something new every day

I took Katrina to the lakefront tonight...like I said, hot date spot where I seduce all my women. It was livelier than last time, with a jazz band and a lady singing Ella Fitzgerald and Etta James. Tons of people, and it was looking pretty diverse. James Rouse would be proud. Well, diverse racially anyway; most people were looking fairly trendy and suburban, but that makes sense.
I was feeling very Columbia tonight. I got to show Katrina the People Tree and give her the history of the place. And show her the statue of Rouse and the bricks of all the people I knew who were around from the beginning. And we found Edward Norton's brick, and she was very impressed that he was a Columbian...not that he's really a big deal or anything, but we claim him. I always like telling people all about Columbia, or College Park, or other places I try to rep.

I found out an interesting HoCo fact myself today...

Disneyland was the first theme park in the United States, and opened in Anaheim, California on July 17, 1955. It was segregated.

A month later, The Enchanted Forest became the second theme park in the United States, when it opened in Ellicott City, Maryland on August 15, 1955. It was integrated from the very beginning.
That just makes me smile.

then (although it's in color, so maybe in the 60's)




...and now

Happy 50th, Enchanted Forest!!!

I don't speak freaky deaky Dutch

Solid goooooooold!

I posted a profile on a website where people can find babysitters back when I was trying to nanny this summer. I apologize for posting this entire thing, but it may be the funniest email I have ever received.

Hello friend, How are you? Over there, hope you are well doing, I am Rossy by name I am a woman of 35 yrs I am a mother of 2, I came crossways you profile in an www.4sitters.com site I am interested in you joining our family as a Babysitter, I am a Dutch bynativity but am based in Australia, but in like 2 months time now, we would be re-locating to U S A and we would want you to join us as Babysitter, in [ADDRESS]. everything in that house that we would be staying when we arrive has been put in place except some new home properties that we have purchased from UK and ready for shipping over to our new address in the state, Our house address is a 5 bedroom duplex located in [ADDRESS]. I am business woman I finished my university degree justof resent, I studied children guiding, counseling and psychology My name is Rossy am 35yrs I love to care for children and I don't mind to do some housework to help you, and my husband's name is Mark, he is into fabric production chemicals importations, we are coming to live usa cos of his large volume of demand in his business so in U.S.A Pls swiftly reply me if the chance of joining us when we come to U S A is Still open, we would be coming by 2months time which is September 15, and in case you are from another sate, then we would be responsible for Your traveling fees, I think I can handle all that by myself you do not need to spend anything ... if that would Be ok with you...my children are males, they, love soccer and Basketball and swimming and all such of games, I personally love play basketball my Husband is a nice man he is cool headed. We are going to treat you like a king., My husband is an international business man, he deals with importation of fabric productionchemicals and he has a busy business net network around the world, and he also has some business client in usa which we have already discussed with concerning all the traveling expenses of anybody that is going to be our BABYSITTER and they are going to be responsible for me and my children's traveling expenses as well and for the shipping of the rest of our luggage from UK, and my husband will join us latter b'cos he is not presently in Australia he has traveled to Belgium for a conferences and they have agreed with my husband that they would pay all the traveling fees of the Babysitter, so you do not need to spend anything on your coming, pls respond to this mail if you are still available , you position is to just care for the children when they return from school and take then out round some part of the sate We are two international business people in the production of fabric field who want exceptional care for our two little boys. As a family we like to boat and water ski in thesummer, snowmobile in the winter, and travel. We participate in community activities and like to be involved. You would live in a nice home in a nice neighborhood and would have a large private bathroom adjacent to your bedroom. This place is called Sydney in Australia but we would be coming to usa address: in [ADDRESS] Typical hours of care would be from 8:30 a.m. until 4:00 p.m. Monday through Friday. Weekends would usually be off. We would appreciate an English speaking person so that our sons become bilingual; however, it is not required. The boys' father speaks English fluently. Our jobs allow us many holidays in which you may or may not need to care for the children. Many more details can be given upon contact. The name of the boys are denis and matex they are 7weeks and 4year of age, the love to play soccer and to play basket ball and fishing and cycling, if you have any pet that you love, you can bring them here and they would also be taken care of, you would not do any house work at all, the payment is $1,500usd per week my e-mail address is [EMAIL]@yahoo.ca , the gender of the Baby sitter does not matter, you would live in the home with us, but you have your private apartment , private car if you can drive , private cell phone , private bathroom and toilet, we want the Babysitter to come as soon as possible , the minimum time the Babysitter can stay is 3 moths and the maximum is 18 moths , pls if your interested and available , go and do your findings concerning all the document that you will need for your traveling and give me the total cost bill so I can arrange for the payment , Thank you. Rossy

