I left my voice in NH, and other points from my weekend getaway

• I’m back all in one piece, and I made the zip line my bitch on Friday. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just a spec freaked out by the time we got to the top of the mountain (?) where we were setup to take our first zip down. The six of us girls clearly dominated the majority of the group, joined in by a good looking dad, his wife, and his daughter, and one other couple. After the first “zip” we were really into it, and the whole thing was a wicked blast. Our tour was led by a better looking version of Screech. He was hilarious and one of those people who you can tell just really digs their job. I like these types. Outdoorsy and good hair = plus two. Here’s the beast we took up the mountain: 

• Oh, the watermelon! That’s one worth mentioning, a- considering how much talk there was about the damn thing beforehand, and b- since it came out so damn good (after a lot of prep-work)! Now I’ll tell ya, this soaking-of-the-vodka process? It’s no quick thing. Don’t go expecting to prepare this concoction and enjoy it an hour later. I put the vodka into the watermelon on Saturday morning thinking we could bust into it maybe that night if we were lucky, otherwise go for it on Sunday. Well, it wasn’t absorbing anything too quickly, and RS wasn’t kidding when he emphasized rotating the thing. By Sunday afternoon, it still not soaking the vodka up, we decided to chop the thing up, put it in a bowl, and give that a go. Cha-ching! Finally- end result, wickedly delicious watermelon, 8 tipsy vacationers.   Here’s a picture of Watermelon Concoction 2008:



• Right, you may have noticed we some how picked up 2 more vacay-ers along the way? No, unfortunately none of the three single girls in our group struck gold with any fine looking neighbors. It goes back to something that would only happen to us while three and a half hours away on vacation: car trouble. Of course. Luckily we had split up and taken two cars up there, because car number two decided to crap out on us mid-trip, leaving us with 6 girls 1 car, a tow-truck situation on our hands and no way in hell to get us and all our gear back home.
  Fail.
  So Sunday night we added two males into the mix- the fiance of one, and his cousin who came up to join in on the action for a night and cart half of our group home the next day.
  Somewhere in the mix of that evening I seem to have lost my voice, and now sound like a cross between a 68 year old chain smoker and a 14 year old boy going through puberty. Hot. 

• SATC. There was lots of it. The pink velvety case was displayed on our coffee table for the duration of the trip, and yes, we did even throw an episode in for a second on Sunday night with the men there. Needing to find a certain scene with Big that kept coming up was of utmost importance. 
• We rocked out a good solid Power TWO Hour upon arriving at our place. One hour just didn’t seem like enough, so we kept at it (that’s what she said). We were playing with two sweet mixes- one was 80’s, the other some random compilation of music that made us want to bust a move. Which we did, outside on our sweet deck until the bugs got too much to take and it was time for more SATC. (A couple of you may or may not have been the recipient of a nice Tipsy Text from yours truly during this adventure) Lights out by 10:30 that night, needless to say. 

• Most all of our activities needed to be enjoyed indoors, since, definition of us and our vacays, it dumped rain pretty much the entire time. No biggie. We had enough food and alcohol to feed an army, games that made us laugh so hard that Little Miss Priss in the condo down below us had to bust the party because we were so loud, digital cameras, outlets 15 minutes down the road that were calling our name, and did I mention, SATC? 
• Oh, here’s a really really cute puppy we met one afternoon when we went to a random nail salon to get mani/pedis. His name is Lucky; tell me you don’t want to instantly hug him?

All in all, I’d give the trip a solid 8.5 (factoring in the rain and the car troubles we encountered). Pretty damn good!

I forgot, we saw a moose on the side of the road on our way to the zip line excursion. That was fun.

 

seeing my way out of here in three days

On Thursday I leave for a long weekend getaway with my five girlfriends to a sweet little condo in NH.  Last year we rocked out Bike Week in Myrtle Beach (we didn’t actually plan to go on Bike Week, we just kind of fell upon it.  Also turned out that not only was it Bike Week, it was Black Bike Week.  And that’s not me being racist, it’s just the straight up facts and the name that the festivities go by down there- here, check it out for yourself!)

I know, if you read my post over at AllTheWine you might be wondering then, why the hell is she so gung ho on complaining about a Monday?  I’m asking myself the same question right around now, because as it turns out, today wasn’t so bad afterall.  Because it’s the end of the “year” (fiscal year that is) at work this month, we all have to bust ass to get our stuff done by July 1.  And since Wednesday is my last day before vacay, I’m extra busy writing blog posts getting work done before then. 

