Sometimes there is nothing better for a broken spirit than an evening out and Tuesdays with Chappy. Chappy is a plump older man, probably is his sixties, with a delightful array of tunes he strums on his guitar while serenading a crowd of halfway interested college something or others. One lesson recently learned about such a night: if you do not have a large group to associate with, do not sit as two women, simply out for an enjoyable night. You may be hit on, and it may be even a little less than complimentary. Especially when you realize they sell magazines door to door and cannot wait to have another notch on their bedpost (as if it weren't blatantly obvious before). Yech. And Anna and I were in the middle of such a wonderful talk. That is until "crooked teeth, I am so smooth" boy told me I dropped something. Confused I said "what?". He said, "your smile." Oh dang, that was a good one. Pickup lines like that win me over every single time. I am such a sucker. Wait. Um, Anna I think we should leave now. As in immediately. Oh what's that, you have already finished your drink? Thanks boys but we have to run. Man, Chappy I miss you already, but don't worry we'll come back next week. And hopefully they won't.
But it was a good talk. Good talk Bonanas, good talk.
peep show...
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Note to self: Knee length skirts on 50mph windy days work great for full frontal exposure at outdoor wedding receptions.
No kidding. It was so gusty on Saturday that once the skirt went up, I could not get it down. Apparently it needed to momentarily defy gravity. And at first I was thinking, phew, it is only family. Until a woman from the in-law side introduced herself and said don't worry, her son enjoyed the view. It was at that point that my cheeks turned a healthy crimson and I immediately disappeared into a hole in the ground.
Next time I will be checking the weather. And wearing pants. In fact, I may just wear pants forever.
No kidding. It was so gusty on Saturday that once the skirt went up, I could not get it down. Apparently it needed to momentarily defy gravity. And at first I was thinking, phew, it is only family. Until a woman from the in-law side introduced herself and said don't worry, her son enjoyed the view. It was at that point that my cheeks turned a healthy crimson and I immediately disappeared into a hole in the ground.
Next time I will be checking the weather. And wearing pants. In fact, I may just wear pants forever.
banana boat...
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With all honesty I finally get to say I have been too @#*%)! busy to update my life. Especially for those of you I never get to call... this blog lifeline has not been very supportive of you lately and I apologize.
For starters - summer is here! Yay! Even though it feels like I have not stopped running since I had the pseudo diploma in hand (which was amazing by the way) I would take a hectic summer over a crazy school year anyday. Okay, who wouldn't, but nonetheless, it has been nice. Clint and I took a roadtrip up to KC this past weekend to do some shopping and BBQing, and then headed to Lake of the Ozarks for a mini-vacation. One of his friends owns a lakeside condo, so I guess you could say we weren't exactly roughing it. Breakfast at noon, boat around all day, lazy river (yes, their resort had one of those too), etc. Perhaps coming from a small town has not prepared me for the luxury of this lake, but holy toledos. There were million dollar homes scattered on the shore every which way the eye could see. Personal docks with yachts, speed boats, and five Seadoos attached were the norm. Um... and I thought my parents 15 footer was nice. Ha.
The trip was wonderfully relaxing, well, until the end. The end when I discovered I have motion sickness when traveling 60mph around curves and hills galore. The type of hills that your stomach stays at the top and your heart sinks for a few seconds. What happened to the daredevil rollercoasters of my youth? Crap I am getting old. Twenty-two going on sixty. Not that sixty year olds are... well... old, but you don't see many at theme parks. Anyway, we pulled over at a gas station until my head stopped spinning and my stomach decided to hang onto its breakfast. I doped up on some Dramamine and we headed onward. Of course the meds didn't really take effect until long after we were out of the winding roads, but it was comforting never the less. The drowsying effect was also useful to blame me oversleeping work the next morning. Oops... But we made it, and have better tans (my skin is still probably partially see-through) to prove it.
Side note, it is thundering and storming like a mother trucker outside right now. Dang.
I guess that's all I will live to tell about for now. I have an early morning, which, followed by a late work night, are not usually very pleasant to wake up for. So sleep tight everyone, and sit tight as well. I will be back soon.
Oh! And I posted a few pics at the lake. Check it out.
For starters - summer is here! Yay! Even though it feels like I have not stopped running since I had the pseudo diploma in hand (which was amazing by the way) I would take a hectic summer over a crazy school year anyday. Okay, who wouldn't, but nonetheless, it has been nice. Clint and I took a roadtrip up to KC this past weekend to do some shopping and BBQing, and then headed to Lake of the Ozarks for a mini-vacation. One of his friends owns a lakeside condo, so I guess you could say we weren't exactly roughing it. Breakfast at noon, boat around all day, lazy river (yes, their resort had one of those too), etc. Perhaps coming from a small town has not prepared me for the luxury of this lake, but holy toledos. There were million dollar homes scattered on the shore every which way the eye could see. Personal docks with yachts, speed boats, and five Seadoos attached were the norm. Um... and I thought my parents 15 footer was nice. Ha.
