I did most everything yesterday with the aid of an old friend, my glasses.

I got the fun diagnosis from the optometrist on Friday that I need to wear my glasses primarily for the next three months since I am guilty of overusing my contacts even more than I am overguilty of using my liquid eyeliner and “That’s What She Said” jokes.  Can you blame me though?

Like a man in a mid-life crisis,  I’ve got a new friend coming in about a week that is supposed to be thinner and more attractive (hard to believe, right?):

But until then, don’t be surprised if you see less and less pictures of me, even though my super powered specs give me the ability to see through walls.  Anyone need an x-ray?

Vanity aside, wearing glasses make me feel a lot like Kareem Abdul Jabar as I’m going through my daily activities.

The first activity was a new friend, the Exercise TV workout called “Rock Hard Body–Total Body” led by Marco Reed, and it was BRUTAL.  Weighted jumping jacks?  Jumprope with dumbbells?  Burpees?  Can I get an epidural?  The glasses stayed put, though, crushing any dreams I had that they would fly off my face and shatter, giving me no choice but to wear my contacts or wander around like a female Mr. Magoo.

After scraping myself off the floor like a chewed up and spat out wad of gum, I sat down to an old friend for breakfast, a green smoothie in a bowl.

  • 3 c. spinach
  • 1/2 scoop vanilla protein powder
  • frozen peaches
  • frozen pineapple
  • ice
  • stevia

Then we headed out so the girls could visit an old friend.

For some of us, it had been far too long since we’d seen our old friends,

and for some of us, it had undoubtedly not been long enough.

That last picture reminds me of every high school dance I went to (have you seen my glasses?!?).

We pried Gigi off her horse, consoled a shook up Lulu and stopped to break bread with an old friend on the way home.

We returned home and Pea Daddy left to spend the evening with some guy friends, while I prepared to host an old friend.

It’s hard to believe I’ve known Susan for over ten years.

We’ve been through a lot together, and I am so glad to still have her in my life.

Sus and I have a tradition of sharing hummus and wine with our girl talk, so tonight was no different.

You may notice our old friend the baby monitor in the background.  Perhaps it was nightmares of carousel horses, or maybe she just wondered why Harry Carey in drag was babysitting and what he did with her mother, but Lulu wasn’t going down without a fight.

I did introduce a new friend to the spread, though.

Lemon Rosemary Roasted Chickpeas

  • juice of one lemon
  • 1 T. olive oil
  • 1 t. dried rosemary, chopped
  • salt and pepper to taste
  • 1 can of chickpeas, drained and rinsed

Combine marinade ingredients in a medium bowl.

Add chickpeas and marinate for at least an hour.

Preheat oven to 375. Spread chickpeas on baking sheet and bake for 25-30 minutes, tossing several times during roasting.

These were amazing!  Even Pea Daddy ate a handful and raved when he came home to find Tina Fey hanging out in his living room (I become dramatically more attractive after a glass or two of wine, you see).

It was a fantastic night.   You know you’ve got a good friend if she’ll look at you straight in the eyes and see you for who you really are, even if it’s through three inches of glass.

And um, you should probably get that upper right molar checked…I can see that you might have a cavity.