So this year instead of doing the whole flying thing, which costs major bucks nowadays and we have two new engagements in the group (ie, it’s $$ saving time), we opted for something a little more local.  So we’re kickin it in a furnished condo this year instead, driving up Thursday, partaking in local actvities and all in all planning a hell of a lot of relaxing time.

Oh, and we’re signed up to do a zip line excursion.  Yeah, we’ll see how that turns out.  I’m actually beyond pumped for it, we may just need to reference an adult cocktail or two ahead of time to calm the nerves.

Speaking of, has anyone ever done the whole vodka/watermelon concoction?  Rs27 mentioned it over at his place today and it reminded me of how I’ve always wanted to try that one out.  Are there certain instructions on how to whip this up?  Is it simply just about pouring a bottle of vodka in a watermelon and going to town?  Should I google this or what?  Since this is the only way I’ve ever enjoyed a watermelon/vodka combo, I guess I’m just a little clueless.

There’s a new episode of Intervention on, or at least one I haven’t seen, so I need to be going.  Besides, I’ve probably given you enough randomness to make you want to reach for your own adult beverage of choice right about now.

Oh but wait, check out the new HOH over there.  Thanks to all of you for helped me out with some suggestions- rest assured I have them tucked away for another day.  All were damn good choices, I just felt like my heart was telling me to go with this guy because let’s face it, he’s in a uniform and that kind of thing just undoes me. 

 

I’m going going, back back…

So something went funky last night in My Bed because I woke up and my comforter was half on the bed half on the floor, I was sweating and cold, and my shirt was on backwards.  I do believe that said shirt mixup happened prior to going to bed, rather than mysteriously in the midst of a dream filled night, but I cannot even be certain of that.  We got home late from the Sox game (finally in the 9th inning they put Papelbon in), and after Fenway Franks and a handful of beers, I was completely wiped out by the time my roommate and I got in at 12:00am.  

And even Cosmo noticed something was up, as he continued to paw my head this morning at 5:30am.  I had a talk with him and pleaded that he stop that nonsense, which, he did, thankfully.  I gave him a birthday hug (he’s 1 today!, a Taurus too!) and rolled over and fell asleep to his soft purrs (I’ll stop now, lest I freak you all out with Single Cat Woman fodder).  

I have heaps to do today.  Some banking things and CVS type Pre-Trip-Shopping things.  A pedi after work followed by a bridesmaid meeting after that.  And then there’s the packing, which I haven’t even begun to think about.  I know my biggest problem will inevitably be how to cut back on the number of shoes I will attempt to stuff into my suitcase for a five day get-away.  

Thankfully, these are all Pretty Good Things, as they are prepping me for (finally) a sweet Little Getaway that I so need.  That all three of us need.  My mom, myself, and my dear roommate- who, as fate would have it, lost her precious grandfather yesterday.  Yesterday.  Could she and I live more parallel lives?  Yeah, this Getaway couldn’t be MORE timely.  

Anywhoots, I hope all of you have lovely weekends and hey, Happy May!  Oh and how about this gem- did you KNOW, holy hell, that my birthday, May 4, just so happens to also be International Firefighter’s Day?!  Yeah, I totally shit you not.  Could The Universe be trying to tell me something?  Like, I don’t know, that I need to end up with a Man in Uniform, like my old flame (get it?  ha. ha. ha.) down the street?!  

Off to Cali tomorrow… have a great weekend bloggybuds.  Catch you on the flip side!

 

2007

The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine  

It’s almost New Years and I’ve been tagged to do a little recapski of the year and I just don’t know where to really begin.

This year, I am again fortunate enough to say that I have been surrounded by and blessed with a wonderful family.   Family that has been through a heck of a lot this year.   You know that saying, “when life hands you lemons, make lemonade?”  Welp, with the lemons my family, my grandparents in particular, have been handed this year, I swear I could be whipping up lemonade drinks for all of you and your friends, for a long while!  (alcoholic versions, of course)  It’s been a tough year with what has been going on.   Looks as though things aren’t looking so good for the start of 2008 either.  The health of my grandfather is worse than we had once thought.  It’s bad.  That’s all I can really bear to write at this point.  But, one thing I know for sure is that I couldn’t be more fortunate, more grateful, and feel more blessed for the wonderful family I do have.   We’re going through a lot, but we have such a strong family, have each other, and we are rallying up.  Trying to deal.  The best we can.  

