Momma, I'm Coming Home

Hey, friends, family, people who happen to stop by and see what this crazy girl has on her mind.

I finished my first quarter of classes as a returning student, and there was something noticeably different about the finals process. Finals meant three things (in the following order) when I did this the first time:

1. studying your ass off until your face turned blue
2. lots of beer and partying when complete
3. sleep for a week after partying dies down

This time, I accidentally did the whole thing out of order. You see, I studied for about two weeks straight, and as timing would have it, the company I am working for had a kick-ass party in the middle of the day at a superb local seafood joint on the same day as my last final. Free booze. I can't pass it up. Don't worry, mom, I only had one Tom Collins...and a glass of champagne. All that said, I managed to sneak away before my Russian coworkers made me take Vodka shots with them, and was able to recoup before my final in Developmental Psychology. Very anticlimactic: it only took me 20 min. Anyhow, since I did they whole ritual out of order, I immediately went home and slept. The first time I have slept past 7am in months. I don't remember my first time at college ever waking up before 7am on purpose. Times they are a changin'.

Next week, I head to my home town for the REAL party to begin. My parents house will be full of great grub, old friends, family, and of course, a top notch bar provided by my old man. Rick and I are looking forward to being away from our crazy schedules before we have to jump back in for the New Year.

I wish any and all who reads this that you have safe travels and a wonderful holiday with the people you love.

A Little Mindless Fun

Sometimes I like to have fun without using my brain.

Ohmigod, this is so frickin' hilarious.

Let me know what you made him do.

Just a hint: Ask him to sing.

Damn, I love the internet.

Back on the Left Coast

Last week, Rick and I made a trip back to Connecticut for family, friends, turkey and the annual Risk tournament. We had a delightful time and it was difficult to come back to work.

On Thanksgiving morning, we woke up to four inches of snow on the ground. You know, that stuff is actually really beautiful when you don't have to drive in it for six months out of a year! Rick, his brother and father ran 5K that morning in the snow in another annual tradition for the Manchester Road Race. As if running in the snow isn't crazy enough, there were fellas wearing grass skirts and coconut bras in 28 degree weather. Overall, it was a wonderful time even though my wimpy ass had to run into a heated building after five minutes when I couldn't feel my feet. I suppose I've been in California too long.

Speaking of East Coast...

I have a dear friend in NYC who has created a website of his new clothing line he has been working on. His innovative scarf collection and custom-made jeans and shirts are worth looking at. You can view his collection at: www.godspeedthewelldressedman.com

Okay, I have to stop procrastinating now...back to leafing through info on Bipolar I Disorder.

I love my life. :)