Missin this big lug.

What the...?

VicTOOOOORIA

Victoria was boss.

Do you know how hard it is to get a bunch of mangy single adults to agree on 1 activity on a vacation? The only thing we could all agree on was "We have to do something AWEsome." But "AWEsome" could be many things, and many different amounts of money. We also felt uneasy splitting up, because cell phone service was either non-existent or cost big bucks per minute. It seemed we could spend 20 minutes debating the value of an activity, only to find that because we'd taken so long deciding, this activity was no longer an option. Oh, the soft power struggles. I may or may not have needed to soap out my mouth a few times, but I'm very good at saying things under my breath, so I didn't offend any old ladies.

Luckily, a tall blonde and handsome guy took the reigns and before anyone knew what was happening, we were on a Sea Plane with a bird's eye view of the entire luscious Victoria. We experienced Zero Gravity when the studly pilot Mick did a few dips, and I actually watched Jeff's camera float out of his hands. So cool. Dre almost threw up. So cool that she didn't.


Did you know that Victoria is the most haunted city in Canada? Me either, eh! bahahahahaahaha

We spotted a "Ghostly Walk" tour. We were intrigued; as far as I know OC doesn't offer such things. A bunch of non-believers there. We started by opening up our Chakras and I tried not to laugh. Then strolled past the "remaining energy bodies" in various locales, and I marveled at the story tellers' Gwen Stefani head phones. Juicy. At the end they said, "If you ever find out about any hauntings in Victoria, please email us." Oh, I am going to have SO much fun with that. I thought they'd never ask.

We ate fish and chips (or I just ate a bucket of double fried chips, and when I say bucket I do mean bucket), and then we hoofed it out to some famous donut shop, but by the time we got there all the good ones were gone and I was a little fearful that we weren't going to make it back onto the boat in time, or that if we did one of our number would not make it, because he was still looking for his lost camera and sunglasses. Turns out that plum sucks out of me the will to gorge myself.

We all did make it back onto the boat in time. Tired, chubby, spooked, but Victoria-ed, and therefore completely dazzled.

I would wish a Victoria on anyone.

P.S. For more pictures, check out Facebook. This is my sneaky way of getting my silent readers to come forth and show themselves, because you might have to add me.

2 New Things For Me

I want to learn how to sew. I keep talking about it, I think it's time to actually do it. I also would like to knit things other than scarves.

Today I was on the radio giving "friendship" advice. Shauna recorded it and soon it is rumored to be bloggable. While I was listening to myself I sputtered out a few nervous giggles. I have been told before I need to "cut to the chase" when talking. After hearing myself on the radio all I have to say is HOLY COW do I EVER need to cut to the chase. I'll just leave it at that.

Things that have little or nothing to do with a cruise:

Something that makes me dry heave, now and always:

I hate little snips habitually taken off words for the result of "li'l" or "'n". It absolutely grinds my nerves. Li'l Kim could have the vocal chops to rival that of Judy Collins but I'd still despise her. When I eat a Good 'n Plenty, I have to avert my eyes from the box. Can't we just talk like adults? Is it too much to ask for an AND?

Something that is difficult for me this week:

Climbing back on the "No Treats" wagon. All things considered, I didn't become as obese on the cruise as I'd anticipated. However, I tote around a few more libras than I'm accustomed to toting, and I wish they would get themselves hence! I might even be driven to a jog tonight after work because of the uncomfortable pull around the waist of my panteloons. And for all the many months I've gone eating sugar but once a week, it's appauling/amazing to me how quickly my body adapts to its continual presence again. It's like when I got my braces off. I got my retainer molds taken the same day, and 2 days after that when I went to pick them up, they were already tight on me. My teeth had already moved! What, 2 1/2 years of being raked in by metal tangs wasn't enough? Bad will gravitate back to bad ever so quickly. It makes me shudder.

Something that is perplexing for me this Tuesday and Wednesday:

What the am I supposed to do with myself now that American Idol is over? I thought I wouldn't miss it that much. Last night we (or I) kinda looked at each other (myself) like, "Now what?" Man, my life is juicy!