And then there’s my friends.  My amazing, wonderful, charismatic, hysterical, exciting group of friends.   For them I am so completely grateful and I swear not a day goes by that I don’t realize how good I’ve got it.   These friends, we’ve have been there with each other through it all.   The good the bad and the not so pretty.  The late nights, the run ins with exes, heartaches and triumphs, disappointments and accomplishments.   We’ve all been together, through thick and thin.  These friends I’ve got, them and my family, are one constant I got going in my life.  When life is so fragile and delicate and can really change in the blink of an eye, it’s so comforting to know that I have so many wonderful people with me in my corner.

I’ve been there and done a lot this year.  Competed in two triathlons, took several enriching writing classes and seminars.  Tried new foods and dated different types of men.  I even learned how to (almost) master uploading pictures on this here blog, and yes, I do consider that an Accomplishment of 2007.  There have been so many little moments.  Those small moments in a converstion with a best friend, the inside jokes, the words that don’t need to be said but that are shared accross the table over a lowe lip bite and another sip of beer.  Those many moments that pass by all too quickly.  The feeling in a day when you have the sense that all is just right.  So many little, special, unique moments that I’ve taken in over a year.  Too many to list out here, but all tucked away as meaningful memories in my heart.

Oh, and then there’s the traveling I’ve done this year.  Traveling, which I just can’t seem to get enough of, for I’m forever in search of a little getaway.  I’ve vacay-ed in Miami and Myrtle Beach, Reno and Lake Tahoe, long weekends in NH, Maine, the Cape and NY.   I hope to keep with this travel trend in the year to come too because I find that getting the heck out of dodge just does wonders for restoring the soul and gaining new perspective and realizing that there is so much more than just the city I live in and the sights I see every day.  And also, getting out? even for a day or two, as sweet and wonderful as it is and for all it’s good, it really makes one appreciate home that much more too.

And I have a wonderful home, or apartment rather.  A roof over my head which I think during a year long recap is actually something to recognize because so many people do not have this.  A cozy apartment that I share with someone who is not only just a “roommate” but who is also a best friend.   A cat who is pumped when I arrive back at these digs every day, who loves me with no question and just so happens to be a good snuggler too.   A dependable guy in my life, who’da thunk?!

Ah, relationships.  There have been a few this year, although nothing wickedly awesome to speak of.   I took off 2007 with my heart a little heavy over a certain someone who I had that kind of unrequited love with.   Were distances shorter, timing different, maybe things with he and I would work.   But I finally realized it was time to let that hope go, not let it keep that grip on me as it had so successfully done for so long.   And I eventually learned how to be (pretty mostly) okay with that.   And there have been other men.  Men I’ve dated who have most certainly been duds.  Men who I’ve dated who I just haven’t felt that zsa zsa zsu with.   Men who I’ve felt it with but it just wasn’t meant to be.  Ah, yet through all of these dates, I guess I can say one thing.   I have learned even more what I want by sometimes getting what I don’t.  And learning, well that’s got to be a good thing right?   Getting a little bit closer to fine, relationship wise, I have to feel like that’s what I’ve done.   And sure, some of this learning was at the cost of a couple heartaches and disappointments, but in the end, worth it, because I am able to say that I have grown.

I have grown stronger, more independent.  More confident and sure of myself.  More aware of who I am, the type of friend, lover, daughter, date, and all around person that I want to be.  This year has had it’s ups and downs for sure, but I am able to say that I have lived authentically and loved passionately, and for that, I feel thankful.  I’m ready to say goodbye to 2007, close that chapter and be on to the next.   

Ready for new beginnings.  

Much happiness and many good things to all of you and your loved ones in the year ahead.

 

monitor this crazy

Hi there blog, remember me?  Man, what a week without internet access at home will do to a girl.   Our computer monitor shit the bed on Wednesday, causing my roommate to call me, frazzled from home (lucky lady, gets to work from home one day a week), needing the number for Dell Support.   Hell if I know what the issue was.  She was on the phone with Dell, I’m online in some sort of chat something with some support someone, trying to explain a situation I know nothing about and holy hell, is it not clear why I have a “technology drives me to drink” tag?   Right.  Sucks.

But we’re back in action, new monitor and all.  And here I am, behind on reading all your posts and commenting, hardly offering much updates on here, and tragically, not updating this weeks HOH yet.   The horror!

