A Family Affair

After a family filled weekend in Savannah, it seems as if the week of Thanksgiving this year was filled with other people's families instead of mine. First, I met BF's mom- don't think I wasn't very nervous. I think things went well, and I really her, but it only serves to exacerbate my worries that things may just be a little too perfect. When did I get to be the girl who is waiting for the other shoe to drop? Well, if I am a bit trepidacious about my shiny, new BF, it seems my friends are not. A couple of weekends ago, while at Hocking Hills, when we were giggling and chatting about BF, Lyndsey confessed that she had told her mother when BF and I had kissed, and her mother had been very happy for me. Upon this confession, Jason admitted that he too had told his mother of said developments, and she was similarly happy. After a brief pause, Marissa confessed to her mother's knowledge and happy thoughts as well. Embarrassing as it may be, it is nice to know not only my friends, but also their families (at least their mothers!), are rooting for me. Speaking of Jason's family, I headed that way for Thanksgiving. It was delicious and fun, as always, and we managed to sneak in a couple of movies as well. It was good being around family, even if it wasn't mine.

Georgia on My Mind

This weekend I met up with my brother, my parents, my uncle and my cousin to celebrate my mother's 60th birthday. We had a very vigorous plan in effect for the weeekend: sleep; eat; drink; walk around aimlessly; repeat. I would like to tell everyone that I learned something about Savannah's history, but alas, I cannot. We had four different tour guides through our jump on-jump off city tour, and after careful consideration, we determined that at least two were drunk, and one may or may not have given good information but we couldn't tell over the ear-piercing static. Or maybe we were a little too busy just being our regular ridiculous selves to hear anything over the static. Savannah was supposed to be a warm oasis compared to Columbus, but the truth is, it was pretty cold down there. But there were little reminders that we were in the south, such as the accent, and the hurricane warnings. Anyone else scared of the fact that the catagory 5 hurricane storm surge comes to above the second floor of the building in the background? Good thing we are just out of hurricane season. Alpaca, though, it seems, is season. My alpace may of alpace finally made it down to my brother, and it seems to want to learn to drive. I hope he enjoys the warmer climes, but for now, it is time for me to settle into the cold and dreary months. Hopefully, I'll have someone to keep me warm!

The Future's So Bright...

...we gotta wear shades. This weekend, Lyndsey, Marissa, Jason and I met up at a cabin in Hocking Hills to celebrate my birthday. What a great weekend! We read trashy magazines, watched the rest of the Big Bang Theory, enjoyed the hot tub and played lots of board games. The new game for the weekend was Identity Crisis, which probably applies to more than the game. Throughout the weekend, I came to a couple of realizations. First, we are all grown-ups now- how did that happen? Everyone was teasing me about BF, and having a BF at all doesn't sound like me. Lyndsey owns a house? Marisaa is a dentist? We polished off a good amount of alcohol, but I think we all realized that we could not party it up the way once may have been able to. So who are we these days? Well, that's anyone's guess, but in my estimatation, our future is so bright, we gotta wear shades. Even the camera wears shades it seems- Lyndsey's pic came out almost completely black when I was going through the pics today. And let's not discuss the fact that those shades came from my ridiculousness a week and a half ago when I managed to give myself an eye ulcer and scatch my cornea. I guess the more things change, the more they remain the same. Thanks for an awesome birthday, guys!

The Big Bang

This past weekend Marissa and Jason came to visit and we rediscovered the meaning of TV marathon. Pizza, snacks, and two new shows. We started True Blood, the new HBO show. I am not 100% sure what I think of the show, but I knew beforehand that Louisiana seems scary, drugs are bad, and vampires are sexy, and this show only helped reinforce that. We also discovered the Big Bang Theory, a show that reminds me of my roots. When I was in high school in Coral Springs, I had two friends named Dan and Steve, who were geeks through and through and who I am sure are the inspiration for the show's intellectually gifted and socially retarded roommates. The Big Bang Theory may be a great show, but there are others things cosmically afoot. Yesterday, BF tried to shoot the moon with my birthday. He sent these beautiful flowers to my cube, brought me cupcakes, and gave me a book and this great T-shirt from yet another of my favorite shows, Pushing Daisies. Then we went to dinner at a great little Italian place. In the game of hearts, trying to shoot the moon rarely pays off, but in the game of this heart, it may just have.

The Basic Elements of Chemistry

This weekend I did Halloween in style. PBF/BF (note to the possible conversion) has been making me watch horror movies that he claims should be part of my movie watching history. Then, on Friday, we helped hand out candy. Ladies and gentlemen, this redistribution of wealth is brought to you in time for the election courtesy of the pagans! Here I am, as a zombie, drawnb by some great guys at my comic book store, The Laughing Ogre. I think it is a great new look. And here is PBF/BF after some little kid fought him for the candy. Here is Andy, my upstairs neighbor, who is a mad scientist in real life but decided to take things to a whole new level for the holiday. Speaking of science, here is my favorite trick or treater in the world, Collin, who was an element on the periodic table. Well, I mentioned a conversion with PBF earlier, and chemistry does seem to be the culprate, so let's hope things go the route of fusion instead of fission. Meanwhile, it seems I am simply a transitional element. I have been accused of being mercurial in the past.