Something kinda neat:

Just when you think you live in the most idiotic, ill-managed state in the country, the powers that be decided to do something fair and uphold the vote that its people shoved in. Thanks, CA. You're a real gem. And next time Prop 8 is on the ballot, I'll be there and be square. Rufus Wainwright, I guess if you really want to get married it'll just have to be to one of my kind. :) Maybe me? I make really good cookies! I do I do!

Something kinda lame:

The work day is DUH-RAGGINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

Something that will not be good for me in the long run:

Jeff left his iPhone in my car at lunch, so it's now in my custody the rest of the day. Every minute that chips away with it close by is a minute that weakens my resolve to be a cheap skate and stick with a ghetto cell phone set up when my contract with Sprint is up in August.

Something that you should do right now:

Eat some candy.

Astoria Post Consolidation

Have you even been stuck on a Buoyant Pechanga? That's what our boat, the Carnival Splendor, felt like, especially at first. The decor was very gold accented with hot pink. I wish I'd taken a picture of the light fixture in my cabin. I can't even blame it on the decoration revolution of the 90s because it's a new ship. The actual experience of being there, without responsibility and surrounded by friends on that gigantic ship wasn't horrible, in fact, I was having a great time, but by Tuesday I was feeling quite ripe to set my feet upon the steady crust of dry land. Astoria, OR was our first stop, my first avenue for a vacation wish of stillness made true. When someone says "Astoria" everyone invariably follows that with, "GOONIES WAS FILMED THERE!" I joined in with an enthusiasm that was about 39% authentic. I've never seen it. I just join in because I imagine I would like it if I ever saw the cult classic.

We rushed off the boat. Land! Sweet Motionless Earth! I nearly dropped onto the ground to lend my lips to the gravel, but it's a good thing I didn't, because almost immediately after, it started pouring rain a la Costa Rica. My chap stick would have collected the mud before I could have jumped to my feet. I couldn't even look a few people in the eye; there had been an opportunity to pay more and upgrade to the Caribbean, and some had wanted to take it. Luckily it stopped raining about 5 minutes later, and spirits were lifted.


We traipsed around Astoria all day. It's a charming logging community full of people who were THRILLED beyond belief that our boat docked there. It had EVERYTHING to do with our infection vigor and vim; of this I am absolutely certain. First we hiked up a muddy hill to the Astoria Column and took a bunch of pictures. We made the pilgrimage to marvel at the Goony house that held absolutely no meaning to me, but was fun nonetheless. Yes, on a vacation, even the meaningless can beyond all reason hold meaning. :) I got a phone call from Shauna Lewis on her way home from the American Idol final performance; the update was well appreciated. My taste buds made friends with a Mexican Hot Chocolate. We walked along the water and I got a full 20 minutes to myself before Mike Cunningham yelled out, "Mer, why are you walking all alone and EMO over there?!"


I loved it. Really did.

Photo credit and praises be unto Mike Cunningham of the digitalorange.

We made it back on the boat for a leisurely dinner and dance party before some sleep and porting the next day in Victoria, British Columbia. Yeah yeah you KNOW I'll be talkin about that later!

Doer Not Sitter Part I

Enroll in Paralegal classes beginning June 22, check.

Clean out room (again) in parents' house with piles for garage sale that was supposed to happen 2 months ago, check.

And a happy Memorial Day to you.

America, I love you.

Brad Barttels says Kris won because after Gokey got kicked off, his fans channeled their affections toward the OTHER non-creepy guy.

I say it's because America is smart. Because when it comes down to it, America knows what's up.

And now I am so ready to move on with life.

Congrats, Kris Allen, you dark horse, you.

I'm back.

And thanks to many of you, my Google Reader boasts over 600 articles. I shall pour over these all week and gleefully entertain myself. Christmas came very early this year.

Let's get down to business. Great time. Loved it. Enough pictures to choke a piglet. So many in fact, I'm not going to even deal with them right now (and besides that, I have to wait for everyone else to put their pictures on facebook so I can decide if I want to use theirs or mine).

For now, I will say that I don't expect to ever hear my stomach growl again, believe I have found a new Meredith-Fad in yoga, have cultivated a testimony of the terrific bunk-mateness of Kiele Iverson, have made a dozen mental notes to myself to never EVER go to Canada without a coat no matter WHAT month of the year it is (sweatshirts don't quite cut it), and have fallen in love with said country. What a dream, and I mean that quite truly. I loved, loved, LOVED Canada. It doesn't get nearly enough credit. They dress a little funny, but the cities Victoria and Vancouver were absolutely delightful.

