after, we all went to bed. Saturday morning, at 6am, a friend of ours dropped off her kiddo (who is 4 and helarious) while she went to work - ahh, the joys of a nurse's schedule. Kiddo and I watched "Night at the Museum," danced a dance of jubilee when Andy made us all pancakes, then proceeded to watch "Chicken Run."

Following two movies and pancakes, I demanded we all go for a walk. We got quite a few sideways glances on our little jaunt too, which was funny. You see, kiddo's dad is black, mom is white, and he's a beautiful mix, and there there was me, Andy, and Jami. So, a grown man, wearing his wedding ring, walking with two white women, I wasn't wearing my ring, and a multi-ethnic kid in a stroller. The looks we got, it was obvious that people were trying to figure that one out. Hilarious! When we got back, we watched yet another movie, though I did claim that all these movies were turning our brains into vegetables. But, it was "Chicken Little," which made us all smile and had kiddo on his feet dancing. Another friend came to get kiddo to take him swimming, and so ended the babysitting.

After seeing kiddo off, Jami, Andy, and I headed to The Listening Cafe for some excellent sub sandwiches and a fun little atmosphere. No live music was going on, but it was still an enjoyable lunch. Three stools were set up in the middle of the floor with mic stands so Jami and I plopped down and said, "Come on Andy, we'll form a trio, and we need you since you are the only one with any musical talents!" His response? "The trio died before it even started, come on." Humph!

After lunch, we drove around the area showing Jami some incredible neighborhoods we like, and that I wouldn't mind living in. Cheap entertainment really, but that is the joy of being with folks who allow you to simply be, no action is required. Upon returning home, we chose to order a pizza for dinner and watch a movie. Netflix sent us The Machinist, and I must say, it was quite intriguing. It was a bit disturbing, though the plot was not half as disturbing as Christian Bale's 120 pound frame was. However, the climax and resolution were great, so it was worth it. Plus, none of us "figured it out" along the way, which made it even better.

Sunday involved church, where we heard an awesome message on materialism (WOW), lunch, a quick trip to Costco, then home. The house next door to us is now for rent, so throughout the weekend, I let Jami know I wouldn't mind her moving in there. I even told her it would be a much shorter drive if she was right next door, which had us both laughing. But really, I would love to have her so close. I also told my friend Cre she could move in, and they would have a blast as roommates, then I would have two close friends right next door. Now that would rock my world.

Jami and I also got into a great discussion Saturday night covering an array of topics, and I do love being able to talk on an intimate level with her because I value and can count on her honesty. All in all, it was a good weekend, a time to relax and just be, which is a nice change of pace.