Sorry for the lack of posting lately; life is a wind-up toy with fits of extreme motion and then crippling lethargy. I stayed in Virginia an extra night to spend time with my dad and it did not disappoint; if anything it was one of the more enjoyable portions of the trip. We drank scotch and sat on the back deck and talked about goats, guns, politics and fly fishing. It may sound strange but I feel so loving and loved in those moments. It scares me how much I love my father, how much I understand him, how I know him. The idea that a part of that may die if I ever get married is something I don't want to even consider; my dad isn't just my dad he's a close friend and to lose that...well, it'd be sacrifice. Daily I am thankful for the father I have.
I finished listening to Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler on my drive back from VA and let me tell you, it is a worthwhile listen. Get this book on CD if you can; you will be crying laughing while cruise control takes you down the Interstate. Most of the drive to VA was totally lost in the book; I don't remember it being as arduous as it normally is because I was laughing the whole trip. Thanks to my co-worker for buying that for my birthday.
I got back Tuesday evening and immediately changed clothes and started to rip up flooring. I just want the flooring project to be done, I hate it weighing over my head. I hate (strong word but I mean it) half-finished projects, I want them to be complete and not in this pubescent stage in which they are settling. I burned out the motor on Andy's hammer drill so I had to buy him a new one (yay unexpected costs!) to mix the mortar but hopefully by the end of the week all the backerboard will be done and it'll be time to tile this mofo.
I wouldn't ever date an actor no matter how amazing he may be. I wouldn't trust him to be truthful (he is an actor after all) and it would kill me to see him saying loving things or kissing another woman on screen. I don't care if they are lines, it would negate whatever he'd said to me. I'm a jealous type apparently.
Scotch Whiskey + Anything Else = Awesome. Even when “Anything else” includes “Watching old SportsCenter commercials on YouTube”
So that person who came back into my life after five years of being gone? We actually spoke on the phone for the first time and it was like hearing a voice from both a haunting past and the best kind of dreams. I have literally been praying for that voice for five years and to hear it again...well...wow. It was almost to the day that my friend from college died (six years ago...blows my mind how it still stings and how I miss his voice) and it was a lot of ghosts in one phone call because of that. But it was also like an invite into a bouncing castle; I was on air for the rest of the night with thankfulness and hopefulness and joy.
Quizzo without Andrew? Blah. What a terrible idea.
I'm rereading Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell and I love how she loves US History. It makes me even more passionate about it all, and I'm already in the “pick another topic to talk about or you'll never get laid again” sorta category of American history nerdom.
Darts: Not my spiritual gift.
(What's Danny Glover Got To Do With It)
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