Back

I'm back from Texas and missing the warm weather. My brother is doing well and glad to be done with boot camp. I met some of the guys in his flight and they were all really nice. My mom and I adopted two of them and brought them with us around San Antonio since they didn't have family visiting.

This was my first trip to Texas. I went the Alamo which is right next to a mall and is a lot smaller than I was expecting. I found the mirror maze way more fun. I mean watching people run in to mirrors is pretty entertaining.

I have to say I don't think I would survive boot camp. I would probably cry and want to go home. I can't imagine running for ten miles in the hot sun with a huge pack on on two hours of sleep. No thanks. They all looked thin but obviously could kick my ass.

They all seemed paranoid even when they had a town pass which is when you can leave the base for a few hours. My brother and his friends were still walking in step with each other and called everyone sir and ma'am. Even when they were just standing there they stood as if they were at ease and not how you would normally stand. I pointed this out to my brother constantly. I'm your sister not ma'am!

The day I left I had a horrible stomach bug and was throwing up on the way to the airport, at the airport, on the plane...I think you get the picture. I couldn't hold anything down. The poor guy next to me was probably like, great thanks for putting me next to puke girl over here.

I have pictures but my laptop is having some issues so I'm not using my computer to update. I'm just a little addicted to the internet and not having my computer is driving me INSANE!

So pictures to come later. I'm glad to be home but not thrilled with the pile of work I'm attempting to get through.

Happy Birthday to me!

My co-workers sure know how to wish me a happy birthday.

"When were you born?"
"February 4, 1984"
"You were conceived on May 14th, 1983. Call your mother and ask when she got married."

I'm flying to Texas with a sinus infection. My body sure knows how to wish me a happy birthday.

I'm 25 today. I don't know how I feel about that. Well actually it makes me feel a little old.

I was just thinking back to my 10th birthday and how there was a horrible snow storm but my friends were all allowed to sleep over during the storm and I had a great time. I kind of want another birthday sleep over. This one would involve booze and not Ace of Base and Jolt soda.

I'm not dead just busy

Wow I haven't updated for a little bit. I feel like I've been busy but I don't have much to show for it. We did an early Christmas for my brother who is now in Texas for boot camp. I saw him get sworn in on Tuesday. I forgot to take pictures because I was so busy taking pictures for my grandmother with her camera. I don't think its sunk in yet that he's gone. I might fly to Texas in February for his boot camp graduation.

So it's finally Thursday. Christmas is getting closer and I have no idea what to get my boss. Last year I wanted to get him these pirate cuff links I saw and then he comes into the office wearing them! I yelled at him and told him I was suppose to buy those for him. Now I'm stumped. Suggestions for gifts for my boss? I can't be cheap as he is not stingy with my gifts.

I've been doing pretty good at not eating tons of junk and I've been running. I'm giving myself a gold star for effort. Once I get into the routine of exercising it's much easier to stick with it.

Oh I did a review of the Miracle on Tremont Street show with Dearly Beloved, Airborne Toxic Event and Franz Ferdinand for thehyp.net which should be up soon. I'll post the link later on.

Time to get the fluff ball (my cat) off my lap and get to work.

There's no escaping the Irish

I was at my grandmother's house tonight for a going away dinner for my brother and I found an Irish surprise in the living room.

Incase you didn't know this is played on an 8trackstero. It says so right there on the front.

Nice vests boys. Green? How very Irish Balladeer of you.

"You can take our lives! But you can never take our Irish Songs of Freedom!!!! (vol 3)"

I love to crank those Irish drinking songs on my 8 track stereo. My brother asked my grandmother what she was doing with these. She replied "how do you play those?" Well if this was say 1970 we would be all set.

Shame we couldn't have "Irish songs of freedom vol 3 (and still more)" playing while we ate dinner. Instead we got to rock out to Celtic Woman. I'm curious as to how many volumes there are considering it says "and still more..."

Holiday thoughts (wow Thanksgiving is next week!)

The holidays are going to be very different this year. My mother moved out of my childhood home and my brother is leaving for boot camp in the beginning of December. We're going out to a restaurant for Thanksgiving which I've never done before. My mother's new place is very small and my aunt and uncle who sometimes host are packing up to move so we don't really have many options.

We're celebrating Christmas before my brother leaves and I'm stuck on what to get him. Anything I get he'll only have a week to enjoy before he leaves. I could just get him some beer and a steak and call it a day. I don't think its hit me yet that he's leaving. It will at some point I'm sure. He's going to miss Christmas, New Years and my birthday. He makes sure any party he's at is fun. My roommate jokes that all he has to do is walk into a party and people start falling on the floor wasted. This stems from an impromptu get together with some friends and my brother and two of my roommates coming home to find all of us lying on the dining room floor in the dark listening to "I write sins not Tragedies" on repeat with bottles everywhere. My brother was still trying to get people to do shots.

Somehow it will be ok. It will be different but being with my family is all that matters.

I would also like to point out that walking through the mall to get to work everyday I am bombarded by Christmas decorations which I think went up right after Halloween. It's not time people! I'm also afraid one of those giant stars hanging around is going to fall on my head.

P.S. If someone wants to get me a GPS for Christmas, that would be awesome.

Home alone

The roommates are gone for a wedding and I have the house to myself :) I can tell when they're not here because Boo will wake me up every hour to remind me that no one is paying attention to him.

I actually haven't been home much to enjoy it though. I went to Harpoon's Oktober Fest on Friday and went to a show at Harpers Ferry on Saturday. Basically I drank too much beer this weekend and the thought of anymore makes me a little queasy.

I hung out with my brother for a bit. I should be spending more time with him before he goes to boot camp. Plus hanging out with him is a guaranteed laugh. He told me he's learning Chinese from some guys at his work. He can now ask for cigarettes and say it's lunch time. You know, the practical stuff.

And now it's Sunday once again. I ate a box of mac and cheese this morning all to myself. Nice job. I think I need the gym after all the beer and Cheetos I consumed this weekend.