Big Ol’ Jet Airliner May 11, 2010Posted by Kimmothy in Fam Damily, Travel, Uncategorized, Vacation.
As a somewhat experienced traveler (yes, most all of my traveling in the last twenty years has been limited to going up and down the eastern seaboard but it still counts), you’d think by now I would know to take some time off of work prior to the time I’m taking off of work. But no. While I have marked a lot of things off of my to-do list, I still have an upsetting amount of things left on it. I woke up this morning and kind of laughed at my idiocy. Then I got really stressed. Then I decided to only work half a day and calmed down again.
Here’s a secret though: if you’re getting ready for a trip and you’re all worried about work things and house things and all the little details that go along with disrupting your daily routines, it doesn’t matter. Because as soon as you take off on that plane, train or automobile and take a look around at the new and exciting sites and sounds, all that crap disappears. It’s true; it happens to me every time. Though I’m not fond of flying, I LOVE airports. I’m sure I’ve talked about this before, but I’m getting old, so sorry. I love being alone in an airport, buying overpriced coffee and my usual treat of a new magazine. I love knowing after only a 90-minute flight I’ll be stepping off the plane five hundred miles away and seeing my sister and niece’s faces.
So, yeah. Things have been cuckoo for a few days and the rest of today is going to be somewhat challenging (long story short but for logistical reasons, I’m having to spend the night at the inlaws’ tonight because they’re taking me to the Charlotte airport bright and early tomorrow morning) BUT in twenty-four hours from now I’ll be boarding my flight. And for the next five-ish days, I’ll be with some of my favorite people.
This post was entirely unnecessary, but I feel a little better. In short: busy, stressy, excitement, fun.
It’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun December 31, 2009Posted by Kimmothy in Celebrities, Experience, Holidays, Life, Travel, Vacation.
As the minutes tick tock toward the new year, we’re looking forward to a quiet evening tonight. It is exactly what I prefer for this particular holiday, especially since we’re heading home tomorrow and that drive dictates you be in top form or suffer the consequences. It’s been a great vacation, one I knew would go by way too quick, one where I wouldn’t get to spend as much time or even see everyone I wanted and one that is already starting to blur together in my head. No complaints though; it’s been a blast.
Most people I know are saying they are damn glad 2009 is over. Between the economy, losing a freakish amount of celebrities, political embarrassments and disappointments and personal crap, it has been a mighty challenging year for a lot of us. I don’t like wishing time away, but I am pretty stoked we’re about to start nice fresh clean calendars tomorrow.
Of course my personal quest to become a parent was what took up the majority of the first 3/4’s of it and I dealt with a lot of big disappointment because of it. But Brian and I were talking the other day (many consecutive hours together in a vehicle makes that easy) and he said one of the things he’s always admired about me is that instead of just bitching about a problem or giving up, I usually find a solution for it. Sometimes it may take me awhile, but if it’s important enough, I do it. That was one of the best compliments I’ve ever received from him or anyone else. And he’s right; if I want this as badly as I know I still do, I will find a way. Without reenacting a live version of Raising Arizona, I will find a way.
So, I’m not one of those resolution people, but I will say this. I do have some GOALS for this coming year. A few small ones and a couple of doozies. It’s intimidating, but without a challenge what is all this for, anyway? My worst fear is becoming complacent and stagnant, an object at rest. It’s up to no one else but me to make sure that never happens. I’m up for it.
See y’all on the flip.
Out with the old, in with the Jew!
Makin’ Like Jack Kerouac December 26, 2009Posted by Kimmothy in Fam Damily, Friends, Holidays, Travel, Vacation.
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Why yes, I am sitting here procrastinating like crazy when I should be putting the last-minute touches on the frenized Packing for Vacation Extravaganza. Why is it I can only find unmatched socks and ugly underwear whenever this happens, why? Regardless, I’m going with whatever I washed and dried yesterday and hoping Florida’s schizophrenic climate will work with me. It looks like high’s will only be in the high 60’s/low 70’s this week, so that’s way more acceptable than when I was down there in October and temps were still reaching well into the 90’s.