AAAAaaaaand of course I did lots of self-reflection in those moments when I was either able to zone out the louder voices of our group, and/or was alone in my "Stateroom" in between gluttonous meals or jacuzi dips. Here's a little moment of "Let's Get Our Real On". Somewhere in in the time since moving to CA last August I've become a sitter and not a doer. I don't even know how or when I let this happen. It's not that I haven't been enjoying my time. Quite the contrary. I've loved the last year of my life quite spectacularly. But I need some hobbies, I need some progression, and I need to get moving. Now this is getting quite cheesy, but these are the days, these are the times, my friends. Life actually is interesting to me. I need to dig deeper than I have been. Is anyone still reading this blog post? Didn't think so. Maybe I'll make my grandkids read it one day and say, "See kiddies? That's when I decided to take up bird watching, and look where it's gotten me!!!!" with a big toothless grin on my face.

Pics of le cruise to come.

8 Day Hiatus

Don't even bother checking this blog for another another 8 days. And then next Monday, only check it if you're quite prepared to be bombarded with tasty visuals of my vacay.

I've got in my possession a few books, some nail polish, bathing suits for le jacuzi, and scarves and sweaters with which to brave the biting air.

I wonder if they'll make me chocolate Diet Cokes and put a straw in it for me with the little scrap of wrapping still on the top for germ transfer prevention. It could happen. Oh yes, it could.

I just could not stop laughing when this article came up on my Google Reader feed.

A Moment of Clarity

Warning: This post might only be interesting to you if you watch American Idol and/or knew me and my roommates in the Fall of 2004 at BYU.

I pinpointed it. Adam Lambert's style of music is a million miles away from anything I'd ever choose to listen to, his performance mojo gives me the heebee jeebees (roll that tongue up and put it back in your trap!), and I'd love to just get me a cotton ball, some Sally Hansen "Vitamin E Infused" nail polish remover and go to town on his nails (and maybe his eyelids). BUT, grounds to dislike him though that may be, I think there's something else afoot here. Last night, something in his reaction to being passed through to the finals (feigned shock and chuckle) sparked my attention. Although he's done it a million times before, something was a smidgen different last night.

As I was falling asleep, it came to me: Adam Lambert is JUST like my former roommate's former boyfriend!!! Despite the difference in sexual orientation, they have similar diva-ish mannerisms, "battle" with false modesty, and I think the only reason I haven't realized how extremely similar their faces are until now is because Adam Lambert's hair is quite distracting in all its wrongness. Anyway, this Adam Lambert twin that I knew at BYU (and who may or may not be one of my friends on Facebook) broke my dear roommate's heart out of nowhere. Broke it into about a million pieces, dropped her like she was hot.

I really don't want him to win, ok America?

A Day Off

2 good things about today:

1. my tax return came in the mail, and

2. this Rufus Wainwright song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdMbHfA-e74

(embedding was disabled).

Narcissism at its finest!

Get ready to drum up your pity laughs, because I'm forced to work on a Sunday, I'm hungry, bored as H---, and this is all I can think to do....a TAG!!! I stole this from Annie Warner's bloggety blog.

1. WHAT TIME DID YOU GET UP THIS MORNING? I haven't woken up yet.

2. DIAMONDS OR PEARLS? A kiss on the hand may be quite providential, but diamonds are a girl's best friend...

3. WHAT WAS THE LAST FILM YOU SAW AT THE CINEMA? I had to think about that one... and I couldn't remember so I texted Jeff to ask and it was....Duplicity. Not my favorite, but still 2 hours well spent.


4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW? Uh, something like American Freaking Idol! I need to intoxicate myself with a couple of crime dramas or something, STAT, because now American Idol has only a Power Christian, a short skinny Southern dude (whom I love), and that girly guy left.

5. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY HAVE FOR BREAKFAST? I'm not a big breakfast person, as I usually get a stomach ache if I eat before noon. Sometimes I have Edamame. I know, ridiculous.

6. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME? Kathryn, and I've always been very proud of it.

