Down with Rolaids, up with Tums! The Rolaids I took this morning (thankfully, the last 2 I had) never did kick in. But the Tums I got in the Skyway… 10 minutes and they knocked that heartburn back. (It’s still lingering, but give it a few more minutes.) Tums taste worse, in my opinion, but… who cares.
I woke up this morning with heartburn. How does that happen? We ate ice cream at 8 or 9 last night, but I didn’t have any snacks after that…. Wednesday night I had a bowl of ravioli with red pepper flakes (leftover from at 11:30 and I was fine (if anything should give me heartburn, shouldn’t it be that?). And now I’m relegated to avoiding Starbucks all day, since dairy and caffeine and coffee (with or without caf) are all on the “no” list, and since the Rolaids have not yet relieved my pain, I’d rather not aggravate it. , you’re the only one I know who used to frequently suffer from this – any suggestions? This is unpleasant, and could make me grumpy if it doesn’t go away by lunchtime.
Well, after spending the last hour re-tracing my steps and making alternate arrangements for my ID badge and bus pass that went missing, and finally accepting that I was just going to have to wait for someone to return it… that’s what’s happened. They apparently decided they wanted to work in one of our field offices, and defected from my belt clip right outside the office across the street (yes, we have a field office kitty-corner from our Administrative offices, and yes, I walk by it everyday, and no, I don’t know anyone who works there except over email, and no, I don’t think that’s odd). So someone picked it up, brought it in to them, they called me, and I’m back in business. I literally had the temp bus pass for five minutes. But I am relieved, especially since my bus pass picture is hideous, and I didn’t like the idea of that floating around.
So yay! I sent a thank-you email and everything.
I completely and entirely missed the Farmer’s Market today, so I guess and I are having frozen vegetables tonight with dinner, or a strictly-iceberg-lettuce-salad, or… to the chagrin of our mothers, no veggies. Well, I do need milk, but I don’t like going grocery shopping on Thursdays, since then I tend to be gone for the whole weekend and everything that was fresh… isn’t when I return.
It is h-o-t outside! Well, relatively speaking. I wore a short-sleeved shirt today with pants, and had to put on my sweater here at work, and then when I wore it out for coffee, I was baking. Makes me not want baked chicken and rice so much tonight. But I’m hungry, so it’ll be good anyways. At least it’s not 90* out.
Sometimes, without even planning on it, my walk for coffee turns into a zen experience. I don’t know if it’s the weather, or if I’m wearing the right clothes, or if work and/or the outside world become so overwhelming that it’s the best way to cope… but it just happens. I leave my building, and my steps slow. They are still with purpose, direction, but without drive. I usually don’t have a sense of urgency about my breaks, since they’re time away from work and shouldn’t be characterized by the need to get back, but I still usually walk at my own pace, which is a bit faster than a “stroll.”
And as my steps slow, everything seems to focus inward, as if there is a steel rod running vertically through my body and everything is drawn towards it. I am completely aware of my surroundings, the noises and smells and people around me. But they don’t affect me – they just roll off of me. I am not one with the world, but one with myself. I am no longer a collection of bones and muscles and limbs and organs and thoughts and feelings, but… one.
My thoughts still, my mind and heart grow calm. I breathe a bit deeper, my shoulder muscles relax, and all the annoyances of work… just don’t seem to matter at the moment.
And then I get back to work and somebody messes it up. Or, like today, I get back into the building only to realize that at some point during my zen-ness, my ID badge (with bus pass) has completely disconnected itself from my belt clip and… is gone. Perhaps it is off to find its oneness. I wish that it were part of my oneness, but alas.
That I stole from Kazoofus, who stole it from Michelle, whose blog I’d never read before today
I know ~ that blogging is cathartic for me (therapeutic), even if most of what I say is just blabber.
I believe ~ I have not yet reached my full potential.
I fought ~ with my parents all the time when I lived with them.
I am angered ~ by many, many things (haven’t you read my 100 Pet Peeves list?).
I love ~ without regret.
I need ~ chocolate and Starbucks.
I take ~ really long showers.
I hear ~ phones ringing and cringe.
I drink ~ [alcohol] rarely, but enjoy a good margarita occasionally.
I hate ~ it when I find a hair product or lotion or makeup whatever that’s perfect, and then it gets discontinued.
I use ~ more hair products than you even want to think about.
I want ~ the necessary “stuff” of life to be easier (paying bills, cleaning house, figuring out what’s for dinner, etc).
