Day 1: Wichita to Atlanta

Ok, since I’m going to be away from the computer, I’m gonna blog here (my journal) and then transfer to the computer once I’m home:

I’m waiting in the Wichita Airport right now. If I don’t chug this Coke, will they make me throw it away/ I can’t remember when drinks have to be thrown away. The # system is really messed up hee- I parked between the ‘10’ sign and the ‘15‘sign in spot #767. Near the ‘7’ sign? The spaces are numbered in the 1500s. Seems strange – Dad: I’m too lazy to start a letter-writing campaign to fix this problem. Will you?

My headphones around my neck either make me look cool or really dorky. They are big like DJ headphones. Disc Jockey, not Dan Judy. Anyway, I’m too old to know which, but I’m leaning towards cool. Like I could break-dance at any moment.

This airport has only 12 gates. It’s tiny. I wonder if the people who see me writing in this think I am writing a letter, a novel or a really long grocery list. When I’m flying to or from Atlanta, I always look for any of the six people I know who live in Atlanta. Today if any of them walk off the plane in Wichita, it’s going to be fairly upsetting. Ok I better focus on this coke so I don’t waste it.

Oh! That state of the spider. I’ve been asked if she is doing ok – and whether she is growing or shrinking anymore lately. The answer is no. My dad, apparently jealous of the spider’s celebrity here in my blog killed her in a rage. Not just her, but also destroyed her egg sac. He’s a bold-faced killa.

NOW back to NOW.

Update: the spider is actually still alive. My mom – being the nurturing type brought her back to her web safely. Unfortunately there is nothing that can be done for her tiny, tiny babies. Bad dad.

I'm baaaack!!!

And so much to blog about... and some that will always remain secret. But, back to what I CAN tell you. I'm in Atlanta right now - we got back to LJ's home last night at the rediculous time of 2:45 am. I will be leaving in a few hours for the airport to jet back to Wichita and then back to the realest of real worlds. Luckily I have a few more hours here to help with that transition. In the mean time...

Potential Blog titles... Pick your favorite. All of these are pretty indicative of the time spent in CABO!
2 Awkward Girls Go to Cabo
Oh My God, I Love Salt!
I Hate Boys, I Love Men!
I'll Kill You, You'll Be Dead.
Bet You've Never Seen This Before - A Purse-strap Tanline.
Wicked Fun! Unlimited!
No Problem! No Problem!
I Hate Myself Right Now.
That Seems Like a Bad Idea.
Am I Stupider Today?
We Are Not The Queens of Subtlety.
2 Awkward Girls Survive Cabo.
We're Staying at the Other Cabo. El Otra Cabo.
Como Se Dice...
You Missed It. Relax. Go Have a Beer.
Girls Gone Mild.

This month is flying by!

And I haven't blogged near as much lately - I bet it's driving some of you crazy!

Well I just got back from a great 2 days in Denver with my friends - such a speedy trip ! It would've been nice to see more of you Coloradans and get to hang out a little longer, but I'm trying to shove as much as possible into these 2 weeks that my parents are here. I got back to Abilene last night and today I am flying to Atlanta for about a day and a half, and then on to CABO!! So the blog will continue to be un-updated. But I am taking my journal - that's right, I have this and a journal that until I die will be kept mostly secret. Anyway, I am going to blog the old fashioned way (I guess that would just be called logging) for the next week or so and then when I get back you will get a bunch of new entries!

Love you all! See you on the flipflop!

Ok, ok :)

Really long without a blog! I would bet some of you think I'm being tortuous on purpose, but in fact, it just wasn't on my list of 'things to do.'

My friend Rob came in to visit and I've literally had a list of things to get done that started on about the 31st and I'm just now wrapping up. Why is the list so extensive? Because not only did I have company last week, this week Ma and Pa come in and I don't want them to look around and go... uh? What have you been doing? :) Add to the fact that a day after they get into town - Monday - I'm heading to CO for 2 days, then to GA for a day before Jet-setting to Mexico for 5 days, and I want to get as much as I can done so that I don't even need to think about thinking about it all :)

That's right Mexico, baby!! Laura and I are flying to a much needed vacation in all-inclusive-ville, Mexico. It actually is in Cabo, but who really cares since all drinks and meals are included!

I'll leave you with this note - there is a giant spider here. I have watched her grow and shrink on various days - presumably bigger on the days she has eaten (I once watched her as she wrapped a grasshopper 1.5 inches long.) and smaller on the days she is digesting. She the changes is size below - I put a dollar bill behind her for scale. Then, I promptly gave that dirty spider bill to some unsuspecting customer.




Small day. The blob next to her? Oh, that's just dinner.



Big day!

Gorgeous Saturday!

I hope it's as beautiful where you are as it is here. I've decided to be more specific should someone ask "what is your favorite season?" I used to just say summer, but really the answer is the first month of summer and the last month of summer. Perfect temperatures, blue skies. Excellent, excellent, excellent.

Well lately I've been taking Beppo for walks. The reason for this is many-fold (manifold?) but really it's because she has so much energy it's been driving me nuts! So Leon loaned me this barbaric looking collar. I would've been taking her for walks before but the pulling is insane. Anyway, this collar is NOT a choke collar, but just pokes her when she pulls. It can't hurt too bad because she doesn't yelp (plus it's loose enough to put two fingers under it when she's not pulling). But as much as it doesn't seem like it can be terrible, she is a different dog when she's wearing it. I can actually walk her. So that's good news - the only problem, I'm realizing what a scaredy-cat my dog is. It's embarrassing.
Things Beppo is scared of:
guardrails
flags
stationary, non-running motorcycles
paperboys
gas stations

She is so scared of the unmanned, unmoving motorcycle that she actually cowers, tail between the legs, the whole bit. I'm going to have to start walking her when the rest of the town is asleep to avoid shame.

Love to all - enjoy your loooong weekend!