I think she is either a robot or a murderer...of some sort. But for 1500 a week? I mean, I could risk it. Where was Rossy earlier this summer? Sydney, obviously, but I could've used 1500 a week, my own car, my own apartment, my own cell phone, my own pet that I love, weekends off, travel fees, being treated like a king. And a 7 week old baby who enjoys playing soccer, basket ball, fishing, and cycling? That's freakin amazing! And would they take me boating, water skiing, and snowmobiling with them? Shoot, goodbye College Park! I'm off to go and do my findings concerning all the document that I will need. See you guys in 3 to 18 moths!

awkward guy part III

another convo...more like a monologue, actually
enjoy

him: Yeah, this girl's perfect for me. We have like everything in common. Except she's Catholic. Are you Catholic?
me: ...no. [You gotta be kidding me. One time he told me he has a really good memory. Clearly.]
him: So what's the difference? Catholics don't use birth control.
me: I guess that depends on the person.
him: You really shouldn't use it at all. If you just count the days in your cycle, you can't get pregnant. It's impossible. Did you know that?
me: Sure. [Thanks for the update on my reproductive system.]
him: Didn't they teach you that in sex ed? Man, that's the problem these days. All they tell you now is to wear a rubber, right? Is that what they taught you? And I'll tell you what, you gotta get the morning after pill.
me: So, why would that be any better?
him: Cause it just stops fertilization. It can't happen that quick! In one day? But you have to take it the day after. If you take it any later, it won't do anything. Except...maybe hurt the baby. I don't know.

I guess some people just say whatever pops into their heads.

bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens

Änna's top 10, excluding sleep and all things edible

1. lakes
2. bonfires
3. drive-in movies
4. random competitions possibly resulting in free food or fame (ie Asparagus Queen, Chick-Fil-A, The Young and the Restless...)
5. rocks thrown at my window
6. people making me tell stories/do impressions
7. writing Terps-inspired poetry
   
8. back massages
   
9. surprises...little or big
   
10. being confident in your relationships with people despite time, distance, or mistakes

(I got a little sappy there)

word vomit

Almost everything we do in life is to project an image. It's gross. This blog may have started as a cure for boredom, but I'm pretty sure its point is now to project an image of myself. I'm not sure exactly what image it is, but at the very least it's that I am an entertaining person and worth your attention. Please please pay attention to me. Ew.

It used to gross me out to think about impressing colleges and jobs. You have to look a certain way and talk a certain way and smile and smell good and pretend to be more interested than you are and highlight all your good qualities while attempting to hide your flaws, all in an attempt to make someone think you are somehow better or more qualified than someone else. I hate that kind of competition. It's unhealthy and unnatural.

My mother forced me to go to an interview at a college in which I was not the least bit interested. I had no intention of impressing this lady interviewing me, and I didn't even know what she wanted to hear if I had felt like catering to that. I answered all her questions "I don't know," and she was getting frustrated. When she asked me "What unique thing would you add if you were part of the freshman class here?" I simply replied, "Honestly...I don't think anything." She didn't know what to say to that. She just smiled obnoxiously and thanked me for coming.

