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Sunday, July 24, 2005

One Week

I'm not sure who decided to schedule Shark Week and the release of the 6th Harry Potter installation for the same week, but that was pretty poor planning with respect to my sleeping habbits. Seriously. Not that I'm complaining - both have been truly great. But still.

Anyway, t minus 9 days until I enter the land of the living and working people again. Not that I haven't been working. I HAVE been keeping up a brutal 16 hour week. Seriously, playing tennis in the sun with kids can really wear on one. I actually love the tennis. It's a blast. And it's also an even bigger blast to command the respect of middle school students with the sheer strength of my serve. The tan I've achieved isn't too bad either.

Seriously though, I'm going to be happy to go back to school and have a job where applying vast amounts of sun block (yes, sun block...something I had never purchased until age 25), sweating my ass off and drinking huge amounts of non-alcoholic liquids, are not part of the description. I will miss the luxury of completely exhausting students until they're forced into submission by making them RUN. Hey, it's a small price to pay to decrease the size of my laundry from this summer.

In other news, I'm officially lame. It's 1 am on a Saturday night where I've been to an actual bona fide bar and could barely bring myself to complete 3 beers. I just can't hang. I mean, I can, as long as I have water and go really slow. I just can't get drunk. It's been almost 2 years since I've puked and my boyfriend of almost 8 months has been lucky to catch me tipsy about 2 times. Does being a responsible drinker officially qualify one for the elusive "adult card" that I just can't seem to catch?

It is possibley that it may. Very possible. But it's definitely not very adult-like when you're all excited to receive the text message sent to you Saturday night at 11:30, and it says that you haven't paid your cell phone bill yet this month so they're turning off the service. I guess it's good to know that some things never change.

Monday, July 18, 2005

What I was up to:

Sitting on the beach, drinking margaritas with Al and El, and enjoying some much needed talking, sharing and (of course) gossiping .

What I am up to:

Enjoying my "day off" in my pajamas reading Harry Potter. And thinking about going back to school soon and how much fun my new classroom is going to be.

What I will be up to:

Finishing my time with Harry and delivering some special things and delicious things to Beatrix.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Would You?

Would you still be my friend if I told you I downloaded that song that goes:

Dontcha wich you girlfriend was hot like me?
Dontcha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Dontcha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Dontcha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?

I was just curious because those are some questions I can totally relate to.


Tuesday, July 05, 2005

A Family

The first time I met them, they were at their family Christmas party, outside in a "discussion" with their "G-aunt" (you know what it means) about premarital sex while everyone else was watching National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. They were on the side of the argument that I would have been on against the G-aunt. Thus, I knew I liked them. Immediately.

When my sister stayed at their house with me, she said they were very cool, funny, fun and "low-maintenance". All very good things.

When I took my little sister up with me to visit them, she had only met them for 10 minutes and she said she'd rather stay and hang out with them than go to Sea World with me. So I let her. And when I got back, they said, "She's not very shy, is she?" The next time I was up there, little sister wasn't with me, and they all asked why she wasn't, all disappointed.

They're probably the most efficient and fun group of movers I've ever seen in action.

Yes, they're my bf's family and they're wonderful. Absolutely blogworthy. And they like me too, which makes things happy for everyone.

A couple weeks ago, I was up near their home with my family. Bf couldn't make it, but little sister and I ended up hanging out with them anyway. Which was great. A little unusual, I know, but great. And this weekend, I got to attend a 1-year-old nephew's birthday party.

You know it's a party when you're given a spectacular margarita that you didn't even ask for and it is exclaimed that the 11-year-old sister has been punched in the nose by a 2-year-old nephew and her nose has been bleeding for the past 45 minutes. Now that's action! No one ever got a bloody nose, or even a black eye, for that matter, at any of the parties I helped throw in college, for which I won the Best Parties Award. Seriously.

7 siblings, 2 parents, 2 in-laws and 3 grandchildren (or 5 if you count those in utero) are pretty much the most fun you could possibly have. Sports, games, you name it. They talk about important things. They make sure that everyone's going to mass. They call and check up on each other. They play a lot of games and sports. They know their dad's tough and strong and dependable. They respect their mom as a great intellectual and a saint. They know what's right and wrong.

I know I have a pretty damn cool family. I have always been proud of that. These people are the same way. They know it and are proud too. They're extremely different from mine. Having 5 boys is a big difference.

They made my 4th weekend, along with a great party on a golf course with my family one of the best ever.