I decided ~ when I was 11 to wait until marriage to have sex.
I like ~ microwave popcorn. A lot.
I am ~ afraid of the dark, mostly in places I don’t know all that well, and I’m not afraid to admit that.
I feel ~ all the time, and even when I think I’m hiding it well, I know I wear my emotions on my sleeve.
I left ~ lots of things behind as I’ve moved over the years, but what I most hope I’ve left in the past is pain and old hurts.
I do ~ like to spend entire weekends in my pajamas watching TV.
I hope ~ ‘s move up here will be as smooth as possible, and her living in the same state as me will be a good thing, and not the bad thing I initially thought it could be
I dream ~ very strange stuff.
I drive ~ very, very rarely, and usually with great rage.
I listen ~ to my iPod on the bus, and it keeps strange people from trying to talk to me.
I type ~ over 100 words per minute. It’s one of the reasons I currently have a job.
I think ~ obsessively about the negative things people have said to me, or the stupid things I’ve said.
I wish ~ they hadn’t sent the wrong color hammock, because I’d like to sit in it tonight.
I compensate ~ for several of my shortcomings by being honest about them, owning them, and apologizing readily when I know it’s warranted.
I regret ~ nothing. No regrets. It’s just looking back and wishing life were different today. And I’m good with today.
I care ~ deeply and passionately about things – I just can’t always articulate why.
I should ~ get some work done, instead of blogging.
I am not always ~ the organized neat-freak that people seem to think I am. If I didn’t have people coming over to my house all that often, my bedroom would be a total disaster area.
I said ~ almost nothing this morning so far.
I wonder ~ what the future holds.
I changed ~ a lot in college.
I cry ~ alone. Unless you’re very special, or you’ve really, really done something that ticks me off or upsets me. The last two times I cried in front of others were when left and when my parents got divorced.
I am ~ uniquely geeky, and not ashamed of that (usually).
I am not ~ “cool,” and will not ever be, nor do I actually aspire to fit in what that crowd.
I lose ~ ponytail holders, sunglasses, and watches.
I leave ~ the house ever morning wondering what it is I’ve forgotten.
“Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…
You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” or “how very perceptive” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
OK, excluding the turn this quote takes towards the end, I really like it. Well, the first paragraph is great, at least. I found it while looking for a new signature quote for my email. I’m pretty sure I could just chop off the end of it, leave it trailing after the “crying in the darkness” part, but then that would be taking the quote out of context and… unethical. So there it is.
But let’s be honest – that’s what love is like. At least for me. You build up walls so you won’t get hurt again. You get to the point where you think you’re immune, that regardless of what happens, you can avoid pain because you’ve got these defenses. And then someone, somehow, maybe without even them knowing it, sneaks around all of that and -bam!- you’re screwed. I don’t mean that pessimistically – it’s just that if you thought you were protected, and you realize you aren’t, it’s a bit… frightening at first. And exhilarating. And then finally comforting. There’s great… comfort and safety in being vulnerable.
I know that I thought I was safe, protected, defended against the potential injury of love. So safe, in fact, that I was worried I’d gone too far and wouldn’t be able to experience that again. Because the last time… didn’t end well, and even if it wasn’t a real relationship by the world’s standards, the feelings I had were real, and I totally cherish that experience. I grew through it, and learned about myself, and ultimately am who I am today because of it. But in the aftermath of love lost, there’s the opportunity to shut one’s self off from future pain. I readily acknowledged that he hadn’t done anything wrong, that I had knowingly put myself in that situation, and only I was to blame for any hurt I was experiencing. So logically I could protect myself from that again, and I was the only one who could, since I was in charge.
Oh, how naive we are.
And then I went years upon years of barely even meeting anyone with potential. I blabbered on about different guys here and there, mostly because they were the only thing going on, not because there was any real potential there. And a blog gets significantly less interesting without a love interest of some sort. (That’s a joke there, folks.)
When I first met , I wasn’t sure where I’d ended up. Had I boxed off feelings for so long that I wouldn’t be able to find them again? Did I even want a relationship? Where the h*ll am I in life? You know, typical 20-something crises.
We kept seeing each other, and he definitely grew on me, and time passed. I knew I felt something for him, I just… wasn’t sure of myself. I’d done this before, either fooled myself that the guy felt something, or fooled myself that I did, and I didn’t want to make that mistake again. I wanted to know it was real. And my sweet boy was ever-so-patient, and somehow knew that there was something real there, that it was worth waiting around for me to figure it out.