A week ago (when I introduced to you all, The Crazy), the guy I wrote about came out with my group of friends and I to a local brewery.  I wouldn’t necessarily say it was a “test,” per se… well, maybe not in those exact words.   Or maybe I would.  It was.  Pretty much a big test, because for me, it’s a big thing that the guy I’m dating can mesh in well with my group of friends.   We’re all very very close, also quite welcoming, so it wasn’t a big deal, it shouldn’t be at least.  And actually, it wasn’t.   He did well.  Meshed in good, was able to hold his own with my guy friends while I was off talking with the girls, that was all fine.  But as you can tell on my last post, the sparks?  They just… never happened.  I waited for it and waited for it.  Hoped it would happen, tried to give the “chemistry develops over time” bit a chance; I really did.  And I still believe that can happen, the progression of it all.   But bottom line, something, some… attraction, has to be there from the getgo.  It just has to be, at least for me.

So that’s on the wrap up.  I still need to have “that” conversation, which, I’m not looking forward to.   Oh, and?  To top this whole thing all off?  I get back from a retail therapy lunch today, to a beautiful arrangement of flowers on my desk.  Delivered to my office, from him.  With a really kind, thoughtful, sweet note, to cheer me up about everything going on with my grandparents.  They are beautiful.  It’s all so very nice and thoughtful, and sweet.  But, as nice as it all is… it doesn’t really make up for the chemistry that is missing.  I wish it could.  It makes it that much harder to tell him that I’m not feeling it.

Anyway.  I feel I owe it to him to be up front and honest about things.  So tomorrow we are meeting for coffee at Barnes and Noble, and good lord, I hope it goes smoothly.

And on a week when I actually felt like I had a lot to say (go figure), I am not able to come here and write it out.   I want to update you all on the wonderful time I had last weekend with the little mini trip I took to NY.  Show you some pictures from that much needed escape.   Talk to you about a good friend I have, a platonic relationship, Joey and Dawson style, that is really making me smile lately. 

So I’ll be back.  Probably tomorrow when I have a little more time and clarity.   My mind is still quite heavy, laden with family stuff and what not.  So tonight, just back from visiting with my grandparents, both home from hospital stays, finally, I plan to sit down with some wine and just be.  Hope you all have a great Friday and weekend.

 

my shoulder just bled

 *

I am in the midst of unpacking from nights away and weekends away, from my trip to Reno and even that trip to Maine that was, as wild as it is to admit, almost a month ago.  It’s not wild that it was a month ago, but it’s more than a spec normal that it has been almost a month, and I have still not unpacked. 

Yeah, that’s right.  I have two suitcases going, one blue Adidas bag (hello high school?!), one pink! backpack, one Victoria’s Secret bag, and one random other bag with triathlon gear from my race now a week and a half ago, all completely filled to the flipping brim with stuff.  Just stuff.  Heaps of it.  My rationale?  Is that it’s all neat, and it’s all clean.  You see, I figure, if it’s packed away, back in my suitcase at the end of my trip, my race, my overnight, that it’s then okay to leave it in there, still packed, neat in it’s little place, in it’s spot for weeks on end.

But eventually?  Living out of a suitcase when you’re at home just doesn’t cut it anymore.  And that’s what I’ve been doing.  Because I go away, packing a hell of a lot more than I would ever actually need.   We’re talking 7 shirts for a three night excursion.  I’m not a light packer.  And this means, that when I get back, I have all of my stuff packed.  And when it’s not just one trip we’re talking about, but a month + worth, and having gone away a lot over this month +, the cold hard facts are, it’s beginning to verge on mayhem.

Cosmo is all up in the suitcases at night.  Flipping and chewing away at strings on bikinis, small travel sized toothpastes, bras.  I wake up finding lip gloss in the kitchen, a contact case under my bed, and again with the random condoms that he seems to be finding.  Good lord, is he trying to tell me something?  Perhaps he has a man for me?  In uniform, with good hair? 

So, I began this post saying I was in the midst of clothes and an unpacked freak show, and before this gets any more out of control, I am going to make myself not procrastinate any longer and just get on with it.  Because I just tripped over a tag on a suitcase and cut my shoulder.  If that’s not a sign, I don’t what is.

*Why can’t this fine looking, shirtless chap help me?

 

Cheers Darlin’

When I’m in the midst of basking in a Friday night such as this one, with Damien Rice tunes in my head (reminiscing on his concert that I saw this week), laying around in comfy clothes, with no where to be but right here in my apartment, I am reminded of how I miss these type of nights. 

