Another August Vacation

The trip to Los Angeles didn’t happen.  I’m going to leave it at that.  I’m applying the funds for the ticket to fly back home for a two-week stay.  I still owed the airline money, but thankfully it was less than sixty dollars.  As usual, the dates for my annual visit correlate with those of the Minnesota State Fair.  Instead of going to Los Angeles, I drove to Orlando.  I basically stayed in the hotel room all day, went to the pool in the afternoon, and enjoyed eating a lot of new food in the evening.  In the process, I wrote many reviews and shared my pictures on Yelp.  I also drank too much and got sick because tequila is gross and one sip of that nasty substance is all it takes to make me ill — proof that it doesn’t matter how much watermelon there was in that margarita, tequila and I do not mix well.  Going to the pool was one of the first times recently where I didn’t give any fucks about what people thought about me.  There were those lookers but I didn’t let them get to me.

As the days approach to my departure for my home, I’m reminded of many things I miss.  I miss bland food that I can’t find replacements for down here.  I’ll probably buy a couple half-baked pizzas and freeze them, just so I can enjoy them within the first few days of coming back.  (Seriously, I will.)  Frankie’s.  Fish sliders.  Oyster wings.  Jucy Lucy.  Clive’s.  Jin’s.  Wild rice soup with ham.  Beer cheese soup.  Caramel roll.  Walleye!  Walleye!!  Walleye!!!  This list of food doesn’t include what I get at the fair.  I thought I may return back heavier, but after overeating for a week in Orlando, I still haven’t gained.  I stepped on the scale for the first time in a month because I was sick of someone telling me what I can and can’t do to my body.  (In a passive-aggressive voice:  I get it, you hate fat people and you’re changing yourself, but you don’t need to go and shit on everyone else.)  I’m perfectly fine with the number because it’s just a number.  I feel great!

But then there’s the part of me that says, “I’m in trouble.”  I have an excess amount of energy which only means one thing:  I’m manic.  Have I ever voluntarily wanted to clean the whole apartment?  (The answer is no.)  I can’t sleep.  I’m moving around way too much.  (OK, this shouldn’t be a thing but it is usual for me.)  Next Wednesday can’t come soon enough.  The following weeks after won’t either.  It’s not necessarily a bad thing, I just don’t like the symptoms.  It’s incredibly hard to describe to someone how I feel if they’ve never experienced the same thing.

Something is Around the Corner…!

1. Creativity.
2. Work.
3. Upcoming vacation.

It snowed yesterday for twelve hours straight. I left early for work thinking I’d have to clear all the snow off my Vue and let it warm up, but there was no snow to be found. [sarcasm] WTF? How can it snow for so long without leaving evidence behind? Oh, that’s right, this is Minnesota. [end sarcasm]

Look at what time it is. I should have been in bed over an hour ago, but my mind is working — it has been all night.

I was “forced” into doing my work at work. I needed that kick in the butt… after I finished, I realized how quickly time went by. I happened to bring my jump drive with me and I started playing with coding…for the first time in AGES. And you know what? I loved every minute of it. So much, in fact, that I lost track of time and stayed overtime (which I will not be paid).

Anxious to start again, I made my way home, forgetting that it is Tuesday. Tuesday is the worst day of the week, not only because I can’t play WoW, but because I have to haul myself and Uncle to downtown Minneapolis. Precious “me” time of the week gone. I am working my fingers, producing another of my wonderful designs; it will be minimalistic, more so than the current one. (I love my current design, perhaps that’s why it’s been up for three years.)

Give me a few days — maybe through the end of the month, depending on how my creativity flows, to get it up.

Back to work. I was greeted by the woman I’ve seen a few times. First thought is “Oh shit, you’re firing me?” But it was nothing. She was there since she got a new work laptop and needed help setting it up. I got my orders for the night, initialize (erase existing data and make fresh) computer tapes. I hate, hate, HATE doing it, but the only reason it got done was because I had my one boss there; and I know I wouldn’t have been able to get away with doing nothing for an hour. Like I said, time flew by. I think being bored for such a long time, yet boredom going by quickly surprised me. And that’s when the creativity hit me.

Next week I’m going on “vacation.” I classify anything as being away from work as “vacation.” But in this case, I will be on what the average Joe considers vacation since I will be out of state and in a hotel. Lovely Madison. Chicago. 🙂 I love my Chicago. Did someone say “Indianapolis?” Yeah, that … place. I’m thinking of skipping Chicago/I-polis and ending up somewhere else to surprise *him* which is why I can’t tell him I’m leaving. (He knows that if I’m going east I may as well travel the extra X hours and end up in Y.) *le sigh*

…..or, I can do what I do best 🙂 Visit somewhere I have not been before.

The queen size bed frame is coming today. I’ve never seen it, but the price was right. I’ll finally have my comfy bed back! And then I’ll get the “right amount” of sleep that maybe I’ll actually feel normal for once.

zzz

k, needz sleep.

I Need Money

Not blogging in a while makes me realize how much stuff I need to do with the blog. I’ve been meaning to update for a few months, and in that time I’ve probably touched two lines of code. Right now I’m thinking, “where’s my darn ‘preview’ button?”

I went to Massachusetts over Thanksgiving. The drive to and from sucked. I meant to stay three nights but ended up being more like seven. The weird thing is that I want to go back! I’m trying to get Rob to send out his resume to other places than Minneapolis. I’ve suggested Boston (he liked names of companies near my hotel) and Dallas (no snow), but it doesn’t sound like he may need to:

Rob got some good news the other night…from his first company. I hope they’ll hire him back.