7. WHAT FOOD DO YOU DISLIKE? MEAT. Barf. When I see a hamburger, I see a cow standing in tall grasses, chewin some cud, swishing its tail to get away the flies. If some farmer didn't shoot it between the eyes, it'd still be eating, pooping, reproducing...basically I over-analyze meat, just like almost everything else in life.

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CD? Meh... Easy Tiger by Ryan Adams, but it's hard to say. Sarah played something for me the other day that was awesome and I'm going to snake it from her and it might bump Ryan out of the running.

9. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE? Scion xA. Last night Jeff told me it's a smart car with a few more inches and seat belts.

10. WHAT IS YOU FAVORITE SANDWICH? Grilled cheese with thick bread and lots of cheese....ooh I could do myself in with those. The cheese + bread combo is my own personal brand of heroine (What did I just say?).

11. WHAT CHARACTERISTIC DO YOU DESPISE? In others, the characteristic of not paying me continual compliments, ad nauseum et infinitum.

12. FAVORITE ITEM OF CLOTHING? Suit me up with a turtleneck any day.

13. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD ON VACATION, WHERE WOULD YOU GO? Oregon, Washington, and Vancouver. Preferably on a boat. Not really. Basically anywhere that would get me a passport stamp would be interesting and dreamy to me, but I suppose I'd choose Monaco first. I've always wanted to go there for some reason.

14. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHROOM? Blue and White

15. FAVORITE BRAND OF CLOTHING? The older I get, the more I like J. Crew.

16. WHERE WOULD YOU RETIRE? My retirement plan when I was young was La Jolla, right across the street from the temple. Now I say France, and if my posterity wants a penny of inheritance, they better come visit m' old bones regularly!

17. WHAT WAS YOUR MOST MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY? 16. Elizabeth and I had a double bday party, and my crush of all crushes, Billy to the Nelson, came. Woot woot!

18. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? Ryan Gosling. Oh, I mean, uh, golf?

19. FAVORITE HOBBY? Knitting? I fly by the seat of my pants right now, and my hobbies come with me.

20. LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Yesterday. Somewhere along the lines on my mission I became tough as nails and my tear ducts were soldered shut. In the time I've been home, that decayed and now I cry fairly easily. As Jude Law said in The Holiday, I'm a weeper.

21. FAVORITE PLACE YOU LIVED? Costa Rica and Huntington Beach (besides home)

22. FAVORITE QUOTE? "A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal."

24. ARE YOU A MORNING OR NIGHT PERSON? Eh, I'm a downright beast until about 20 minutes after I first crack open my eyelids in the morning, but beyond that I wouldn't say I'm really one so much more than the other.

25. WHAT IS YOUR SHOE SIZE: 9.5

26. PETS? The sprightly and innocent Meredith of the 80s loved all things furry. Now in my snobbish adulthood, I can't stand dogs licking me, shedding their fuzz all over, and don't even get me started on demonic cats. I'd like to drop them all into a tub of vinegar. I appreciate animals' right to thrive and live, just not on my watch. Maybe I'll have a beta fish for my kids one day.

27. ANY NEW AND EXCITING NEWS YOU WANT TO SHARE? My mom makes the best fudge sauce known to mankind!!!!!

28. WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE? She-ra, Princess of Power, or a Rock Starlet

29. THINGS YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO? Despite the lame destination, 1 week of vacation which begins next Sunday.

30. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CANDY? A Milk Bordeaux from See's Candies

31. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER? The Sweet Peas that my mom propagates every year

32. WHAT IS A DAY ON THE CALENDAR YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO? July 11, my bday, baby! Pony rides and juggling for one and all!!!

34. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? A Sees Chocolate truffle from church -- in Irvine, they give you a pity chocolate on Mother's Day even if you haven't procreated, and I love them for it.

35. DO YOU WISH ON STARS? Huh?

36. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON COLOR WHAT WOULD COLOR WOULD YOU BE? The one that's easy to use.

37. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK? Any diet cola with crushed ice

38. FAVORITE RESTAURANT? California Pizza Kitchen or this little Greek place Jeff introduced me to

39. SIBLINGS? 2 sisters and 1 brother

40. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? Christmas

41. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD? Whatever toy my older sister had received for her bday.