The trip was wonderfully relaxing, well, until the end. The end when I discovered I have motion sickness when traveling 60mph around curves and hills galore. The type of hills that your stomach stays at the top and your heart sinks for a few seconds. What happened to the daredevil rollercoasters of my youth? Crap I am getting old. Twenty-two going on sixty. Not that sixty year olds are... well... old, but you don't see many at theme parks. Anyway, we pulled over at a gas station until my head stopped spinning and my stomach decided to hang onto its breakfast. I doped up on some Dramamine and we headed onward. Of course the meds didn't really take effect until long after we were out of the winding roads, but it was comforting never the less. The drowsying effect was also useful to blame me oversleeping work the next morning. Oops... But we made it, and have better tans (my skin is still probably partially see-through) to prove it.
Side note, it is thundering and storming like a mother trucker outside right now. Dang.
I guess that's all I will live to tell about for now. I have an early morning, which, followed by a late work night, are not usually very pleasant to wake up for. So sleep tight everyone, and sit tight as well. I will be back soon.
Oh! And I posted a few pics at the lake. Check it out.
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Apparently our condos were the place to be on the lake this summer. Don't take my word for it, the sign says it so it must be true.
Our wonderful captains and tour guides.
My first bar on a lake experience. Hey, I am used to redneck lake trips - cabins, wakeboards, and hotdogs. This million dollar lake was a whole new thing for me.
chapter2...
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I graduate tomorrow. From college. The day that seemed forever and ever away. Four years can sneak up on a person pretty quick. So I will finally have a degree. And a chance at that big job, a real career. But all I can think about is everything I am leaving behind. It's so easy to see why adults talk about the college years with glazed over eyes. They remember what it was like, what they left behind. You meet your best friends, get away with hell on earth, and somehow survive to tell the story. Well, at least the parts you can remember.
So for a day that is such a wonderful celebration, it wraps up a period that most of us aren't quite ready to let go of. The family I forged from six amazing girls, all of which impacted me in their own little way, more than I could ever express or thank them in words. Molding a wide variety of personalities into one little house, and sticking together for better or worse, because hey, that's all you have. It's your friends who party like rockstars with you at fraternity parties (until you realize that they are really not cool), your friends who take your temperature and put a cold cloth on your forehead when you're too sick to move, your friends that turn a staircase into a gigantic mountain that must be conquered with a sled, and your friends that let you bawl your eyes out and curse the crazy bastard who broke your heart again, even when they saw it coming all along. They let you steal their groceries. Give you rides when there's no way you will ever make it to class on time. Buy you matching tube socks, with stripes. Pick you up at 3am with a smile on their face. Put off their homework when you need to talk. Give pick-me-off-the-ground hugs that brighten your whole day. Dance to 80's music without reservation. That's what friends do.
And then you have to leave them. And grow up. But I am not ready. I'm not ready to leave that behind.
Anna, Bridget, Liz, Maygan, Megan, and Shawndra. Thank you for you. And thank you for putting up with me. I couldn't ask for better roommates or friends. May the memories of the BR and MC live on forever :)
So for a day that is such a wonderful celebration, it wraps up a period that most of us aren't quite ready to let go of. The family I forged from six amazing girls, all of which impacted me in their own little way, more than I could ever express or thank them in words. Molding a wide variety of personalities into one little house, and sticking together for better or worse, because hey, that's all you have. It's your friends who party like rockstars with you at fraternity parties (until you realize that they are really not cool), your friends who take your temperature and put a cold cloth on your forehead when you're too sick to move, your friends that turn a staircase into a gigantic mountain that must be conquered with a sled, and your friends that let you bawl your eyes out and curse the crazy bastard who broke your heart again, even when they saw it coming all along. They let you steal their groceries. Give you rides when there's no way you will ever make it to class on time. Buy you matching tube socks, with stripes. Pick you up at 3am with a smile on their face. Put off their homework when you need to talk. Give pick-me-off-the-ground hugs that brighten your whole day. Dance to 80's music without reservation. That's what friends do.
And then you have to leave them. And grow up. But I am not ready. I'm not ready to leave that behind.
Anna, Bridget, Liz, Maygan, Megan, and Shawndra. Thank you for you. And thank you for putting up with me. I couldn't ask for better roommates or friends. May the memories of the BR and MC live on forever :)
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