And the gross thing is, the reason I like telling that story about myself is to show you that I was sooo beyond trying to prove things to that lady. I didn't even care. It didn't matter what that college thought of me, man, cause who was I trying to impress? (That Änna, she doesn't even care!) I tell you this so that you will think I am sooo nonchalant.

It's like in I Heart Huckabees. This guy always tells the story of how he tricked Shania Twain into eating chicken salad. Then he gets called out on the fact that the reason he always tells that story is to show that he is powerful and clever for tricking a celebrity. He's finally faced with his real motivation behind everything, and the next time someone makes him tell the story, he throws up in front of everyone. Sometimes I even start to annoy myself with how completely self-obsessed I am. The attempt to have an image never ends. I say I don't like competition for jobs or colleges, but I do the same thing.
I love competition when it comes to...Big Boggle and Taboo. I guess I want everyone to know that I am better at spotting long words than they are. And I am better at coming up with synonyms very quickly. Interesting, the things I enjoy being known for. Really, these are not the things I want to be known for. When I die, I don't want people standing around saying, "She did the best impression of Tracy Morgan, and she knew how to make people say 'saddle' without using the words 'horse,' 'ride,' 'back,' 'Western,' or 'leather'."
I want to be known for my love of other people, my dedication to making the world a better place, and my passion for life. But...it's really hard to show people your heart, and if you're really being honest, your heart won't always look that good, so you might as well just focus on trivial things.
I fill this little online journal thing with meaningless drivel, in an attempt to be different from those people that pour out their hearts online. But...what would be so wrong with that? At least the people who do that are brave enough to be honest. I also want to be known as an honest person...not just the person who has a random fact for every topic.

awkward guy part II

He comes in my office, (the 30 year old dude at my work) and when he finds out my boss is out for the day, he decides that no one will mind if he sits down and chats for awhile. Today he was bragging about how an 18 year old was hitting on him the other day. Okay. Then he tells me how he's talking to 10 women, who are all interested in him and say they want him to be their "friend with benefits". Please go on. I really really want to hear about this. Bleeeh. He says he only actually likes one of them, who is supposedly perfect for him.

him: But she's a Catholic. Are you Catholic?
me: No.
him: Is Catholic a bad religion?
me: No.
him: They're not like Jehovah's Witnesses are they?
me: No.

Then he tells me he had a dream that God made him like her so that he would start going to church. Then he tells me he has weird dreams, and I was in a dream the first day he met me. Juuuuust when you think it couldn't get more awkward. He dreamt that he was shampooing the carpet, and I came out to yell at him for making too much noise, and he and his friend were making fun of me for the rest of the day. Granted, I have dreams about random people too, but I don't actually tell them! I was just praying through the whole conversation for the phone to ring.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
But it didn't.
Maybe I'm being a jerk. He's a nice guy. Just a little unaware of social norms?

So yeah, that's what's going on at the Chapel today.

in what sense?

I don't really like cake that much. Homemade Betty Crocker cakes are good, but sheet cakes, not so much. Every year on my birthday I get a cookie cake. They are amaaaazing! And I've always wanted to have a cookie cake at my wedding. You know, fancy and pretty and tiered, but aaalll cookie. So I decided today would be a good day to pursue my dream. I made a few calls.

Great American Cookies

me: Hi, this might sound like a weird question, but can you make wedding cakes?
GAC: No, we just do cookie cakes.
me: Yes, but can you make a cookie cake, for a wedding?
GAC: ...you're gonna have to explain what you mean.
me: I see you do round cakes, but could you do a tiered cookie cake for a wedding?
GAC: We got heart cakes, round cakes, 24 inch sheet cakes...
me: Okay, thank you.

Creative Cakes

me: I was wondering if you could do a tiered cookie wedding cake?
CC: I'm not clear on what you mean. We don't do a cake made out of cookies but we can do a tiered cake to look like cookies.