42. SUMMER OR WINTER? Eh, I'm bursting out of my skin with excitement for both by the time they switch shifts.

43. HUGS OR KISSES? Depends on who it's coming from ;)

44. COFFEE OR TEA? I'm Mormon, so nix the coffee, and anyone who says herbal tea is good is lying.

45. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? The former. :)

47. FAVORITE STORE? Costco. Always something free to munch on, and you never know when they're going to sell something like Citizens of Humanity jeans for a screamin deal.

48. WHERE DID YOU LAST VACATION? Las Vegas, and I'm stealing the proof from my boyfriend's family blog.

49. WHAT IS UNDER YOUR BED? Oh my gosh. Bolts and bolts and bolts of fabric my mom's stashing away. My room in Irvine, which I'm inhabiting for the month of May, is only 10% my own now. Apparently in the Eaton family when you move out, your mom's shiz moves in.

50. WHO IS THE FRIEND YOU HAVE HAD THE LONGEST? Elizabeth was there showing violent affection from Day 1.

51. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? Jeff and I went to CPK for dinner, then watched a movie at his house and snuggled. My idea of a perfect evening, actually.

52. FAVORITE SMELL? Orange rolls

53. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? Drowning, burning, or being mortally wounded.

54. SALTY OR SWEET? There comes a time each Sunday evening when I have overdosed on sweets and want for some fritos and guacamole, but on a regular basis you could say I want sweets.

55. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR RING? 3 -- 1 for my car, 1 for my parents' house, and 1 for my old HB apartment (which I need to return still....)

56. HOW MANY YEARS AT YOUR CURRENT JOB? Ha!! Let's see if I make it to 3 months :).

57. FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK? Friday

58. HOW MANY TOWNS HAVE YOU LIVED IN? 9 in order: Farmington, UT/Palo Alto, CA/Irvine, CA/Provo, UT/San Jose, Costa Rica/Alajuela, Costa Rica/San Isidro, Costa Rica/Las Vegas, NV/Huntington Beach, CA

59. FAVORITE THING TO DO ON YOUR DAY OFF? Sleep in, rob a bank, pluck the wings off butterflies, eat lunch with friends, run errands, be SCHEDULE-LESS!

There. That took up some significant time on this duty-less shift of work.

Mumsy

My mom is the quintessential bomb-diggety. To the woman who got picked up on in France more than her daughters, the voice of wisdom, reason, and discipline in my head, I give a salute of the most loving kind.

Warning: There will be no discernable fluidity to this blog post.

People I've Recently Seen at Work (much to my surprise):

* 2 friends from high school I've not seen since the day I watched while everyone else tossed their caps (I wanted to keep the one I paid for).

* I don't know if this would qualify as recently, but at my last job at Charles David, I was always seeing celebrities, or thinking I was seeing them. Tinsel Town Hallucinations? Probably more like I didn't realize Orange County is filled with women who either just had that lazer eye surgery and thus must wear their designer aviators both indoors and when exposed to the outer elements, or just are hiding from their kids who might be at the same mall with their nannies at that same time. Anyway, I thought I saw J. Lo, Paris Hilton, Molly Sims, and a few others. I think the only one I did really see is

Tricia Zunker. The little darling from that darling little documentary I watched with Jeff, Brendon, and Phil last fall, A Lawyer Walks into a Bar. If you've seen the movie, you'll understand why I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of letting her in on the fact that I remembered her face and from whence it came.

* My 6th grade teacher. He was a good teacher, but a little Shmarmy McShmarmy. He is always coming into the store and most of the time I try and hide. He just makes me nervous for some reason, and I think the last time I saw him he asked what my latest was and I blurted out, "My sister had a baby!!!!" and tried to get out of there as soon as possible. ??? Anyway, avoid-avoid-avoid is the best policy with that man.

Question:

Why is it that so many of the people who have gone the greenest of the green, only eat organic, puke if they see a plastic bag, do yoga in their sleep, and are morally opposed to gluten (I'm talking about the employees at Whole Foods and Mother's Grocer & Cafe) are also the same people that have tattooed every inch of themselves? Isn't a tattoo the most UNnatural thing to do to yourself? Wouldn't the ink being pumped into your system by a needle of questionable origin completely undo all the good you did by eating that bread with the twigs sticking out of it?

One More Question:

Do you think that 98 Degrees will ever have a reunion tour?