We have a 7 to 8 hour drive ahead of us, depending on traffic and how many times Brian lets me and the dog get out to pee. Which doesn’t excite me, as both of us seem to have picked up a nasty cold situation in the last two days – of course we have. Did we really think Fate would allow us something as simple as a problem-free vacation? Oh, it is to laugh. But that’s okay. At the end of today’s journey we will land at my best friend’s house, one of my most favorite places to be on earth, and it’s there we’ll spend most of this next week.
Mother passive-aggressively assured me she understands it’s “so much easier” for us to stay at Grace’s and that she’ll just be happy to see us drop in every so often. Well, thank you, Mom, for understanding that each time I enter your residence, a little bit of my soul seeps out, never to return. Sister gets credit for that one. Because it’s so true.
We’ll be doing some inter-traveling with a couple of day trips planned spanning the greater Central Florida area of Tampa and Orlando as well, to try to fit in seeing as many people as possible. Always a challenge. Always worth it. It means a lot of time spent in the vehicle, but luckily the vehicle has new tires and (*crosses all fingers and toes*) is running better than it has in years, thanks to some pricey mechanical fixes.
All in all, though I can’t really breathe and everything on my body including my skin and eyeballs hurt, I’m really excited for this trip. It’s been over two years since we took a real vacation together and I’m thrilled to be going down there without having to miss my man and my dog while I’m there.
I’ll be checking in sporadically, but I hope everybody is having lovely holidays.
Trippin’ October 23, 2009Posted by Kimmothy in Friends, Travel, Vacation, Weather.
I’ve been annoying the shit out of myself, trying to find the time and patience to put together a picture post of last weekend’s camping extravaganza and now here it is already a week later. Time flies when you spend your spare time trying to catch up on sleep. Then I figured it’s stupid to wait on the pictures when no one is really that into them anyway and if they are there’s always Flickr. Not that I’ve gotten them up there yet either, but get off my ass, okay? I tend to forget other people aren’t quite as fascinated with Fall foliage as I am, because (A) they live where the leaves also turn, or (B) they just don’t give a crap. For me though, yes. As soon as we got to the top of that one hill on I-26 West where you can see the first of the Blue Ridge Parkway, my cold black little heart started beating a little faster and I immediately knew whatever happened over the course of the next two days, it would all be worth making this trip. Mountains do it for me.
And it’s a good thing I had that attitude, because there were a couple of challenges that were somewhat difficult to deal with. I knew it was going to be cold. I didn’t know by Saturday evening it would be so cold I’d literally be wearing EVERYTHING I PACKED. Oh yeah. At one point I started doing jumping jacks, simply because I couldn’t figure out any other way to get warm. That works, by the way. What I was mostly concerned with was sleeping, because God knows, do not get in the way of my precious sleep. And actually that worked out okay the first night – the $2 Coleman handwarmers were very effective shoved in various parts of our under-most layer of clothing – next time I’ll just know to buy more than four of them so I’ll be able to duct tape them all over myself.
No, the main problem came from the fact that at various times throughout the weekend it would get cloudy and drizzly and once I get that cold damp feeling, I find it mostly impossible to function normally. Then I made the biggest mistake ever by climbing in the van “just for a few minutes” with Joan to get warmed up. I did not climb back out of the van until the following morning, not really worring too much about my husband’s possible death-by-frostbite alone in the tent. I did check on him first thing to make sure he was breathing – I’m not that mean.
But Joan. Poor little Joan. She was already starting not to feel that great on the drive up there. By the next morning she was officially and very obviously sick. I felt horrible for her, but she remained a trooper the entire weekend – way more of a champ than I would’ve been. Turns out she now has bronchitis coupled with the flu, so yeah. I feel extremely lucky I came away from it with a stuffy nose and some congestion. She and I agreed next year should we choose to do it again (which I wouldn’t mind doing at all, it was that much fun), we will be staying in a cabin. When I told my cousin Scott about it he said, “Yeah, no kidding, Kim. I was going to warn you Jews don’t camp in tents.”
