Gone and Back Again

I know, I know, it already seems like I am slacking in my blogging duties, but I promise I have a good excuse. For the past twelve days, I have been vacationing back home. Not only did I get to imbibe lots of strong and sometimes amusing liquor (e.g., the F.U. Manchu served in a cup shaped like a man's head) and go fishing, but I also got to visit with my parents and some of my college buddies.

For the first part of my vacation, I went with my husband, a.k.a. the Soused Spouse after this past weekend, to a wedding along a beautiful, scenic lake. Since my husband was one of the groomsmen, he took it upon himself to make sure the groom had one last night of drunken debauchery. He definitely succeeded since the poor groom had a terrible hang-over the next day and could not even eat food or drink champagne at the rehearsal dinner. Everything worked out fine the day of the wedding, however, and the rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful.

I also got to spend some time with my parents, which was probably the most relaxing part of my trip. After eating too much cake and other goodies from the wedding, I felt I should try and do some running. Normally physical activity and myself do not go hand in hand, but I had great scenery, and it made me feel fabulous depsite the sweat and soreness. Plus, I lost two pounds, which I was really excited about (although my excitement over this was crushed when my firefighter friend told me my weight probably fluctuates that much everyday). It was great to see my parents again even if it only serves to remind me how much I miss being within driving distance of them. We also watched a really funny film called Little Miss Sunshine. Watch it! I haven't laughed that hard at a movie in a long time.

Finally, at the end of this jam packed vacation, I visited some of my old college buddies. It was great to see them all again, and I am constantly amazed at how together their lives are. It's not that I ever doubted their abilities, it's just that I can't believe they are all doing such grown up things, and I am constantly in awe of it. I miss them lots already!

Now I am home again, and I still haven't unpacked. Maybe I should just go on vacation again.

The Shoe Nazi

Almost every other day, I have to visit another building to drop off stuff for work. Everytime I do, I walk past the receptionist, who is always without fail on the phone talking to friend/relative/other shoe nazi. Anyway, I have to walk on a hard tile floor with my shoes, which are usually my favorite pair with little kitten heels, that invariable clack, clack, clack across the floor. A couple of days ago, I thought I heard her say to her friend/relative/shoe nazi, "She always walks by making so much racket. I swear she is doing it deliberately." Was she talking about me? I figured I must just be hearing things and reminded myself that the world does not revolve around me. Today, however, I walked by again and heard her say,"It's that annoying girl again, clacking her heels across the floor. She is so annoying!" Like I wasn't 5 feet away and hearing every word! Trust me, there are plenty of other women with heels walking that lobby, and I am the only one doing it deliberately? I think next time I am going to have to confront her (a very scary thing for a passive agressive person such as myself), because I refuse to apologize for my shoes!

After seeing Doctor Pistachio's awesome blog, I was inspired to start my own. Since I am terrible at keeping in touch with people via phone, I thought setting up my own blog might be a great way to let people who are interested (mainly my parents) learn more about my everyday happenings. We'll see how long I stay faithful to this endeavor.