Jet lag? I don't have jet lag!
I wanted to wake up at 3:00 p.m.
I don't know if you could tell, but I've been in need of a little "life hug" recently. Lucky for me, that embrace came courtesy of Sweet C and her wonderful family. Sweet C--who is practically perfect in every way (except that she and Brother S don't get along... but you don't want to get me started on that ;-)--kidnapped me for a weekend in her delightful hometown of Southern Pines NC. Not to parse words, but... it's gorgeous! The town often plays host to the US Open, and it's smack-dab in the middle of NC horse country. Which means you're surrounded on every side by majestic pines, rolling green hills, and the most exquisite ponies you will ever see. And if that's not enough to get me down south, then the promise of fantastic company, Scrabble and Settlers, not mention RIDICULOUS food always is.
Thank you my dear friend, let's do this again soon!
Thank you my dear friend, let's do this again soon!
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| Darts at The Sly Fox, a really cute pub with ties to the Sweet C fam |
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| Shrimp and Grits, my southern ritual |
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| Flirting with the "other" side of the tracks |
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| Sweet C's yard has The. Best. Swings! |
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| I could sit on this dock and read all day |
I want a house. I have for a few years now. I've been able to save some money and while I enjoy my nomadic lifestyle, I enjoy it more when there is the promise of a home for me and my stuff. Now that the Future Mr. Two and I are planning on becoming permanent room mates, I felt this was the time.
Well, this weekend, it happened. I found the PERFECT house. Not only was it the perfect house, it was in the perfect neighborhood, it had the perfect amenities and best of all, it was the perfect price. I went to investigate. I contacted the real estate agent. The house had a garage that was originally a carriage house and could have been converted back with some blood, sweat and paint.
I went about securing what I would need to in order to buy a home. I didn't care about redecorating. In my mind, I'd already moved in. I called the real estate agent on Monday morning at 8.30am.
"Oh, we are so sorry. We just put it under contract this morning."
I was crushed. And still am. Perhaps next time I won't be so fool hearty when I fall in house love. But I doubt it. It is just too exciting. I'll just be the first to call.
Well, this weekend, it happened. I found the PERFECT house. Not only was it the perfect house, it was in the perfect neighborhood, it had the perfect amenities and best of all, it was the perfect price. I went to investigate. I contacted the real estate agent. The house had a garage that was originally a carriage house and could have been converted back with some blood, sweat and paint.
I went about securing what I would need to in order to buy a home. I didn't care about redecorating. In my mind, I'd already moved in. I called the real estate agent on Monday morning at 8.30am.
"Oh, we are so sorry. We just put it under contract this morning."
I was crushed. And still am. Perhaps next time I won't be so fool hearty when I fall in house love. But I doubt it. It is just too exciting. I'll just be the first to call.
It was a big week full of really important news, so you may have missed the bitterly disputed Parliamentary election in the former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia. FYROM's adolescent democratic throwdown is notable for several reasons, including: raging street protests in Skopje by dissident ethnic Albanians; the historic allotment of several seats in Parliament to represent Macedonians living abroad, and; the terribly dashing and brilliant volunteer monitoring electoral legitimacy along the country's Greek border.
Which brings me to my point. When Mr. One is out of town, he seems to always take the functioning part of my brain with him. I stop sleeping well and start doing crazy things like looking at real estate listings in the suburbs, telling the Princess that *maybe* she can keep a puppy, and ordering purple jeggings. For our son. And now we can add to the list, completely forgetting about my Monday date with the blogosphere. Sorry, team!
The good news is, Mr. One enjoyed his little junket keeping the world safe for democracy, and he's on a plane home right now. Hopefully my brain makes it past the sniffer-dogs at Dulles....
Which brings me to my point. When Mr. One is out of town, he seems to always take the functioning part of my brain with him. I stop sleeping well and start doing crazy things like looking at real estate listings in the suburbs, telling the Princess that *maybe* she can keep a puppy, and ordering purple jeggings. For our son. And now we can add to the list, completely forgetting about my Monday date with the blogosphere. Sorry, team!
The good news is, Mr. One enjoyed his little junket keeping the world safe for democracy, and he's on a plane home right now. Hopefully my brain makes it past the sniffer-dogs at Dulles....
For you!
Last post from our Asian adventure (but probably not of it). What can I say? It was awesome. As a follow up to 5 Things I Learned in Korea, I give you:
5 Things I've Learned in Korean
(spelled as phonetically as I could muster)
1. kamza hamiduh -- thank you
2. anyong haseo -- hello
3. mashisoyo -- delicious
4. anyong kaseo -- goodbye
5. . . 5. . . confession -- actually, I only learned four things in Korean
Once upon a time, Four and Five took a ferry to visit their long (not really) lost--and beloved--sister, Zusa, in her homeland, Japan. Their sister showed them the most fantastical time filled with magical villages, enchanted forests, tiny Japanese school children, and very, very old bells. Momo and Z came along for the adventure--and we all lived happily, ever JAPANESE!
The End.
If my memory serves me correctly (doubtful), the very first night Dr. P and I "hung out" he suggested we go canoeing together. Little did he know that when I was 9 I was voted "most likely to canoe around the world," at summer camp. So, I was psyched. obvi. I came down to DC from Baltimore the next Saturday ready for the sun and the surf, but alas, canoodling beat out canoeing that weekend, and every weekend since until...
This Memorial day, after almost three years, Dr. P--always a man of his word--followed through and took me to the river. Dropped me in the water (with canoe below of course). And I know exactly why I love as I do!
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| Playing it cool, like I do. |
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| Victoire! Victoire! Victoire! |
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| The only way he could get me to stop singing river themed songs was to take my picture... |
My river-themed medley:
Did I miss any?
After all that rowing, and singing, and promise fulfilling I thought we deserved a reward.
Hooray for fro-yo, rivers, river songs, wonderful boyfriends, and looooooooooong weekends!