But, all in all – so much fun. The food tasted awesome like it always does in the outdoors. The food we brought, plus the best cappucino, spinach & mushroom pizza and homemade lemonade ever. The music was awesome, even with standing in the rain to hear some Cowboy Junkies. There was a tent that had nothing but Celtic music all weekend long and we couldn’t walk past it without stopping to listen. Even though our anniversary was supposed to have an aluminum or tin gift, Brian got me an awesome necklace made from recycled glass. We laughed a lot together and I realized like I always do we have a lot of fun whenever we’re someplace different, exploring and away from the daily grind. I mean, who doesn’t – but still. We don’t have a lot of opportunity to do that and I’m thankful we managed to do it for this.
The trip home was cool too – Brian napped, Joan worked on trying to remain amongst the living and Delorme and I had a great conversation in which pretty much every sentence began with, “Remember that time when…” which are always fun to have when you’ve known the other person practically twenty years. Not fun for the people who weren’t there, but luckily they’re both pretty patient about listening to old stories.
And now I’m getting ready to get ready to leave for Florida next week. Two trips in two weeks isn’t my idea of sane planning, but that’s the way it worked out this time and I’m not bitching. A little tired, but not bitching.
Roughin’ it October 13, 2009Posted by Kimmothy in Foodies, Friends, Travel, Weather.
By my estimation it’s been about four years since I’ve slept in a tent. And it was that last trip that reinforced my tent-camping philosophy which basically states no camping in the state of Florida between the months of March and November unless you are in a motorhome and even then just don’t. In fact, since 95% of my camping experience has been in a motorhome, each time I’ve pitched a tent it’s been a new and educational experience. This weekend we’ll be tenting it in the mountains of North Carolina, where by all weather accounts it’s going to be fairly nipply in the daytime (mid 50’s), downright frozen-snot cold at night (low 30’s) and today I see the new development that on Sunday there’s the possibility of snow flurries.
Now, you may or may not remember, but I am a crazyhead when it comes to snow. I pray for it every year and the one or two days we actually get some, I spend most of my time outside in it taking pictures and trying to urge it to stick and pile up a little. However, I’ve never camped in it so if the ever-changing forecast is accurate I hope it does actually wait until Sunday when we’re breaking camp and getting ready to come home. I’d love to see it; I just don’t want to sleep in it. I mean, my God. I’m still Floridian enough so that when the temp drops below 70 I’m reaching for my socks and hoodie.
I’m slowly but steadily getting through my to-do list. We’re splitting the food responsibilities and my part includes dinner on Friday night (chili – spicy for the boys, wimpy for the girls), some lunch stuff, snacks and coffee. I’ve basically got most of the stuff already, but I’m making one last shopping trip tomorrow to get the rest. Here’s my question (and Joan, if you’re reading feel free to chime in since you’re going to be one of the people eating it): If you were going on a three-day camping trip, what would you enjoy eating in the great outdoors? I know whenever I’m outside for extended periods of time I like to graze a lot. And I figure as long as I cover the four basic snack rules – salt, sugar, cheese and chocolate (the Hershey bars for the S’mores don’t count), I’ll be safe.
Other little thoughts:
– I LOVE drinking coffee outside on cold mornings.
– In addition to the regular warm clothes I’m bringing, a hat, gloves and thick socks to go under my hiking boots are coming as well. As long as my head, hands and feet are warm I can pretty much withstand anything.
– I’m going to be thankful Brian turns into a human heat rock when we sleep.
– According to some of the stuff I’ve read, it looks like the leaves are already putting on a pretty good show up there. Eeep!
– This will be my third experience camping at a music/arts festival type thing and based on the past experiences, I know I’m going to love it. I can’t wait until Friday!
