I’ve really missed blogging. I’ve let this site go un-touched for almost an entire month, and recently it has started to give me an incredibly unsettling feeling. It almost felt like I was cut off from my friends, because while I continued to peruse the blogs I read regularly, I felt like I couldn’t or shouldn’t comment because I wasn’t doing my part. How strange that an online diary can give me such strong feelings of guilt, thrown in with a little bit of loneliness and an overwhelming sense of irresponsibility.
It’s not like I haven’t been busy, I promise there are a variety of things that have kept me away. I’ll try to catch you all up on them here.
**Just had to throw this in here, because I am so frustrated with myself at this moment that I need to rant. I have seriously dripped coffee on my shirt and pants in…let me count… 5 different places in just a matter of a half hour. 9:00AM and I already look like a disaster. Great, this is going to be a good day.
I’ve spent all our money on $4 iced coffees and have been holed up in a dark alley in a little shack made out of Starbucks coffee cups and straws, disabled by my major caffeine buzz, and naked due to the fact that none of my clothes fit because I’ve grown out of them one 230 calorie iced coffee at a time. Dan has left me because I wouldn’t give up my iced coffees for him, which he sees as a dangerous addiction, and I’ve been fired from my job on account of taking 15 minute breaks for Starbucks-runs every hour on the hour.
Hee, just kidding, I had you going though right? Right. I’m still loving the iced coffees, but Starbucks has been pissing me off lately because they never get my drink right. I order a Tall, Iced, Nonfat Vanilla Latte, but they always screw something up. Sometimes they forget the nonfat part, or the vanilla part, but this one time, this dumb woman screwed up the Tall part, if you can believe that, and gave me a Venti! Ok, those two words don’t sound anything alike! It was partly my fault though, because I never pay attention when they tell me how much it is, I just hand over my debit card in a zombie like state. If I had been paying attention, I would have realized that I was charged for the biggest drink you can get instead of the smallest. I try to avoid going to that lady’s cash register these days.
Dan and I just got back this weekend from an amazing vacation in the fabulous Costa Rica! Even more fabulous than laying out on the serene beaches and hiking through lush rainforest was spending an entire week with my best friend Lisa, who, as you may or may not know, is living down there doing her best to help countless Ticos master speaking the unattractive language we call English. We had a wonderful time, the best vacation I could have asked for, but it’s also good to be home, in a place where I can understand what is being said and rice and beans are not served at every meal!
Before that, work was CRAZY, with a capital C-R-A-Z-Y. I had so much to do before I left town, so there was pretty much no way I was taking time out to blog during those last few weeks.
My birthday was July 29th, I can’t believe you guys missed it ;). It was highly uneventful (24 isn’t exactly a milestone year), but very pleasant. I got the best birthday present ever from my parents, who refinished our hardwood floors on our second story while we were away. They look beautiful, and now we are just a few hours of touch-up painting on the trim from moving our bedroom upstairs to where it truly belongs! I am so excited, and so grateful to my parents and their home-improvement expertise. Another notable gift came from Dan’s grandparents, who got me the Audrey Hepburn DVD collection, including Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Sabrina, and Roman Holiday. That impeccable woman is my idol; I want to be her when I’m all grown up!
The month of July was also witness to my first attempt at water skiing and my ultimate humiliation when it took me like 10,000 tries to get my ass out of the water and up on those damn skis. Oh. My. God. Everyone was convinced that I would get up with very minimal difficulty, considering my status as an expert downhill skier (Cooper High Slalom Ski Team Captain, seasons ‘97/’98 and ‘98/’99, whoo hoo), so not only did I have what felt like gallons of water up my nose and what I was sure was a bleeding butt crack from countless wedgies of a particularly painful nature, but I felt like I was such a let down. I was more exhausted and sore after that day than I have ever been. The only time I felt any sort of pride was when I came in and was told how amazed everyone was by my perseverance. I didn’t let them in on my secret, which is that it wasn’t perseverance, it was stubbornness, and my unwillingness to face Dan’s disappointment if I couldn’t do it. Now I’m terrified to try it again though, and I’m not sure if I ever will. I really just don’t like doing things I’m not good at. I’ll tell you one thing I’m good at, and that’s lying on the dock reading trashy magazines and novels. I’ve never had my butt crack bleed from that.
My last bit of news is of the wonderful kind. In a few short weeks I will be leaving the cubicle-dwelling life and moving to my very own OFFICE… with real live walls and a door that closes and locks! [Jumping for Joy!] I am so so so happy, and it’s for real this time, not just a silly pipe dream, it has been confirmed by my boss and everything. I think I’ll leave on that happy note, I have to start planning out the logistics of my pencil holder and picture frames on my new desk. I think I’m going to switch some things up a little bit, I’m an adventurous girl you know ;).