This is supposed to be summer?
It's kind of hard to believe I've only been home for a week and a half. School and the end of the year already feel like they were ages ago. I'm kind of pleased that I managed to survive the end of the year stress and general insanity. Grades were good, move out was not quite as stressful as it could have been (and I even, like, FOLDED my clothes per the instructions of Vaishi and Erin), and the drive back was uneventful. We did see llamas on the way, which I took to be a good sign. I'm thoroughly enjoying doing the llama call every time I drive by the stinky farm.
I have a job possibly lined up for part of the summer that would basically involve me driving 3 kids to a pool and hanging out all day tanning and swimming. Not such a bad gig, and it would pay well. If I get it, of course, which has yet to be determined. I also found out about 3 days ago that I actually got that internship I applied for a while back. I'm not exactly sure how it will work out, since it's all done online, but I'm looking forward to seeing how it goes. At the very least, if I do what they ask me to do and do it well enough, I'll have a good thing to put in my resume when I'm trying to find a real internship next summer.
Hanging out with people so far has been good. It's nice that people keep calling me up to do stuff and thereby keep me from becoming a recluse. When I'm home I have a tendency to be very lazy and sit around and play Age of Empires all day or just read and chill out, which is nice to an extent, but not really how I should be spending my whole summer.
I went to the gym a few days ago and I was so sore after, but it was very exciting to actually DO something. Not that riding the exercise bike and doing my leg exercises one leg and a time was all that exciting. I start going to PT again on Thursday so we'll see how PT #3 stacks up against numbers 1 and 2. I mean, if I can get another therapist like McDreamy, I'll be in good shape.
Speaking of which...Grey's Anatomy broke my heart. Any time I'm curled up in the fetal position while watching a television show, you know it's not a good thing.
Anothing not-good-thing was the Preakness yesterday. Barbaro, the horse who won the Kentucky Derby, broke his ankle in three places right at the beginning of the race. It would've been bad enough for any horse to get hurt, but I was like in love with that horse. I thought he was the prettiest one I'd ever seen and I thought he might've been the best runner too. Everyone thought he had a legitimate chance to win the Triple Crown, and now it's not certain that he'll even survive the surgery and recovery process (though I checked today and the news said the surgery went well). I was basically crying when it happened and very upset all night, which culminated in me having strange dreams in which I 1. participated in a reality TV show 2. rode a llama and 3. tried to save Barbaro's young son who was born just before he died. Not really sure how that one worked out, but whatever.
Best antidote for depressing-horse-news was spending all weekend out at the barn getting Laurel ready for her horse show, which she did very well at. My mom got reserve champion in her division and the girl that leases her also did well (after moving up to a more advanced division from last year). Of course, it ain't all fun and games for me out at the barn. Sometimes I want to just say screw the knee and jump on the nearest available horse. It's killing me not being able to ride, and it doesn't help that whenever I'm out people are always like "gosh, it must be awful not being able to ride, huh?" and I'm just like...yes, yes it is, thank you for pointing it out. I decided that the real solution to all my problems is buying a side saddle so my knee won't be bothered and a harness to attach me to said saddle so that there can be no way for me to fall off.
Or maybe I'll just suck it up and wait until August like a good little girl. I expect it'll be the latter. It is wonderful to see Laurel though, who is as pretty as ever, and I am being the best mom ever this summer because I come out to see her and give her treats and spoil her, but I don't actually make her do anything. So she's pretty much going to love me.
Coming up this week: Friday Crew (and guests) reunion barbecue (and I can too call it a barbecue now that I'm not in the south, since they would insist that it's a cookout) and a trip to the mall to spend my Express coupon and check out the new summer clothes.
Speaking of summer...it sure isn't here right now. It's been in the 50's and low 60's, rainy, windy, and ABSOLUTELY FREEZING ever since I came back. I brought a total of 4 long sleeved shirts home with me, and I just keep wearing them over and over and over...
Somebody's getting an angry letter about this.
I have a job possibly lined up for part of the summer that would basically involve me driving 3 kids to a pool and hanging out all day tanning and swimming. Not such a bad gig, and it would pay well. If I get it, of course, which has yet to be determined. I also found out about 3 days ago that I actually got that internship I applied for a while back. I'm not exactly sure how it will work out, since it's all done online, but I'm looking forward to seeing how it goes. At the very least, if I do what they ask me to do and do it well enough, I'll have a good thing to put in my resume when I'm trying to find a real internship next summer.
Hanging out with people so far has been good. It's nice that people keep calling me up to do stuff and thereby keep me from becoming a recluse. When I'm home I have a tendency to be very lazy and sit around and play Age of Empires all day or just read and chill out, which is nice to an extent, but not really how I should be spending my whole summer.
I went to the gym a few days ago and I was so sore after, but it was very exciting to actually DO something. Not that riding the exercise bike and doing my leg exercises one leg and a time was all that exciting. I start going to PT again on Thursday so we'll see how PT #3 stacks up against numbers 1 and 2. I mean, if I can get another therapist like McDreamy, I'll be in good shape.
Speaking of which...Grey's Anatomy broke my heart. Any time I'm curled up in the fetal position while watching a television show, you know it's not a good thing.
Anothing not-good-thing was the Preakness yesterday. Barbaro, the horse who won the Kentucky Derby, broke his ankle in three places right at the beginning of the race. It would've been bad enough for any horse to get hurt, but I was like in love with that horse. I thought he was the prettiest one I'd ever seen and I thought he might've been the best runner too. Everyone thought he had a legitimate chance to win the Triple Crown, and now it's not certain that he'll even survive the surgery and recovery process (though I checked today and the news said the surgery went well). I was basically crying when it happened and very upset all night, which culminated in me having strange dreams in which I 1. participated in a reality TV show 2. rode a llama and 3. tried to save Barbaro's young son who was born just before he died. Not really sure how that one worked out, but whatever.
Best antidote for depressing-horse-news was spending all weekend out at the barn getting Laurel ready for her horse show, which she did very well at. My mom got reserve champion in her division and the girl that leases her also did well (after moving up to a more advanced division from last year). Of course, it ain't all fun and games for me out at the barn. Sometimes I want to just say screw the knee and jump on the nearest available horse. It's killing me not being able to ride, and it doesn't help that whenever I'm out people are always like "gosh, it must be awful not being able to ride, huh?" and I'm just like...yes, yes it is, thank you for pointing it out. I decided that the real solution to all my problems is buying a side saddle so my knee won't be bothered and a harness to attach me to said saddle so that there can be no way for me to fall off.
Or maybe I'll just suck it up and wait until August like a good little girl. I expect it'll be the latter. It is wonderful to see Laurel though, who is as pretty as ever, and I am being the best mom ever this summer because I come out to see her and give her treats and spoil her, but I don't actually make her do anything. So she's pretty much going to love me.
Coming up this week: Friday Crew (and guests) reunion barbecue (and I can too call it a barbecue now that I'm not in the south, since they would insist that it's a cookout) and a trip to the mall to spend my Express coupon and check out the new summer clothes.
Speaking of summer...it sure isn't here right now. It's been in the 50's and low 60's, rainy, windy, and ABSOLUTELY FREEZING ever since I came back. I brought a total of 4 long sleeved shirts home with me, and I just keep wearing them over and over and over...
Somebody's getting an angry letter about this.