Fisher's Bakery

me: Do you do cookie cakes?
Fishers: In what sense?
me: Cakes made out of cookie batter.
Fishers: No.

I will not give up on my dream!

mystery solved!

Well...I finally found out who the hippies were. Turns out they were just my neighor's niece's friends, staying the night. They left this evening. Just loaded up their gear into their van and drove away. Pretty normal. Turns out they had to "get back to New York before the full moon."

Yep...just your average, run of the mill werewolves, I guess. No mystery here.

SCAG is back

I had a very romantic evening with Jaymeliss tonight. Not quite as romantic as the couple that was standing right behind the stage, though. They were more entertaining than the Jackesque guy that we found performing tonight. He was pretty good, but there were only about 4 people in the audience. It was just me and Jayme and the couples walking down by the lake. Definitely a romantic date spot. Don't ever let me take you to a lake or you will probably fall head over heels in love with me. It's happened before. Just kiddiiiing, of course, all the dates I take there are girls, but the place still has potential. Usually summer nights like this by the lake and the warm air and mellow guitar in the background do crazy things to me. I get all ridiculously nostalgic and yes, bittersweet, and weird. But tonight, not so much. I just enjoyed it. I've lost all emotions. I'm heartless again. I'm not the nostalgic girl I used to be. I haven't even been compelled to reminisce about RNOTM lately. What's wrong with me? Maybe I'm just better at living in the moment and enjoying things for what they are but, if this makes any sense...I miss being nostalgic!

huh

I came home to a bunch of bongo-toting, guitar-carrying, bohemian dudes getting out of their van with broken windows and painted rainbows and entering the house of my elderly neighbors. One shaggy-haired dude with no shirt on waved to me and said, "Howdy, neighbor!"

...who the heck are they???

weekend hlh

As much as I dread working 13 hour shifts all weekend, I really do love my job. (WARNING: this may be boring for people who don't care about weddings, so STOP reading now)

highs:

• stalking the couples beforehand (my boss loved the idea...and she even asked if I ever Google them) and working in the office and making all the pre-wedding calls really pays off...I felt like I kinda knew them, making the weddings that much more fun
• one of the brides singing Love Shack for her bridal march at the rehearsal...I love it when couples don't take themselves too seriously and get freaked out (this couple met while she was putting away her underwear on the first day in their new dorms...so says theknot.com)
  
• being given the job of wedding coordinator and holding the doors open and telling all the bridesmaids and groomsmen when to go down the aisle
• Emily letting me sleep on her couch so I didn't have to go home...and seeing that she had the Valentine poem I wrote for her taped to her wall! and apparently I also wrote one for her last summer, and her mom made copies and put one in her office! I should go into business
  
• all the Terps 4 Life vibes floating around...one groom works for the athletics department...their reception was at Comcast, and their colors were white, black, and red (the bride even had red trim on her gorgeous dress), and the organist played the fight song for the recessional...but still oh so classy
  
• running around fixing the pew clip SNAFU when the bride had screwed up and the florist was mad...I like feeling like I'm saving the day
• John stopping by the house to visit me...and planning to take a trip rafting on The Cheat
  

lows:

• well...I guess I never really like filling the candles with oil or getting attitude from people in the wedding...please, it's not that much for us to ask you to audition before you play our organ
  

huhs:

• one of the brides gluing silk flower petals to every inch of the entire 100 foot aisle runner, since you're not allowed to drop anything on the floor
• oh yeah, and, my turtle barked at me today...Dana did he ever bark at you?
  

home sweet home, haha

this entry is clearly subpar

Clearly, I am a fraud. (Clearly is also my favorite word lately, apparently.)
I did not go to Great Falls the other day. If I had, I would have crossed it off my list. I won't tell you what I did instead, because that would only put me up a few notches on the dumb blonde scale, and that is something I'm trying to stay away from. Clearly, I'm doing an excellent job avoiding that image by detailing most of my car fiascos. fiascoes?

