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Alright, alright. I realize the last two entries I've posted have been writer's blocks and it is high time for a dose of my regular nonsense.
First things first: Our lives are going to change in a big, biiiiiig way when October rolls around. I'd go into detail, but I kind of feel bad posting on the interbutts when there are still members of my immediate family that don't know. It's going to be GREAT. My insides get all jittery when I think about it.
(fyi: I'm not pregnant. I'm all for babies, but the thought of carrying a child in my body scares the bejeezus out of me. We're just not ready to embark on that journey yet.)
Weekend was neat! Holli flew in from Hawaii on Thursday for a wedding next weekend, so I took Friday off and drove to Newman to visit her before she got swept up in weddingy things. We went shopping together, and it was nice. When I went to pick her up, I discovered I'd been volunteered to do an impromptu family portrait session in her parents' backyard. It went well, I think, considering I know next to nothing about taking pictures of more than one person at a time. I tried to take as many pictures as I could, figuring there would have to be some keepers in there somewhere. There were. Her mom was pretty specific about what she wanted, so that made it much easier for me.
Saturday night, Dustin and I ventured into the City with some friends and some girlfriends for a night of delicious beers, sausages, and hotel room debauchery. Close Friend Justin recently completed his BS degree and just celebrated his 25th birthday, so we figured a sweet celebration was in order.
Sunday was spent sleeping, for the most part. We had dinner with Dustin's parents, and it was nice. We spent a little time talking about my dad, which is still a pretty hard topic for me. He passed exactly 2 years ago today, so all the fatherly hullabaloo picks at my emotional scabs sometimes. I'm sure I'll adjust a little bit better with time, but it still seems very fresh in my mind. Even the word "dad" weirds me out... It's so strange to say, knowing he's gone. Before we left, Dustin's dad gave me a hug and told me in a rather solemn tone to honor my dad. Because I don't already? I'm still puzzled by what he meant, and I'm sure my reaction (smile. nod. "Yeah.") reflected that.
Speaking of la familia and honor, I had a pretty interesting chat with my mom about our Scottish roots on Saturday morning. Her maiden name traces us back to the Loudoun sept of Clan Campbell. It turns out our castle in Scotland was turned into Disney-esque theme park in 1955, complete with a mascot wearing a vest made from our tartan. How's that for honor?
First things first: Our lives are going to change in a big, biiiiiig way when October rolls around. I'd go into detail, but I kind of feel bad posting on the interbutts when there are still members of my immediate family that don't know. It's going to be GREAT. My insides get all jittery when I think about it.
(fyi: I'm not pregnant. I'm all for babies, but the thought of carrying a child in my body scares the bejeezus out of me. We're just not ready to embark on that journey yet.)
Weekend was neat! Holli flew in from Hawaii on Thursday for a wedding next weekend, so I took Friday off and drove to Newman to visit her before she got swept up in weddingy things. We went shopping together, and it was nice. When I went to pick her up, I discovered I'd been volunteered to do an impromptu family portrait session in her parents' backyard. It went well, I think, considering I know next to nothing about taking pictures of more than one person at a time. I tried to take as many pictures as I could, figuring there would have to be some keepers in there somewhere. There were. Her mom was pretty specific about what she wanted, so that made it much easier for me.
Saturday night, Dustin and I ventured into the City with some friends and some girlfriends for a night of delicious beers, sausages, and hotel room debauchery. Close Friend Justin recently completed his BS degree and just celebrated his 25th birthday, so we figured a sweet celebration was in order.
Sunday was spent sleeping, for the most part. We had dinner with Dustin's parents, and it was nice. We spent a little time talking about my dad, which is still a pretty hard topic for me. He passed exactly 2 years ago today, so all the fatherly hullabaloo picks at my emotional scabs sometimes. I'm sure I'll adjust a little bit better with time, but it still seems very fresh in my mind. Even the word "dad" weirds me out... It's so strange to say, knowing he's gone. Before we left, Dustin's dad gave me a hug and told me in a rather solemn tone to honor my dad. Because I don't already? I'm still puzzled by what he meant, and I'm sure my reaction (smile. nod. "Yeah.") reflected that.
Speaking of la familia and honor, I had a pretty interesting chat with my mom about our Scottish roots on Saturday morning. Her maiden name traces us back to the Loudoun sept of Clan Campbell. It turns out our castle in Scotland was turned into Disney-esque theme park in 1955, complete with a mascot wearing a vest made from our tartan. How's that for honor?