Archive for May, 2011

Alternatively, Happy Charleston Bike Week! 

Since I drive by a Harley Davidson Dealership on my way to work, I got to see a parade this morning.  Hooray!  Who doesn’t love a bunch of motorcycles blocking a busy intersection on Friday morning at 8:55 am?  They were even selling italian ice. 

It is getting pretty warm around here, which I have to say makes me extremely happy.  The warm weather has everyone all itchy and scratchy to get out to the beach for a good buzz and burn.  Unfortunately, what with all this warmth and humidity comes thunderstorms and clouds.  Then there is the undying dilemma, stay in Friday night so you can get up super early Saturday and hit the beach before the storm?  Go out Friday night and take your chances with the gods of thunder and lightning?  Decisions, decisions. 

Since having my appendectomy, I’ve become an even worse hypochondriac, except now, when I have random sharp stomach pains, I can’t automatically assume they are my appendix.  Life is hard.  But I have been working out more, and have been feeling good, despite my occasional imagained illnesses. 

I’m ready to admit it, I have a problem.  I’m a hoarder.  I hoard candy.  Part of this is that I find it necessary to have candy around at all times, but I don’t actually eat that much candy.  This is compounded by society’s need to only sell certain candy at certain times of year, which leads me to buy said limited time candy in large quantities, just in case.  Add the fact that everyone gives me candy as presents, and you have the perfect storm.  I can’t express to you the guilt I feel when I let a mini kit kat go stale in my desk.  It is a travesty. 

I will be at training for the next two weeks, so if you need me, do not look for me at my office.  Keep your fingers crossed for sunshine and beer tomorrow, because I need a good sunburn before I leave the low country.  Briscoe says hey.

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I’ve decided that my comment in the previous post about Bella’s garbage party resulting in a condition commonly described as “sick as a dog” was not the best I could do.  Please see above.  Kate reports Bella has recovered from her self-induced misery.

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I know I’ve talked about the Monday after Masters being miserable, but today was equally as depressing.  Y’all, Libby’s wedding was last weekend, and I had so much fun, but now I’m depressed.  I’m sure that part of it is that the wedding is something Libby and I have been discussing for, oh, the last fifteen to twenty years, and there is something deflating to have it actually be over, but even besides that, it was insanely fun.  I like to believe that all my bridesmaid experience was utilized to the fullest extent, but regardless, I had the maximum amount of fun.  I’m looking at photos of the weekend and wishing I could have been at three places at one time the entire weekend because there is video evidence that I missed almost as much fun as I experienced!  Haha.   I’m also sad because an impressive amount of my favorite people in the world were all in the same place and now I freshly miss them.  Sigh.  If only we could take all our favorite people and make them all live in the same place.

Then I wouldn’t have anyone to visit in Colorado or New York or a few other choice locales, but maybe we could all travel to those places together on a regular basis?  This dream is becoming increasing unrealistic.  Maybe I’ll just stick to praying for cheap airfare, connecting flights that don’t get cancelled in the black holes that are also known as the ATL and CLT, and for staying up until 5 am on a Saturday night to not ruin my entire week.  A girl can dream, right?

On top of everything, my best friend will be virtually  unreachable for the next two weeks.  JUST when we had so much to talk about, she runs off to the other side of the world.  Even Briscoe is exhausted.  Yesterday, my parents house was littered with hungover people and animals.  Bella got in the trash Saturday night after the festivities and let’s just say on Sunday, the term, “sick as a dog,” sprang to mind.  But I’m pretty sure she would do it all over again.

I’d like to tell you more, but I’m so tired my hair hurts, and they say a picture is worth a thousand words, right?

It's a marvelous night for a moondance...

Mr. and Mrs. McAleer

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