Saturday, May 3, 2008

"There comes a time for each of us when we must be more than what we are" --Lloyd Alexander


...and for me, that time starts at 8:31 this Monday morning. Yikes! Though I was on a fantastic, wonderful, corona-in-the-hot-tub vacation, the world did not go on vacation too. I came home to 7 gillion loads of laundry, monthly bills, and 249 new emails some of which were crap, but many which were super important and included scary things like my rounds and on call schedule at EMC.


Holy crap! I know I've been in school for 3 years, but I don't know if I'm prepared...I guess we'll see at about 8:32, or better yet on Monday night since I am on call. Tomorrow will be a super crazy day of un and then re packing. I know I'm going to forget something important--it's really just a part of who I am. For example, I forgot to pack all of my white bras for vacation. As many of the tops I was planning on wearing were white/light colored, poor Adam had to take me to Belk in Kitty Hawk and wait while I shuffled through about 6,000 38DD bras to find anything close to my size.


Which brings me to our vacation, which was awesome!! We had a cute little house with a hot tub on the deck just a few steps away from a fridge stocked with beer. We spent a day on Ocracoke Island, which was a really neat little place with lots of artsy shops. We also went trail riding on the beach, and though Adam's horse was barn sour and mulish I got a cute little ex-reining horse and we got to high tail it down the beach into the ocean. Two of the days were really pretty hot and on Friday Adam and I actually swam in the ocean! And I mean swam--we were out past the breakers. It was cold as balls but definitely worth it. How can you go all the way to the beach with out getting in the ocean? For anyone going to the Outer Banks area (Algiers!) Mulligan's in Nags Head was incredible. The crab cakes were unbelievable. And if you're wondering about the Adam picture, he's pretending to be a pirate--pretty dangerous considering Blackbeard was killed off the shores of Ocracoke.




I'm really glad we took Pickles--she LOVED the beach, but was not too interested in the water. At low tide we took her out pretty far and though only her paws got wet she wasn't really into it. As you can tell by the worried look on her face.







Well, the siren from the Radford Army Ammunition Plant (that's right-the Ammunition Plant makes the earth shake, and we hear the siren for shift changes) tells me it's midnight. Tons more to do tomorrow, and a drive up to MD, so I'm off to bed.