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This is the world we live in (whoa-oa-oa)…

So summer came, and the moment it got here I started sucking at blogging. I must remedy this.

The summer’s been busy. I wish I’d blogged it; I’m really sorry I didn’t, because I’ve had a lot going on, and that’s usually the best time to blog. Didn’t you miss my run-on sentences?

Classes start in three weeks. I am not excited.

Actually, I’ve finally openly admitted, once and for all, no ifs-ands-buts-or-maybes, that I regret choosing UNF over Agnes Scott. I’ve said time and time again that the only reason I’m glad I went to UNF was because at least I found the Boychik there; I never realized how much I meant it. I hate that school. I feel trapped there, and I want out.

In other news… My Sister’s been quite sick all summer. She developed shingles early during the summer, and although it cleared up for a bit, we suspect that the sores in her mouth are the shingles making their return. My aunt had to put her (my) bloodhound down a few weeks ago. I’m not sure I can ever visit there again. I did get to chaperone the youth trip to Christmount last month, and it was so much fun to reconnect with at least one friend I’d sorely missed. I still miss the boys; I really didn’t get to hang out with them as much this year, which was sad. They’ll all be at the college retreat, I hope.

It feels like there’s a lot going on right now, but I can’t tell whether there’s more activity going on around me or inside me. I’m just hoping my health holds up. Things don’t quite feel right, and that scares me. I can’t afford another flare-up, and I’m praying desperately to avoid it, God willing.

I’ve got to go get some work done… I’ll try to throw some posts up on a closer-to-daily basis. I really should be, and I know it. I’ve just got to sort through things so that I can.


Putting my nose back to the grindstone…

Well, I am back. I spent last week in beautiful Crescent Beach, just south of St. Augustine.

Tell me that isn’t the most glorious sight ever. Continue reading

Spring Break: Play-by-Play

Well, that was not much of a spring break. I still didn’t get a day to sleep in as late as I could. It’s sad, really; sleep and I used to be such close friends.

Because a lot happened last week, I’m going to condense a lot of smaller post into one long bulleted one. It’s just more efficient.

  • Sister is okay. She had surgery last Monday to have her tonsils removed. While the procedure went well, the following week was horrid at best. She’s finally gone 24 hours now without throwing up, and she looks much better tonight. She’s talking and even eating a little bit, so we’re pretty sure she’s on the mend now. Thank God for that; she had me worried.
  • Holy Week is over! Holy Week is one of the busiest times of the year for the church, and it is finally over for a whole nother year. In case I haven’t explained it before, I am a secretary at a church. I am also the daughter of the Director of Christian Education at said church. This means that I spend a great deal of time at the church, either for my own job or to help my mother out. Considering Mom had to stay home with Sister all last week… last week was a lot of work, which is now over. Yeees.
  • Spent what time I could with the Boys. I love them. They make my life that much better.
  • I got… an interesting text message Monday morning. That is a blog for another time; the story is too long to post here, especially since I was a great bonehead and accidentally deleted the messages, so I can’t post exact quotes. Bad blogger, I know. I’m sorry.
  • Dante and I work well together in the kitchen. We learned this Tuesday night when we made my mother’s stuffed meatloaf. I know the standard response to “meatloaf” is a grimace and a slow retreat, but I swear this is the best meatloaf ever concocted. It’s stuffed with ham and cheese, and it’s brilliant. I’ll think about posting the recipe one of these days. Maybe. At any rate, we made it from the recipe as Mom dictated over the phone, and, aside from being a bit sloppy-looking, it was really pretty good. I was just a little proud.

There was, of course, much more, but it is very late, and I am one tired girl. Had rehearsals tonight for The Vagina Monologues. It will all be over Saturday night, thank God. Still more on that later… Right now, sleep.

A lazy Saturday.

So this morning was cool. Sister and I got up and went to the Fox for breakfast. It’s been a long time since the two of us did anything together, so it was nice to get out and chat. I got a massive waffle, and she got the pancakes, and it was all fantastic. The Fox is my absolute favorite greasy spoon diner ever. Their breakfast and their burgers are fantastic.

We also hit the tanning beds, me for the first time. I’ll be going a lot for a few weeks, since I have to wear white for the Vagina Monologues, and white on pasty white just doesn’t work so well. I’d rather not be blinding up on stage, you know?

I got some homework done this afternoon, but I think I am going to spend my evening playing World of Warcraft. It’s been about a week since the last time I logged on… far too long. I miss shooting things in the face, you know?

Aren’t we all works in progress?

This week, my mother and I started walking. We’re walking just over a mile every Sunday, Monday, Wednesday and Friday now. I’ve progressively cut back on my soda intake, and I’m trying to do a better job of eating three meals a day, rather than one.

Although it pains me to publish this in such an accessible setting, I’d be lying if I said I was comfortable with my body. I am overweight. I consider myself severely unattractive, and I seriously dread seeing myself in the mirror. I know what I have to do to start changing that, and I understand that if I don’t fix it now I never will. So I am a work in progress. (Note to self: I should write out my list of goals for the year and post that as part of NaBloPoMo.)

At any rate, I had to share a snippet of conversation from this morning. My sister accompanied us today; she’s thinking about joining us regularly. Mom and Sister were talking on the way out the door:

Mom: When we get back, I can pop some cinnamon buns in the oven.
Sister: What’s the point of walking?