And somehow, in the midst of this, he completely snuck in around all my defenses. It happened early-on, too, because I remember saying to or or (or maybe all three – there was a lot of Kelly-counseling going on then) how it almost frightened me that I implicitly trusted him completely. I always felt safe, and cared for. He has always been brave enough to put himself out there first, so I could slowly learn to be vulnerable again. And he puts up with my shortcomings (“areas of growth”).
The difference between friends and significant others is this: both recognize and will admit with you what your faults are. Both completely accept you with them. But significant others… make you want to grow and improve upon yourself, work on your faults, as best you can.
And at some point, you reach the stage where you’re not sure that your life is completely your own anymore. You haven’t lost your individuality, your identity, but so much of your life – your decisions, your plans for Saturday afternoon, your frustrations and concerns, your goals and dreams – are wrapped up in this other person. And that can get frightening. It can be the point where you run, cut bait, get the h*ll out of dodge.
But if you do that, you totally miss out on the best part. Because if we run every time we get scared, or things get rough, we’re always starting over, and we’re never… evolving into future versions of ourselves. True, we might miss out on great pain and heartbreak, but we miss out on great love, that’s for sure. Movie love, storybook love, real love. Because when the director yells “cut,” and “The End” shows up on the screen, life continues, and it gets messy and rough, and that’s where life is lived. That’s where who we are is really determined. I’ve heard it said, “character is who you are when nobody is looking.” I can’t think of a good way to put that into parallel thought, but… you get my drift, right?
So sure, I can get on board with the author who says, “I hate love.” The greatest pains I have ever experienced in my life have been because of love, whether it be family or churches or friends. But I also know that those are the experiences that forged me, that have molded me and shaped me into who I am today. And though I know I have a lot of “areas of growth,” I’m OK with life as it is today, with me as I am. And heck, who wants to have “arrived” at their full potential as a human being at 28? “Areas of growth” just means that life can continue to be exciting and drama-filled and I can keep changing as I age, instead of being some stagnant fuddy-duddy adult, stuck in my ways.
But more accurate than “I hate love” is the idea behind it, that love is powerful and strong and worth grabbing onto. If more people were willing to… hang in there when the going gets rough, or see the potential in another person and wait around for them to figure things out… would there be fewer lonely people out there? I sure think so.
I don’t remember what I started out to say, whether it was “thanks” or “here’s what I’m thinking” or… something else. As terrifying as it can be, when love gets inside you, when another person can shake you to your core… that’s the stuff. It’s never wrong to love. Never.
Thus ends today’s rambling thoughts…. you may continue on in a confused matter as you were before.
- What are your favorite TV shows? If you can, also tell us the one show you absolutely HATE to miss. Let’s see, I’m a fan of… CSI (Vegas and Miami, but not NY), Cold Case, Without A Trace, Crossing Jordan, Monk, The 4400, House, Stargate SG-1, and… that’s it for shows that are currently in production. There’s a few I’d hate to miss, but 1) I’ve taught myself that real life is more important than television, and sometimes it’s OK to turn it off, and 2) with the addition of a DVR to my life, I never again have to miss something. Yay!
- Who handles the remote control in your household? Me. Because it’s my house, and… my television, and my bedroom. (That is, I don’t share my TV with my roommates, or even watch TV with my roommates.) and I trade off sometimes.
- How many remote controls are there in your house? Not counting your childrens’ appliances. There are… four related to my television, and one for my stereo. I’m not sure about roommates and what they own.
- Do you flip through the channels mindlessly, or do you stick with one or two channels? I have some favorites that I watch for, and with cable there’s no reason to flip through channels mindlessly. Lately, I haven’t even been watching much “live” TV at night, since everything is reruns, but I’ve been watching stuff I’ve recorded.
- Adam Sandler’s latest movie is “Click,” about a guy who discovers a remote control that works on life. If you could have such a device, how would you put it to use? I don’t think I’d like to have that power. As nice of an idea as it is to fast-forward through the unpleasant stuff, you could totally fast-forward through the good stuff too. And rewinding is just a bad idea. I could get sold on the idea of a pause button, though, since it would allow me to collect my thoughts, or throw a little temper tantrum.