Three Days of Peace and Music August 15, 2009Posted by Kimmothy in Experience, Fam Damily, Music, Oldies, Travel, Uncategorized.
A few other cool things besides me celebrate their 40th birthdays this year. The moon landing. The Manson murders. The ’69 Mustang. And this weekend the coolest one of all, Woodstock. And while it sort of horrifies me a little now that we’re well into the 00’s that I’ve been alive so damn long, I do think it’s pretty rad I made my first appearance in the coolest decade ever. (Just try and say any different; go on – I dare ya.) My parents liked to say I was an Aquarius who was born during the Age of Aquarius and while I had no idea what the hell they were babbling about at the time, I now appreciate it a lot more and know this must be where I get my latent hippie tendencies.
In 1994 some promoters decided a great way to make an assload of money would be to throw a bunch of bands together, most of whom had no ties or history to the first Woodstock whatsoever, and do a huge reunion. This was during those bleak, pointless days before the Internet, but I still paid a lot of attention to what was going on in the music world (thank you Rolling Stone subscription) and when I caught wind of this, I lost my shit.
I was twenty-five that year (again, me & Woostock, same age). I was living with Delorme and one of our favorite pasttimes was attending concerts. It would take willpower and effort, but we had eight months to save up the money (even back then the tickets were 120 bucks) and by God, we were doing it. The serendipitous part was, a lot of my relatives live a very short distance from where the show was held, so we decided to make a week’s vacation out of it as well. It remains up there as one of the best vacations of my life.
It was a twelve hour drive from our house in Lexington, S.C. to my cousin’s apartment in N.Y.C. Woodstock isn’t exactly Scott’s scene, but we are and have always been BFF’s and he was young back then too and knew this would be an adventure we needed to share. Arriving at his place at six in the morning, he let me sleep exactly one hour before yelling in my ear, “YOU’RE IN NEW YORK FUCKING CITY, HOW ARE YOU EVEN SLEEPING RIGHT NOW???” I got up. And I just realized that’s probably why a few years ago I bought a t-shirt that says “New York Fucking City.” Huh.
It was fun showing Delorme the city for the first time but we only stayed a few hours before it was time to make our way upstate, picked up a few of Scott’s friends and arrive to the festival grounds late Friday afternoon. It was almost sunset by the time we set up camp and with the help of some huge crazy lighting set-up, there literally was a purple haze settling in everywhere around us. It was gorgeous and surreal and I don’t know how many times we just hugged each other, in awe we were actually there. Little did we know that would be the last time we saw any hint of sun while we were there, as it started raining around noon the next day and never really stopped. Ha, like it mattered.
For three days we camped. We shared food and water and booze and weed with people we didn’t know. Supposedly there were hundreds of thousands of people there, yet we saw not one fight. Even when food, water and toilet paper ran out. We brushed our teeth at a big square communal water trough. We watched the “mud people” slip and slide around until they looked like primordial ooze creatures. Delorme woke me up one morning around 5:30, saying, “You’ve got to come with me now,” and led me to where Joe Walsh was standing nearby in the middle of a quickly growing crowd strumming an accoustic and smoking a joint someone had handed him. We never got really close to any of the stages, but there was never a moment where music wasn’t playing somewhere in the background:
Crosby, Stills and Nash. Melissa Etheridge. Green Day. Metallica. The Chili Peppers. Nine Inch Nails. Blues Traveller. Aerosmith. Sheryl Crow. And on. And on. Look it up on Wikipedia sometime – the lineup was ridiculous. I’ll never forget as we were reluctantly but exhaustedly walking out of there on Sunday, we could hear Arrested Development singing Tennessee (Take me to another place, take me to another land…) and it was sort of the perfect song to walk out to. There was no moment that wasn’t perfect that weekend.
I treasure the pictures I have and I should probably scan them or something. It was such an amazing experience and weirdly kind of symbollic for me. And one day, if I have my way, I will get myself back to the garden.
Ain’t Too Proud to Beg August 12, 2009Posted by Kimmothy in Experience, Friends, Home Life, Marriage, Money, Travel.
