There was so much I enjoyed about her blog and the lady herself. I loved the fun things she had planned for her kids, things like Widney Wednesday. A day that looked like so much fun I wished I could go myself, but the commute to Chicago would be a killer. Then the Widney Woman came to Canada. Not only to Canada, but to my hometown. And extended to my family a Widney Wednesday invitation. I was thrilled. And flattered. And nervous. Remember I'm the shy and socially awkward one. The idea of actually attending Widney Wednesday was as terrifying as it was exciting. I waffled back and forth on whether or not I would actually be able to go. Talking myself into it, only to talk myself back out of it again.
In the end I went, after a pep talk from both Mike and Auntie Yoli (ack! what am I going to do without her?). Oh and the promise of Michael to come along and be my "wingman". And not just because Simone had promised me a surprise. Jiffy corn muffin mix y'all! She knows me so well! What can I tell you? I am so glad I went for my first official blogger meet up! The kids, (yep the girls went too, Widney Wednesday is a family affair) made construction paper popsicles before chasing each other around the house and then wrapped it up with a little make your own sundae bar. I did manage to snap a few pictures before the white screen of death showed up on my camera. It seems to be working "okay" now, but totally crapped out on me when I needed it. Here's is the one sort of okay picture I got that shows, Abby, Normie's girls and Jazz. Paris and Maya were busy still making their sundaes while the bigger kids were eating theirs. Hopefully the other ladies got better pictures that they will be posting soon.
And Simone? Well she was terrific. Exactly as I imagined she would be from reading her blog. Her kids are absolutely adorable. Abby was thrilled at the idea of meeting new friends and wasn't yet ready to leave when the time came. I'm sorry we didn't get more time to visit. So your next visit to Canada Simone, please know you have a standing invitation to the Ranch. Which really isn't a ranch, we just like to live with delusions of grandeur.