Speaking of which, my boss made me tell the car-crushing-the-jack story to two of my male semicoworkers the other day. They got a huuuuge kick out of it. I really didn't know it was that funny. She also made me tell the poop story, and I have to say, people making me tell stories/do impressions might be in my top 10.

And speaking of male semicoworkers...
We have housekeepers come in every morning. Real nice guys. And one of them always comes in and talks to me. Which is great. I like talking to people, especially when my job can get very lonely. But there is a point where you need to get your work done, and there is no appropriate response to a guy telling you for the 7th time about how his wife left him even though he was a great husband and they'd been together for 10 years. "Wow, that's terrible," I say, as I continue to address and mail letters. Where does that rate on the awkward scale? It got worse when he finally found out I was 19. "That's like what?" he says, "9 years? No that's 11 years difference between us! [My friend] told me I should go after you, but 11 years is a big difference. I thought you were older! Maybe if you were 23 or something..."
Awkward.
Awkward.
Awkward.
At what point did he think I was old enough/interested at all?

I kinda feel weird about posting this. People are gonna find out when I'm posting about them. I have this thing linked on facebook...that's a lot of people having access. It's gonna end up like that chick in DC who exposed all those senators she was having affairs with. Minus the part about having affairs with people and ruining careers and half of DC reading this blog.

a little bit a Monica in my life

Playin hooky to go to Great Falls with Moni! Well, more like I asked my boss for the day off. But still! Waterfalls!
Big Rocks!
Picnic blankeeeetttt!!!

the suspense is killing you

Will it happen this time?

Happy FTW all.

Änna's bottom 10

1. maggots
2. poking and tapping
3. the phrase "let's not and say we did"
4. mint chocolate chip ice cream that's not green
5. LOLing and, on a similar note, hearting things
6. shower curtains that suck into the shower
7. misuse of the word "literally"
8. biting into cold things
9. non-glossy paint
10. sunscreen

this may not be my actual bottom 10

stop looking at me, TURTLE!

random scraps of my weekend:

1. Jason and I drove to Fenway Park Friday night. We were supposed to meet some people at Camden Yards for a baseball game, but we must have gone the wrong way, because when we got there, it was ALL Red Sox fans. We were outnumbered probably 4 to 1 and overpowered whenever we tried to cheer. Good thing this would NEVER happen in Comcast. Aaaahhh can't wait to get back!!! Anyways, since we lost the game, my fav part of the night may have been when one of the mutant moths that was divebombing us flew into my armpit and down my sleeve. And then I caused a scene.
   
   
2. It's funny the things that are important to you in the future just cause of the way you grew up. For instance, when I have kids, they MUST be good swimmers. No child of mine will be afraid of the water. They say that infants are born with the natural reflex of knowing how to swim, and they lose that reflex by the time they're 6 months. To ensure that my kids are swimming like little fishes by the time they're 3, I'm gonna put that bit of info to the test by throwing my babies in the pool once they're born. I just feel like that might not be a great idea, because, although they may know how to swim automatically, they might not automatically know how to not swallow water. So probably a bad idea.
   
   
3. One of my simple pleasures in life is The Snowball Stand.
   Few things make me so truly nostalgic as this place. I basically lived there every day after school back in the day. Despite that one painful memory involving my big mouth, a skanky looking girl, and getting the finger as she drove a way, most of my memories of The Snowball Stand are pleasant ones. Okay, and that one just makes me laugh too. I revisited this weekend, and the amazing company of Juliet and Beck the Byrd made it that much better.
   
   
4. Every time I change clothes, I turn around to find Mr. Poopers watching me. Maybe it seems normal to people with pets, but I've only owned the occasional reptile or amphibian, and this is weird for me.
   