After coming home from work tonight, I peeled off my work clothes, laced up my sneakers, and headed to the gym for a light workout before my race on Sunday.  I have mentioned before how much I freaking loathe the gym at night, for all the meatheads and makeup-ed princesses that stut their stuff there (ring a bell Brandy?  Pink?).  I quickly learned that Friday night is a whole different scene than the nightly gym encounters that I so despise.  Frankly it was pretty empty, sprinkled about with a few couples who work out together (hmm?  not really my thing.  I don’t know about you, but workout time is my time.  But, eh, to each their own I guess), a few older women, and one or two actually not so bad looking guys.  Go figure?!  So I got a quick workout in, went back out into the 92 degree humidity that prevented me from running tonight as I had hoped to do in the first place, and I made my way to the packy.

(Do people not from Mass say packy?)

I picked myself up a 6 pack of beer, went to my favorite sub shop, “The Subway” (original?), got myself an Italian sub (with hots), and made my way home.

And I’ll tell ya, I had just about one of the best showers ever.  I cracked open a beer, brought one in the shower with me (because why not?), and proceeded to remember the goodness that is a long shower.  I bust my ass every morning, working on a set, precise schedule that allows me time to (on a good day) workout first thing, feed the kitty C-mo, have about 8 minutes to shower, do my getting ready bit in about 19 minutes, while watching SBTB/the Today Show.  This sometimes leaves time for a quick bowl of cereal, usually not, and if I’m lucky, time to whip up a quick lunch.  What I’m saying is, the shower?  It’s quick.  And to the point.  The system works well for me, but going at this pace and routine for so long, I’ve kind of forgotten how indulgent a longer shower can actually be.

To not rush through the shampoo/conditioning process!  To use a freaking body scrub!  To not knick myself shaving.  To drink a beer in the shower, with no reserve. 

This is what I’m saying.  What I’m missing.  Friday nights like this where my biggest plan is to spend the night with Clinton and Stacy.  When I finally get the chance to catch up on all of the blogs I’ve been reading solely through google reader and not commenting on.  To good lord, update my own digs here.  Time to just sit, read Glamour or Vogue.  Read an actual book!  To just relax, just chill, opting to not dance it out, and instead just regroup from the week.  This is what I’m digging tonight.

I guess it’s just the wrap up of summer.  Things going on all the time, and it’s not as though I don’t have things to write about.  Like my wonderful trip to Reno.  How I spent five hours on a boat in Tahoe and it was heavenly.  How I ate more ribs that I have ever eaten in my whole life combined at a rib cookoff last Saturday.  Meeting a cute guy on the plane and spending two flights and a four hour layover together.  Hottie Damien Rice’s amazing concert, and oh, head of hair.  The triathlon that I’m doing on Sunday.  The promise of some cold beers and a Pat’s party following the race, with my closest friends.

So I’m still around.  I’m still reading all of you and missing one particular blogger who is taking a hiatus.  I’m still planning to get caught up, and I’m hoping that one day?  maybe soon, (who knows, maybe not?), I’ll find that bloggy inspiration again, to write more posts of substance.  Not that I’ve ever claimed to be a “take-your-breath-away” type of blogger.  But, you know.  Perhaps a post may come out of the woodwork of my summer brain that will talk about more than just good heads of hair and cocktails.

And maybe not.

Happy weekend!

 

welp, see ya later.

In two days (two days!) I leave for Reno for a long weekend.  And I thought to myself last week, that since I won’t be blogging much (at all?) while I’m vacay-ing in Nevada (with my roommate, who has never been!) that I’d try and get in a few solid posts of sustinence in here.  Well, looks like I’m not going to be able to deliver.

Because I haven’t had time.

My weekend was consumed with boat rides, realllllly yummy jello shots, jetskiing and then bruising (you should see the size of this thing!), belting out tunes on a three and a half hour ride with the sunroof open and the windows down, getting a spec lost and that being totally okay, feeding a duck we named Daisy, making friends with a wedding party at a local bar and a guy who was a dead ringer for Bob Saget, and sunning ourselves.

And then this week has been busy, really busy at work.  And I’ve been spending time doing last minute things you do before a trip.  Like laundry and kittysitting arrangements.  And getting together for dinner with ex boyfriends who now have a 10 and a half month baby boy.

Oh and then there’s that triathlon in a week and a half that I should be spending more time training for.  I mean I’m running, but the biking?  Not so much.  I’m doing this one with a friend and afterwards we are all heading to a Pat’s opening day party, and I’m taking the next Monday as a personal day, because I can.

