Howdy doo. Long time no write. Tomorrow will be my first day off in over a week and I’m really looking forward to not setting my alarm clock.
I just ordered my dad’s birthday gift. I got him two really pretty prints of fishermen (the series is Quiet Seclusion) and I’m going to get them framed. He’s planning on visiting in the next week or two, so I’ll be able to give them to him. He has business in Richmond pretty regularly, and when he’s there, he tries to sneak away to Raleigh to take me to a fancy dinner. It’s one of the perks of being an only daughter.
My weekend was consumed by the RBC Center. It wasn’t bad. For the most part I adore my coworkers, so being there for hours on end could definitely be worse.
I’m so excited the Mountaineers are in the NCAA basketball tournament!! I was really hoping they’d land in Raleighwood, but no such luck. They’re in DC. I think (hope) we’ll make it past the first round, but doubt we’ll get past Duke. You never know, though. That’s why they play the game! I still have to fill out my bracket, but I have yet to actually sit down and think about it. Hmmm… I’ll post my picks after Thursday, that way you guys can’t steal my excellent choices! Ha! Last year I was in first place for the first half of the tourney, then my brackets went down the crapper… But that’s the fun of it.
Abby was uber cute tonight. She had a tiny little bruise on her knee, so I was kissing it and saying, “Bye bye, boo boo!” And then she’d say bye bye to her boo boo. Then I rolled up my khakis and showed her a bruise on my knee. So she was pulling my pant leg up and down, up and down. And when I said, “Ok, make my boo boo go away” I thought she’d pull my pant down, but instead pursed her lips and very delicately gave my boo boo a kiss. I thought I was going to melt. I’m loving this aunt gig.
I read an article about the 10th anniversary of The Big Lebowski today and was laughing out loud. I miss my college buddies! My God, I have no idea how many freaking times we watched that movie. We could quote scenes line for line. I was Maude Lebowski. Speaking of, I ought to drop a line to Blake and see how he is. He’s the one who started the whole Lebowski thing. Funny kid, that Blake. Except I think he’s in his 30′s now. Not quite a kid no mo.
Jason’s bummed I won’t be spending Easter in Mary-Land, and I am too. I could really use a big dose of my family, but alas, the arena calls. Easter is weird for me anyway. If you know me, you know my weird religious hang-ups. If you don’t know me – I mean really know me – then I probably haven’t shared them with you. Being anything other than a devout Christian in the South is an oft frowned-upon anomaly. And I’m not Jewish. Although I guess technically you could say that I am, but I’m not.
I’ve been having very weird, very vivid dreams lately. Last night I actually felt the emotion of my dreams, and I woke up all disheveled and panicked. I’m sort of anxious to go to sleep tonight for fear of what I’m going to dream about, or who I’m going to dream about.
Ok, I’m going to reeeeeeaaaaad for a bit.