This is a blatant cry for help. Okay, or maybe I’m just looking for some ideas.
I’ll try to keep this brief and to the point.
This coming October is our ten year anniversary – whoo! Instead of presents, I’ve been saying for months I’d rather DO something special, take a trip somewhere – and I’ve been heavily hinting about the North Carolina mountains. So far he’s been agreeable, but that’s usually the case during the tentative stages of any plan. Something else to consider is that we already have another trip scheduled: Disney at the end of the month for a few days with my family, the annual reunion thing we do every year. Which I’m also looking very forward to and so is he.
This morning a friend of ours popped online and we chatted for awhile. This is my ex-dude, the one we still socialize with every so often. Every year for the past decade or so, he’s been going to this arts and music festival up in, what do you know, the mountains in North Carolina. It’s called the L.E.A.F (Lake Eden Arts Festival) and he’s been bugging us to go for like, forever. Keep in mind, this is a person I went to a lot of concerts with, including the big Woodstock reunion in 1994 and another music festival in Florida called Livestock. (Yes, Livestock – don’t hate; if it wasn’t for that, I never would have seen fantastic 90’s bands like Every Mother’s Nightmare and Gene Loves Jezebel). He knows I love nothing more than a bunch of hippies getting together to camp, ingest questionable substances and listen to music for days on end. Not to mention this thing is happening exactly WHERE I’d love to be and WHEN I’d love to be there.
The problem lies in the fact of the Disney trip. I can clearly hear Brian now: “We can afford to do one or the other, but not both and I don’t want to cancel the family trip.” Well, but that’s not a really strong argument because according to what Delorme was saying and in checking the website, this trip would be very affordable. I mean yes, you have to buy tickets, but other than that it’s camping. We already have a tent and camping supplies. Everybody chips in on the food and drink. Delorme also said we could carpool up there to obviously save on gas, etc.
Okay so here’s my strategy. Obviously with these types of things, timing is everything. A lesser experienced female would have already called him at work and excitedly started in with the “Please, please?” thing. Which is never a good idea. It’s a rookie mistake and I’ve made it before. But I’ve learned many things over the years and know a lot more things go my way when I ask for something under the following circumstances:
- We’re both home from work
- He’s showered, is refreshed and cooled off
- He’s been well fed (so glad I remembered to marinate a steak for tonight)
- He’s relaxed and in nighttime happy mode – and if I have to sacrifice some free time to make sure he’s relaxed as possible, (*Cough – Bjob – cough*) well then I’m more than willing to do so
That’s how I’m going to handle it tonight and I guess we’ll see what happens. But like I said, if you have any additional ideas – I’m sure you’ve convinced your S.O. to do something a time or two – I’d love to hear about it. If only for the amusement factor alone, which is to say you won the debate and got your way.
Country Roads Take Me Home August 3, 2009Posted by Kimmothy in Experience, Fam Damily, Friends, Travel, Vacation.
This is one of those times I’d usually do a picture post, where I’d post eight or ten pictures with pithy, witty captions explaining the highlights of my vacation. Which I’d really love to do but can’t since I somehow FORGOT MY FUCKING CAMERA. And before you ask, yes it was on my list and no I didn’t check the list one last time before I left. I am so awesome sometimes. While other people of course had their cameras and pictures were taken, I’m now at the mercy of them sending them to me, which sucks.
Besides that, I had an amazing time. I spent A LOT of time on the road, which normally I wouldn’t mind, but poor old Bessie ain’t what she used to be, which was never much to begin with, and I think her days of long distance traveling might soon be over unless she has some major work done. As it was, 150 miles into my trip the first day the serpentine belt broke and I spent an hour and a half at a gas station in Richmond Hill, Georgia waiting while a very nice mechanic named Chris went and picked up a new belt for me, started to install it, realized the auto parts store had given him the wrong size, went BACK to the store to get the correct size and successfully put in that one all for forty bucks but I actually gave him sixty because I was so thankful to be rescued so quickly. Reason number 548 why I no longer drive alone at night. In daylight, that was just a small inconvenient delay in my trip; in darkness I would’ve been crying like a little bitch the whole time.