Scroll about halfway through the list of “8 cheap places you’d want to live,” and you find Minneapolis. As someone who’s recently been despairing the idea of continuing to pay rent, pay off credit card debt, and go back to school… I was surprised to find myself living in an “affordable” place. But then look at the comparison stats and… it doesn’t seem so affordable. The home price is higher, cost of living higher, average salary the same, and future job growth is lower. OK, so unemployment is lower, there’s a positive.
I’m not insulting our fair Twin Cities, because I choose to live here and most of the time am glad I made that choice. (And, while I wasn’t planning on moving before, with the impending move of to the state, I’m not sure I’m allowed to move any time in the near future.) Mostly, I like that is here, my friends are here, and as much as I complain about it, the weather’s pretty nice. Considering that most of my life has been lived in the Midwest, I’d like to stay there, and the Twin Cities are one of the few… tolerable urban areas, as far as I’m concerned. There are a lot of nice things about the Twin Cities, but I’m not sure if I’d consider them necessarily “affordable.” But then again, I don’t make all that much money, and brought a fair quantity of debt with me to this fair state.
Oh well – read the article and see what you think for yourself. They didn’t persuade me to move to Arkansas.
I had a wonderful birthday weekend, even if I was a bit annoyed upon leaving work on Friday. and I ran around doing errands and buying groceries, which means I finally went to Target and got conditioner and light bulbs and a billion other silly little things. And we got wine. Which we then drank. And fell asleep at 10 pm, like an old married couple. Saturday morning I opened my gifts, which included a book on knitting that got me (the one I thought she did), and the DVD I asked for from and a bonus pair of earrings and necklace that are really pretty. got me, strangely enough, exactly what I thought (reference posts from last week). A wonderful Mayan hammock (that has to be exchanged because they sent the wrong color), and a pair of sandals that I’d completely forgotten I wanted (but still really did). We ended up going to the Birk store and getting them in a different size and color (because apparently my feet are even odder-sized than I thought; I had to get narrows). Here they are in all their cuteness:
Then everyone came over for brunch and we had waffles (with a truckload of strawberries and whipped cream, no complaints) and watched Narnia. and I went to Stillwater for the afternoon, browsing all the little shops (which was only slightly disappointing because I usually love to go into the antique stores, but they were all set up with such a vast quantity of stuff everywhere that it was too overwhelming to think about shopping or even walking into them). We watched the lift bridge go up and down for the boats, found some cracked black pepper (that I’d been looking for), tried to buy more wine but were uninspired, and then walked up this huge flight of steps that still have me hurting. (But there was a pretty view overlooking the river at the top, and a house for sale that was surprisingly cheaper than we thought.) We left Stillwater just in time, because it started raining right as we drove out of town. It took a billion years to get to dinner – we were thwarted at every turn, trying to avoid construction and accidents. It was a good thing I wasn’t driving – there would have been some serious road rage. called, and then while we were waiting for our food to arrive called. Note to self: I was born at 5:56 pm. I always forget that tries to call me around that time, so I had been feeling a bit neglected by my family until that point. The good news is that has a new job. Since the beginning of June he’s been working for a landscaping company as management (which explains the larger-than-expected birthday check), and he only has to work M-F 7-4, which is so much better than when he worked at Menards (and now I don’t have to feel so bad about hating their commercials or occasionally shopping at Ace because they have better service). And ‘s latest test results came back “stable,” which is all that can be hoped for. Back at ‘s, after going for a walk to shake off some of dinner (steak and potatoes sit a bit heavy and make me want to just veg on the couch) and playing some air hockey, we had my birthday favorite, angel food cake, with strawberries and chocolate syrup (Kahlua chocolate syrup, to be specific). Yum! Sunday afternoon, after a bunch more running around to exchange the DVD for widescreen (silly ), get a wireless card for my computer, and swim trunks and sandals for , we met up with at ‘s for another birthday celebration. We exchanged gifts (camping stuff and a gift certificate to the yarn store for me, home improvement stuff for ), changed into our swimsuits, and hung out by the pool eating ice cream. I’m happy to say that I didn’t get sunburnt at all. After all that fun, we went out to eat in uptown, where we had some wonderful tasting food that gave me horrible heartburn for hours afterwards. Maybe 28 is the magic age where you can no longer truly enjoy food that you like.
Me, A, and L
And then was nice enough to install the wireless card in my computer. I repaid him with recorded Star Trek episodes (because he wasn’t accepting “kisses” as a form of payment). Super-tired this morning because of the sun yesterday (not because of the margarita), but it’s getting better. And I’ve found some work to keep me busy for at least another half hour. This afternoon might be rough.
