For those of you who are loyal followers of my blog (which I believe there are exactly 3 of you, but I shall continue) I apologize that it has been a while since my last post but I have been quite a busy woman the past few weeks.
I'll begin with camping. As many of you know my family has an annual camping trip that occurs in the fall. This camping trip consists of all my uncles and my cousins. I have a very large family so at times this group can make up anywhere from 10 - 20 people. This year one of my cousins decided that we should go camping for Friday and Saturday night rather than just Saturday night. I agreed because why not...so I packed up Thursday night and headed back to the great state immediately following work on Friday night. My cousin who lives about 90 minutes north west of me and I decided to car pool. After packing up her car stopping for a brief McDonald's dinner in which the idiot working the drive thru shorted us one order of french fries we were off. On the way we managed to open every single bag of snacks we had brought to eat for the weekend, stalk one of our uncles by calling all the numbers we had for him until we finally were able to sufficiently harass him and read through one entire issue of Cosmo magazine (very educational for those of you not familiar with it). Friday night out on "The Land" was very uneventful, we drank sat around a fire and retired to the very comfortable trailer inside which we slept on a sleep number bed, we were really roughing it. Around 4am I heard my cousin in a very panicky but trying not to panic voice say "Morgan, Morgan are you awake?" "Yeah I'm awake, what's up I reply?" "there is a lump under my sleeping bag that I am pretty sure is a mouse!!" With each word the steadiness of her voice got less and less. I agreed to investigate the "mouse" with my flashlight which revealed that there was not in fact a mouse and that my cousin was in fact hallucinating. Saturday was a fairly relaxing day which consumed of running to the local Wal-Mart 45+ minutes away and driving back with the top down on the convertible while blasting the heat, pretending to help the rest of my uncles and cousins unpack their vehicles when they arrived and eating and drinking a lot. That evening was actually one of the calmest evenings ever had out on the land minus my cousins presentation of I'm drunk and now am going to be mean and throw things at you midnight show. Best line of this show was "In the morning I am going to allow you to apologize to me" How gracious I thought as I not exactly being the poster child for sobriety passed out. That pretty much sums up my camping trip this year but as always it was quite a blast and can't wait to return next year as we never really know what to expect!!!
Since completing my marathon I have been contemplating what I might want my next physical challenge to be. I have fallen upon a half ironman triathalon following the logic that I used to be a competitive swimmer, and I just ran a marathon so really all I have to pick up is cycling. So I decided to begin attending spinning classes at my gym. I went to the second class last week Tuesday in which at one point I really thought I was starring death in the face. The class began innocently enough a little warm up a little standing run etc. Then as we got into the meat and potatoes of the class I realized the teacher had to be some sort of spawn of Satan's. Each time I thought we might be done with this set and back of the intensity she uttered these horrible words, "Increase resistance if you can please" and so politely too, please, please shut up I thought. So I continue spinning my legs wishing for the end, then suddenly eminem's "I'm not afraid" comes on and the music just speaks to me, I get a second wind I am flying I am EMINEM and I - am - not - afraid. Then the song ended and I was back in my own personal hell. By the end of the class I could not only wring out my clothese there was a little puddle of sweat on the floor, "thats hot" I thought as I walked out of the spinning studio.
Finally I had the enjoyment of going on a second date with a very nice gentleman in the past few weeks. I enjoyed the first date with this individual hence the second date but I had a few reservations among which was the fact that he was 13 years my senior. But I thought oh well just go have a good time see what happens. Well by the end of this date I had drank a pitcher and a half of margaritas discovered that he was divorced and had two adorable children that he sees daily. Not only is he divorced but has been divorced for less than 6 months. Oh well I figured this was a cue for me to drink more heavily and turn into "Amber" because who doesn't love Amber???
So as you can see I have been quite busy living life to the fullest, meeting as many new people as possible and making sure no drink out there goes undrunk!!!!
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