The funk is over. It must be Friday.

Sometimes I think this blog, or any other blog for that matter, is a funny thing. An ex-boyfriend once said keeping a blog is like inviting the world to sleep on your couch. I think he was right.

P.S. to previous post

See now I like this. These were the days when the only things I wanted were cake and ballerina tu tus. I can even see the wheels spinning in my head. I may be looking at the camera, helping clean leaves in the blurry yard, but I was really thinking, "cakeistastycakeistastycakeistasty."

I want this outfit.

I want some other things too. I want a job that pays what I used to make with weekends off, I want an apartment in HB again, I want America to pick someone that doesn't grind my nerves on American Idol, I want to eat chocolate and not get fat, I want a phone that works and doesn't send people straight to voicemail when they call (preferably an iPhone?), I want to have all my family close by, I want a bookshelf so I can put my books on it and not in an ugly olive green rubber bin from Target clearance circa 2004, and I want world peace.

There. Done. I want a lot of things. I shouldn't be blogging when I'm sick and foggy and grumpy. I really do dig my life. I'm just feeling in a bit of a funk today -- it's my funk and I'll relish in it till the very end, or whenever the NyQuil kicks in.

rats

i feel i should blog something very interesting, but i'm pulling blanks. what could i blog?

that

* i'm sick? i won't mention who's to blame or what my specific symptoms are. it's ok, i'm off to work in a bit and the dayquil comes with me. my pain threshold is probably a -37. i am very well versed in the language of over-the-counter.

* every time i move i realize what pack rats we eatons are? it's horrid. even as much as i try to let go of things, it accumulates in the dumpsters' wake. i think this actually is not an EATON thing so much as a McOMBER thing. my dad's pretty good at letting go of the tangible but i remember overhearing a few disputes in the late 80s about whether or not my mom would be backed up in her quest to keep the useless ______s. i have to sit there and say to myself, "no, meredith, you DO NOT have to keep the card your young womens advisor wrote you in 1997. you just don't need to keep it." or, "that easter basket was very sweet of jeff, but you don't have enough space for it, clean and simple." i've decided to start taking pictures of the items that must be gone but not forgotten.

* i voted 75 times for kris allen last night, and then my boyfriend voted for him about 10 more times after me? if adam lambert gets in the bottom 3 again i just might say, "drinks on me, guys!" and then we'll all head over to sonic for a slushy something or other.

* there has been so much drama surrounding this cruise? bleh, what a mess. i've said it before, i'll say it again, it's going to be just like in apollo 13 when gary sinese's character is barred from the mission because he MIGHT have the measels, so they hastily throw in kevin bacon's ill-prepared playboy character, and there is strife in space. meanwhile, gary sinese is measels-free in houston and the pointed fingers bring little satisfaction. while i'm sure astoria is beautiful, we signed up for the mexican riviera, and i just have this inkling that while we're looking at rain drops, the pig flu will be all but a memory. and that is my last word on the cruise (until i post pictures in 3 weeks).

* i love you? there.

Good News/Bad News

Good news: When you go out of town for a weekend and don't spend any of your time by a computer, you get back to work on Monday and your Google Reader has 91 articles for you to read. I felt like it was Thanksgiving dinner!

Bad News: Due to the piglet flu, my cruise is officially re-routed for Oregon, Washington, and Canada. I checked the weather averages for May in the 3 stops: 60 degrees. It's ok, I'm happy to trade in my swim suit for a scarf, but I'm thinking the contest for "Most Times Down the Water Slide in a Single Afternoon" will be greeted less enthusiastically.

My sister just unearthed this picture.  How awesome would that be if I still had that sweater?  Little puff balls stuck to a sweater is the meaning of life.

Anyway, I had a good weekend with loads of good people.  Two-Square, pasta salad, baby drool and kisses, beauty parlor, religion, soft white couches, Wii, the New York New York hotel roller coaster, an extracted splinter, and many more things I'd remember if I weren't so sleep deprived :).  Isn't there some button I can push to make the weekend just extend a little bit?

Soon we'll be on the road agin, then it's back to work tomorrow, I've got to move, and keep lighting candles that the cruises aren't cancelled up to the 17th.  That pig flu's really gettin this girl down.

And a Happy Sabbath to one and all!