   
5. Oooooh, Avril!
   I usually don't care about celebrities or celebrity couples, but when it comes to Avril, I just get sucked into the drama. My obsession has been in full swing ever since I finally found out about the engagement. I guess it's also cause I kinda miss people telling me that I look like her...but ever since I chopped my hair off (or Kristal did), I guess those days are over.
   
   
6. Went to my grandma's house on the Magothy River tonight. Got to walk on the pier and eat delicious food...and some clams my cousin dug up, which were not so delicious, cause they tasted like Chesapeake water. Another little cousin was killing flies for fun and collecting them on a styrofoam plate. She got up to 4 dead flies, lying next to each other...but I couldn't determine the sex since no one was drinking tequila.

Bleeeh, too much info. I'm done.

don't judge me

So lately, I've been amusing myself at work by going on theknot. It's not my fault; weddings kinda consume my life. I can save a collection of all the wedding gowns I like and read about different wedding traditions and decor. I even look up the wedding web pages of couples who are going to get married here. Then, when I meet them, I already know what they look like, how they met, and how they got engaged! Creepy, huh? At least I've never designed my own engagement ring. That's just a step too far.

just giving the people what they want

Jake: why am i never on your blog
Jake: i might be a lot more inclined to stalk it
me: well, have you ever been there when my car breaks down?
me: I dunno, maybe if you say something reeaally hilarious
Jake: its impossible
Jake: beacuse im pretty funny all the time
Jake: nothing really stands out
Jake: plus you never laugh at me
me: I do too
me: just not excessively

... ... ...
me: apparently Avril Lavigne is engaged
me: I thought you'd like to know
Jake: i hope the post office can find my proposal i mailed to her before she reads it
Jake: i might feel a little awkward
me: ha
me: ahahhahahahahaha
me: there you go


I do what I can

AOADID Part II

Lucky Number Three, baby!!!

It seems as if my car and I have started a weekly tradition. I think we'll call it "Flat Tire Wednesday" or something like that. Yep. We started this tradition a week ago, and I think it's really catching on. No work week is complete without Flat Tire Wednesday!!! Or maybe we can just shorten it to FTW. The great thing about it is how it's so routine and yet spontaneous at the same time. For instance, this time, FTW took place on 175 instead of 95, and it was the passenger's side instead of the driver's side. That's my car, always keeping me on my toes.

But seriously, the first thing I thought was, You gotta be ----ing kidding me. Then the second thing was, I'm getting a second chance to redeem myself! I'm gonna take it like a man and change the tire. So, from my extensive experience, I will now teach you how to change a tire (on my car; yours might be different).

1. Open trunk.
2. Unscrew spare tire. (This is further than I made it last time.)
3. Remove hubcap from affected tire.
4. Put jack under car.
5. Start to elevate car.
6. When old man named Larry pulls over and asks if you need help, say yes. (This will make things go quicker.)
7. Show off your new car knowledge by saying that this is clearly a valve stem problem.
8. When the car falls down and crushes the jack, and Larry asks you if you put on the parking brake, admit your oversight and go put on the parking brake.
9. Larry will take it from here.
   

Guys, it's that easy.
Happy driving!

I'm allowed a cheesy sincere post every once in awhile

I've decided that one of my greatest role models in life is Dharma Freedom Finklestein Montgomery. The fact that she doesn't actually exist pales in comparison to the amazing person that she is.




She doesn't live in the same world that everyone else does. The thought of comparing herself to others rarely enters her mind because she sees the value and beauty of each person, including herself. She is carefree and doesn't even worry about the standards and norms of this society. She treats everyone she meets with respect and a whole lot of compassion, never doubting that she should sacrifice to others her time and resources, much to the annoyance of her husband when she does things like give up their vacation so some strangers can sit together on the plane, or wants to raise the baby of their checkout girl from the supermarket. Why not? She realizes that all of humanity is connected. She sees a need and does everything she can to help out. However, when she screws up her husband's own comfort zone, she is quick to do what she can to make him happy, because he is her best friend and partner in life. She enjoys the simple things, and she stands up for the environment and the freaks and rejects of this world. She wants to change the world, and she believes it's worth it to do that one life at a time.