Currently listening to: “Thank GOD we broke up” playlist, because I wanted to hear Kelly Clarkson
Peeve of the moment: co-workers, what else?
What I’m wondering: if I freeze one ice cube at 0* F and another at -100* F, will I have one ice cube that’s warmer than the other, or will they both be the same temperature?
- Newspaper :: Badge
- Crucify :: him
- Sausage :: Patty
- Handy :: Dandy
- Cloak :: en___ed
- Drunk :: -en
- Fuel :: efficient
- Caress :: as a lover
- Itch :: Scratch
- Vehicle :: homicide
Let’s get caught up, shall we? Tuesday night we went to a parade in Northeast. It was actually pretty cool for a local/neighborhood parade, and really long. I mean… unbelievably long. That would be my only complaint (other than kids running amok in the street and people crossing the street between floats). It may have been longer than the the Thanksgiving Parade I saw in Detroit with floats and Santa and the Rockettes and Frankie Muniz and… some teeny-bopper singer. Then we got some food… and I got gyros (mine was from this sweet old man in a questionable trailer but he was so sweet I could totally get over that), and had cheese curds (“best ever,” according to her). Went back to ‘s and discovered her apartment in a state of disarray I didn’t know she was capable of. But that’s what happens when you’re packing to move, right?
What else have I been doing? Um, work has been incredibly boring. I’ve been wavering between suffering over nothing to do, and suffering through Access projects. Both have been boring. I’m almost done spray-painting for a while… the next project will involve actually taking the drawers out of my dresser, and that’s a big commitment (though hopefully good motivation to get it done quickly). came over and gave me her deposit and application, and was nearly bouncing with joy as she left. She’s excited to move in, which is good, good, good.
That was Tuesday, and the same night came home (for the first time since early Friday, but it will become apparent why shortly) and told me that Monday at work he got notice of being laid off. (So he went “home” to his fiancee, which is probably what I’d do, or want to do, be comforted by someone I loved…. Unfortunately, last time I was nearly laid off it wasn’t nearly that traumatic to me, and when I was fired I was pretty much alone in the world and had to get by on phone consolation, by nonetheless, since he was the only one who answered his phone, until I could drive back to Illinois for the much-needed love. Anyways….) Apparently it’s politically-based, or so he thinks, and basically his department was told to cut $XX from their budget, and since he’s only been working there two months, it’s him. He has four more months before he’s without a job though, so…. I feel bad, because he’s gone through so much change recently. From what I can gather, he moved in May only to have that situation fall through, so he moved into our place in June, and he started this job in… April or May, only to have that not go so well either. Makes ya long for steady ground, something unchanging.
Also makes me glad that, relatively speaking, my life has been on steady ground for quite some time. I’ve almost reached the two-year marker at my current house. I’ve been at my job for… three and a half years, in Minnesota for four and a half. I’ve been friends with and for going on four years (come September-ish). and I have made it to 10 months. I know I had a post just recently about all the changes in my life, and so maybe this just seems contradictory to that. But looking over that list, I just want to say, “melodramatic, much?” Really, while some of those things were… emotionally harrowing at the time, it was only because… they were all that was going on. Kind of how much a papercut hurts, unless you have a broken bone, in which case you can barely feel the papercut (or I’m guessing, having never broken a bone, but I’ve complained a lot about papercuts).
is bringing over a picnic dinner and we’re going to go for a nice walk in the woods down by the river in Mendota. Some nice peace and quiet, some calm. I was really feeling the need for that earlier this week, and while I’m not feeling nearly so… frazzled as I was then, it’ll still be good and refreshing, and the closest thing to a vacation I might get until we go camping.
‘s hosting brunch on Saturday, and and are coming, and potentially some other friends. I’ll officially get older that day (though, really, we’re all older every moment that we’re alive). That afternoon our plans are to go to Stillwater – nothing concrete, other than I remember when and I drove through it looked like a fun place to window-shop for an afternoon. Antiques and… stuff you can use to clutter-up your living space (I think those are called knick-knacks). Dinner out, with the possibility of White Wine Kelly visiting…. Sunday, and I are celebrating our birthdays together, as usual. There will be pool-sitting (I’ve heard rumors that the pool is heated, so there might even be swimming) and ice cream-eating and dinner (margaritas?) and gifts exchanged. and are celebrating with us, so it should be a fun time for all.