So anyway, what I’m trying to say?, is that I wanted to, I had every intention of, getting a meaty post or two in before my trip.  It just doesn’t look like it’s in the cards.  Oh, speaking of cards, I learned how to play Texas Hold Em’ (is that how you say/spell? it anyway?) this weekend! 

I’m realizing this post is kind of scattered.  So while I’m at it, I’m going to bullet, just a spec.  Because it’s how I roll, truly.

• I’m reading The Time Traveler’s Wife.  I’m loving it.
• I have a soul mate post in the works, which seems to be kind of a theme of late.
• I met a cute guy, with a good head of hair last weekend.  He didn’t talk much, and when he did, he taught me about birds, and nesting.  This was a bit concerning.  He had nice eyes.
• I love babies and children.  Lately, I cannot get enough of them.
• Spell check on here is not working, again, so please ignore any mistakes.
• I tried uploading some sort of “podcast” on here, and I’m sure you can all just GUESS how that went.  I proceeded to make a cocktail directly after, while watching The Hills, on the seat of my pants. 
• You all probably know about my addiction to shoes.  And accessories.  But cards?  Lately they have taken the cake.  I cannot buy enough cards.  I always have to have some on hand “in case.”
• Lately I’m digging this song and this one.  I’m going to see him (!)  next week, and her in October.
• Diet Coke Plus?  Seriously?  Really baffles me. 
• Lastly, I will leave you with a new good head of hair pick, so I’m at least good for something!

Hope that everyone has a great Labor Day weekend filled with friends and family, end of the summer festivities and grilled things, and a smile on your face knowing fall is right around the corner.

 

pictures are overrated, right?

I have been trying for forever to post pictures from my weekend away in Maine.  I never claimed to be any kind of savvy with computer stuff.  But holy hell, shouldn’t it be simpler than this?  I read the Q&A section here on WordPress.  Then I went to the damn forums?  Which are confusing?  And not very helpful, at least not in this circumstance.

Geeze, I wanted to post pictures of the beautiful ocean view from the room I stayed in.  Of the waves as they crashed onto the sand during an early morning jog.  I was maybe even going to get ballsy and post a picture of me!  But nope.  Flippin’ WordPress will have none of it. 

Which really irks me because here I was with the whole “a picture is worth a thousand words” mentality for this weekend.  Because the pictures, they are just SO pretty, so breathtaking, that the words I could come up with to describe them?  And the weekend?  They couldn’t really do it all justice.

And I’m sorry that now this has turned into a ranting post about how I suck at all things involved with uploading and embedding?, and thumbnails vs. not.  Because it was such a really great, relaxing, special weekend away, that I really didn’t intend to let any of this negativity with fucking posting pictures trying patiently to get some pictures up here, to overshadow all the goodness of the weekend.

I’ll keep trying.  But I’m about to flip out and frankly, I need to keep with the relaxed beach feel that I still feel a spec of in my bones.  So for now I guess you will just have to take my word for it, and hopefully one of these days soon I’ll be able to figure this “complex” picture thing out.

**UPDATE** Here is a link to some of the pictures that I have on flickr from the weekend. 

**UPDATE #2** Happy Birthday Brandy!! 

 

Nubble

Today I learned that I’m 85% addicted to blogging (Thanks Airam for the quiz.  I still can’t figure out how to get the little picture on here.)  Anyway.  Because apparently I’m pretty addicted, it may or may not be hard for me to be away for a long weekend.  I’m going to Maine with my family, to celebrate my grandmother feeling pretty good lately and her two month breakski from chemo.  I have a sneaky suspicion that blogging might be pretty far from my mind while I’m gone. (And look at the picture!  Isn’t it gorgeous there?)  However.  I know me, and I’m bringing a laptop and who knows what I may or may not bust out. 

My friend B is going to check on C-mo while I’m gone, since my roommate will be at the Cape and he’ll have the run of the place for three days.  And he’s getting bigger!  Last week at the vet I was told that he “gained a kitten.”  He’s 5lbs now.  My special boy.

Anyway, I hope all of you have a great weekend!  I’m about to go search for a new good head of hair pick.  Oh, and I further confirmed my thought that I definitely got this hair thing from my mom.  She listed about 10 men tonight, over dinner and martinis, that she likes based on their hair.  (Sigh)  She flippin’ rocks.  For a gazillion reasons.  Which reminds me, I should do a post about that one of these days.

Happy pre-TGIF.

(”Nubble” is a funny word, huh?  Maybe it reminds me of nipple.  Hmm.)