My trip was like a three-act play. Act One was Tampa and my family. With my uncle laid up in the hospital it was a little bit of a dramatic and emotional time but I got to spend a couple of days with all of my favorite cousins and that’s always a complete treat for me. Act Two was eighty miles north in my hometown, spending time with my best friend and would-be daughter. In a very short amount of time we were able to fit in boating (I rode on a big scary tube for the first time), two shopping trips, Harry Potter and a lot of eating. Then I drove for what seemed like days up to Columbus, Georgia, which is actually very close to the Alabama state line, and spent a couple of days with my brother-in-law, Sister and Mini-Sister who now calls me Aunt Sistee. That little girl might possibly be the most lovable kid on earth.
It was a fun trip. I missed my boys a lot though and we were both so excited about me coming home, we talked on the phone eight times my last day away. It was very good to see them again after what seemed like a month. I’d like to say it’s that exciting to be back at work, but I don’t like to lie.
I know one thing – I’m not ever waiting that long to see the people I love anymore. That was stupid.
Road Trip Requirements July 21, 2009Posted by Kimmothy in Books, Lists, Travel, Vacation.
I leave for my trip in three days and as per usual, I have so many lists going, my lists have lists. And because I know your life wouldn’t be complete without me (over)sharing, here’s a glimpse of some of what’s floating around right now in my little peanut head. And of course this list is in addition to the obvious clothes, shoes, and toiletries, because duh.
The list (Yes, I title all my lists; why, don’t you?):
MUST Bring Since I’m Visiting a Third World Country Where There Are No Walmarts or CVS Drugstores Except Not Really, I Just Feel Much More Secure Surrounded by My Stuff:
- Various early/late cards/presents – I know there’s such a thing called the U.S. Postal Service and I even utilize it on occasion, but since there are quite a few people’s b-days around this time, it’s more fun to see them open the stuff in person. And more difficult for them to lie and tell me they like it.
- Camera/batteries – Because I think it’s a law of Facebook if you take a vacation you’re required to post 50 – 100 pictures. At least that’s what my friends do. Hell, some of them take a trip to the grocery store and post pictures.
- Phone charger! Phone charger! FUCKING PHONE CHARGER!!! – Do you get the feeling I’ve forgotten this item on a previous trip?
- CD mixes – There’s a long stretch on I-95 somewhere in South Georgia – North Florida where the only radio stations that come in are talk, yelling preachers or country music. Although I actually like country music when I’m driving long distances, I like it as a choice, not a last resort.
- Light fluffy Summer reading book – Got this covered today when I bought Rebecca Wells’ new one, The Crowning Glory of Calla Lily Ponder. She’s the one who wrote the Ya-Ya books, so I knew this would be a sure thing. Without reading material at night before sleeping, I would surely perish. Or buy magazines.
- Garbage bag for use as laundry bag – Because nothing ruins a good vacation like a stanked up suitcase.
- Adequate snacks/beverages for the road so the gas stations and/or rest stop fare won’t tempt me – This requires a small cooler, which we already have which totally rocks since I’d hate to buy one. Hopefully this will prevent stupid road food choices, but I’m not promising anything regarding Slim Jims and Diet Coke. And Jolly Ranchers. Must have Jolly Ranchers.
- Glasses, both of the sun and prescription varieties – For my comfort and others’ safety. And I always bring two pairs of sun glasses, because Kim’s Law states I will lose a pair during the course of the week.
- 30-Day Shred dvd – Can’t wait to share the joy with some curious people.
- 10 – 15 pairs of underwear – Yes, I’m only going to be gone one week. I can’t explain it; having extra undies makes me feel safe.
- 5 – 6 bras – Even though I’ll only wear one or two.
