Extreme laziness and the fact that my work blocked Blogspot [
lame...what is one to do while its pouring outside and I dont want to leave for my lunch break???] are the reasons for such a lengthy gap between posts. But I'm back and I'm full of interesting [probably using this word a bit loosely] happenings to yap about.
Right now, I am trying my hardest to stay faithful to my Lenten promise to not eat meat (meat products or fake meat look alikes) and its been
so tough. At first, I thought it was too easy, but grilled cheese gets old pretty quickly. Ordinarily, I'm a picky eater and I'm learning that all the food I like comes from an animal at some point. Vegans? I dont get you. What do you
eat?
Danny's been extremely supportive with this dietary challenge. He isn't a practicing Catholic, so I don't expect him to give up the good stuff, but he's chosen to enjoy bell pepper omelets and bean burritos with me while I wait this one out. It's been a long few weeks and I cannot wait for Easter. My dad has promised the biggest, best, most delicious ham money can buy. I'm really looking forward to it.
In other news, my parents are moving out of my childhood home that Monday right after Easter [which I've begin referring to as "Bacon Overdose of 2011"]. As I love where I grew up and will definitely miss "home", I'm excited for this new adventure my parents are starting on. The house they are moving to is not only beautiful, but practical, as they don't have four extra people living
off with them anymore. Saying goodbye to the "Beach House" is going to be such an emotional time, though, as its the only home I knew while I was a kid. I've lived in every extra bedroom at one point. I've had 17 out of my 29 birthday celebrations here. I was convinced there were secret passage ways in the walls. I watched my room burn down on Easter Sunday almost exactly 13 years ago. I learned to swim, ride my bike, play basketball, do cartwheels, flirt with boys, sneak out, and weasel my own telephone line and TV out of my parents at this house. The entire Delta Eta Chapter of Delta Gamma had retreat here. I threw up in front of the fireplace like a million times when I was a kid because I never learned to run to the bathroom (I really dont know why I did this...sorry Mom). My bridal shower and rehearsal dinner were here. It is the backdrop on all of my dance and prom pictures. And because of all this, this wonderful place has served its purpose. For me, at least. I'm saying goodbye with awesome memories and will try my hardest not to think about how weird it'll be to never have to drive down the boulevard again. Or run to Dash real quick for milk. Or be able to jog around the lake or feed the ducks in the backyard. Hmmm. Maybe this will be harder than I thought...
[view from the street on Beach Court]
And with that, you're caught up with the haps in my life.
If you're wondering about my running...I'm working up to more miles and getting to the gym at least 5 times a week. Or I was until last week. Preparation for and going to Vegas took up all my time. But going through security, walking the strip, and running towards the bar served as my cardio.