Speaking of, just two more days until my much-anticipated gift from . While I’d love anything he gave me (it’s the thought that counts, ya know), there has been much mystery surrounding this one, and hints, and friends questioned, and… you get the idea. I haven’t gotten today’s hint, but yesterday’s hint was, It’s something that you and I talked about on our first date. OK, that’s totally not helpful. Our first date was nearly 5 hours long, and we talked about any number of things. The only one I can remember is shoes, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t get me shoes (though, technically, I suppose that would fit most, if not all, of the clues). Also, he corrected ‘s earlier correction and now I’m just confused (he said, “[they] don’t know everything about what you’re getting.” So, that could eliminate my idea of what I thought it was from the pool, but I’m not sure. We’ll just have to wait until Saturday to find out, won’t we.
And with that, maybe I’ll get back to work. Or I’ll try…. there’s not much to do (that I want to do, that is).
Miles walked since 6/1: 18.2
Currently listening to: Phones (everyone else is at lunch)
Peeve of the moment: … currently not annoyed… never mind… co-workers singing Christmas songs in June.
What I’m wondering: why the St Paul Farmer’s Market can’t be as cool as the one in Minneapolis (totally jealous)
Happy Birthday, !!! She’s officially in her mid-20′s (though, I hate to break it to ya, girl, but you’ve been there for the last year, but as someone who’s going to be in her late 20′s in three days, my perspective is different than my compatriots). I heard she doesn’t have to work – hope you enjoy your day off!
(said in the same tone of voice as Ben Affleck in “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back,” when he says, “a-ha, I wasn’t with a hooker today!“)
I have an idea of what my birthday gift from might be. He’s been giving me hints since Friday, and I really hope that tomorrow’s hint will totally invalidate my idea, since I don’t want to know beforehand. Why was I thinking about it, then? Well, I was riding the bus home and hadn’t planned appropriately, so I was without iPod and book. Tonight, and had my hint, and when put with the others, and an important clarification of one of the hints I was remembering incorrectly, and an incident that happened a week ago that, if I’m right, was a totally sneaky thing that someone did (and something I totally would have done, and in fact, is similar to things I’ve done to get the information I wanted from the receiver without them knowing)… my mind kinda put some things together. I hope tomorrow’s clue shows I’m totally off, because now that I’ve got an idea, I can’t think of any other possibilities.
And if I’m right, it’ll go to show why I don’t like surprises (primarily that I figure out what’s going on before it happens, and then I have to just play along anyways, and that’s no fun), and why, when planning a surprise for me, one must be very sneaky and actually keep it a secret. Because I’ve been known to figure these things out. I may not be observant all the time, but when someone’s keeping something hidden, I tend to sense it. Maybe it’s because I spent so many years trying to hide things from my parents. Who knows.
And no, I won’t tell you what I think it is. If I’m right, then I might just gloat about it later. And if I’m wrong, I won’t tell anyone what I thought it might be, because that just seems like a bad idea.
I’m too… bored of words to blog, so I’m posting pictures… from this weekend, from a few weeks back, and even one from our trip to Chicago that got lost in the shuffle has just been found.
A couple of weeks back, we went for a walk at the pond near Prince Charming's house, in an attempt to feed the ducks. No luck there, but there was a crane, or whatever bird this is. It wouldn't let me get too close, but that's what the 4 megapixels are for, right? Check out the zoom.
On the way back from Chicago, we drove by this oddity outside the Great Wolf Lodge in Wisconsin Dells. Turns out it's a water ride. Scary.
We arrived at the MOA on Saturday and the rotunda was packed (as usual). Upon checking it out, we found it was a Nathan's Hot Dogs eating competition... a regional one, winner going to Coney Island on July 4 for the official one. So we stayed.
More getting ready... (we waited a loooong time for them to get it all straight)
Prince Charming's cat, Snowy, asleep on the stairs. Looking cute. Because she doesn't let you take pictures of you when she's filled with hatred.
A few weeks back, Prince Charming spent a great deal of time making this flashlight out of 3 AAA batteries and a Tic Tac container (he found the directions online, and I bet you could Google them too). It was pretty cool. This picture is crap, but...
...the action shot is pretty nice.
See how good I've been? Mom gave this to me when she was in town... two weeks ago. And it's just sitting in my bedroom, waiting for Saturday. Patience is a virtue, and while I may not have mastered it, I am pretty good at it.
awesome!!! I think I figured out the afore-mentioned Access quandary. Sometimes, I rock.