- Various notebooks, journals and calendars – Again, it’s a security thing. Plus, you can’t ever tell when a brilliant thought will occur to you – it would be terrible to be unprepared for that.
- A big file folder full of work I want to get done while on vacation – Haaaahahahahahahaha!!!
So that’s about it right now. I still have some things I need to get done before I hit the road Friday morning, but I’m getting a little done each day and it’s going really smoothly. I tell ya, for me not having gone anywhere since last October, I’m feeling very calm and in control about everything.
I don’t trust myself when I’m like that.
I Love Fridays July 10, 2009Posted by Kimmothy in Books, Celebrities, Exercise, Fam Damily, Reading, Travel, Vacation, Weather.
Such a busy day I didn’t have time to blog – the horror! But a seriously good day, so no biggie.
I try to save the exercise stuff for the other blog, but I just have to say this. Sometimes it’s so good to get out of your little box, whether that be your home or office and just walk, man. (Walkman? Remember the days before mp3 players, old farts like me?) I volunteered to go pick up our office mail today across campus and noticed while I was out the weather was exceedingly pleasant. This is a rarity here in the summer months so whenever it happens I try to take full advantage and be outside as much as possible. And I may be biased (definitely), but the University of South Carolina is really a beautiful campus. And trust me, I’ve seen a few.
In the years since I’ve been gone it’s been beautified and refurbished even more, and it sounds stupid since I go to work there every day, but I rarely see it since my office is in a building a little ways apart from the main part of campus. I really need to get out more. I spent my entire lunch hour walking to the main campus bookstore and figured out something important. South Carolina is A LOT hillier (is that a word? I don’t care) than Florida. A big no-shitter, right? But seriously. We’re a good two hours from any honest-to-goodness mountains, but there are some serious elevations here too, when you consider I spent a good portion of my life ten feet above sea level. I miss many things about Florida, but that’s not one of them.
By the time I got back to the office I was sweaty, red-faced and jello-legged (flip flops probably weren’t the best footwear choice, but I obviously didn’t plan this to happen today), but man I felt excellent. It didn’t hurt I made a couple of purchases in the Barnes & Noble part of the book store, oops. Finally, finally found Common Sense by Glenn Beck, a book I’ve been trying to buy for Brian for over a week (is Amazon broken? Because seriously) and yeah I’ll go ahead and admit it: Storytelling by Tori Spelling for myself. (You can say what you want about her, but that has to be the coolest book title to writer name rhyme in the history of books.) I’ve never read romance novels, I hate Danielle Steele and Mary Higgins Clark, so yes – one must get their summer reading fluff somewhere, right? I started watching her stupid show on Oxygen and somehow got all into it. Don’t ask me. And don’t judge, lest ye be smited with my wand of smite.
And, AND, after hemming and hawing and scheduling and re-scheduling, I think I may actually have my Florida trip planned – finally. The problem with going there is, and I’m not exaggerating this, about twenty different people I want to see and spend time with and they’re spread out in three different cities. Everyone has stuff going on, everyone is busy, but they all also want to see me whenever I’m there. I am loved there, and I am lucky for that. Plus the fact my uncle is having serious surgery the day before I’m arriving, so that lends an air of obligation to the whole thing. I am pretty sure I have it finalized though and it looks like I’ll be leaving home on the 24th and returning on the 31st. Give or take.
Since my damn sister’s husband (I’m not cursing him; I love him) has to be out of town for work that week and she was planning on going with him, I’ve revised visiting them in Orlando and instead will be stopping in Columbus, GA where they’ll be for the week to spend a couple of nights with them in the hotel there. That little girl they made two years ago (and them too, of course) is a big part of why I want to go so badly, so hey – family slumber party in a hotel room. I’ve been to Columbus before, strangely enough, for a wedding. Luckily we don’t need much outside stimulus when we’re together in order to have a good time because the place isn’t what I’d call your typical vacation destination.
It doesn’t matter. I’m soon to see a lot of people I love vurry vurry much and I can’t wait.