I once had a teacher who told us we needed to beware of watching that show, cause although it was funny, they were trying to infiltrate our minds with philosophies of Eastern religions. He probably also said that cause they talked about sex a lot. However, I disagree, because I think Dharma is very much like Jesus, who also lived in a way that seemed so backwards to everyone else, a way that was based completely on compassion and opposition to the status quo of making yourself look good at the expense of others. I think people that claim to follow Jesus should look a lot more like Dharma.

3 boy and 5 girl

Work is usually lonely when my boss is gone. I have the whole Chapel mostly to myself. Occasionally some chaplains will come in, or some maintenance people. One such old maintenance man comes in once a week to water our plants. It's not really his job, but apparently we don't take good enough care of the plants, so he's kind of adopted them. Today he walked in, watered the plants, talked to me a little in his great accent, and left. Then he walked in again, as if he forgot something he wanted to tell me. He said:

The other day, my wife left the door open, and all these flies come in. I get so angry, I start killing them. So then, I kill eight flies. And I lay them all on my wife newspaper, in a little row.
When she sees them, I say, "I kill these flies that you let in. 3 boy and 5 girl."
And she say, "How can you tell?"
I say, "Well, 3 of them were flying in my tequila glass."
She say, "And the other 5?"
"Mirrors."

Then he left again.

tradition

+ =
happy Änna

...must find a way to make it happen

oh the fam

I haven't been on a family vacation since I was maybe 10 years old. I mean, we go to Massachusetts every year, but that's just lounging by the lake and fulfilling traditions that I look forward to all year. I'm not really a sightseer/tourist kinda girl. We haven't been on a family vacation with an itinerary in years, but in August, my parents, my brother, and I are going to visit my sister in Redwood City, which is right outside of San Francisco. At dinner tonight, we were discussing all the things we were going to do. Hike Half Dome in Yosemite (I don't think I can do it!), ride the cable cars, go to Sausalito, go to Monterey, go to wine tastings. I like to do relaxing things...like maybe swim in Lake Tahoe or picnic and watch the seals....not drive somewhere, take pictures, and leave. We've been discussing the plans almost every time we get together.

Mom: Well I just have one thing that would make me happy.
me: I know, that we all get along.
Mom: Exactly, I don't want any arguing while we're there.
me: Now do you mean arguing...or witty banter? [cause sometimes that upsets her]
Jan: Oh, the witty banter can't be denied.

First vacation together as adults, or mostly adults...this could be interesting.

I am a genius

I sure have made this Friday night a success. Part of me doesn't feel like advertising this, but part of me doesn't really care at all and just likes to talk.

I just woke up from a nap.
It's 11:37 at night. Sweet. It's not really my fault though. I don't get any sleep all week, and now with my plethora of car problems, I find out I shouldn't drive it until it's completely fixed. It's been doing this thing where when I brake at high speeds, it shakes like it's about to fall apart. Hahaaaaa, it never ends. I'm pretty sure those Sears Automotive guys are sabotaging us. Anyways...there was nothing left to do but renew my relationship with my bed. It had been awhile. But it looks like it didn't take me long to remember how to nap for 4 hours. This reminds me of the times freshman year when I'd get home from class at 4:00, go to sleep, and wake up at 8:00 so I could stumble into Lindsey and Ena's room and complain that they hadn't woken me up and I was missing the party. And party=ridiculousness involving animal crackers or secret capers or taking lots of pictures of ourselves and videos of Ronny acting like a monkey.

(there were pictures here, not sure why I lost em all)

But I digress.


I don't want this to become a place where I just complain about things, so I better say something positive, and quick.

I thoroughly enjoyed my nap.

Now I am off to do something awesome and worthwhile. Honestly...I'm not even sure if I'm being sarcastic or not anymore.