Its been a while...

Ok.  I apologize to all my faithful blog readers that I have not updated in a while.  I wanted to, but I have been busy.  Vacations and school take up a lot of my time. 

A rundown of my vacations:

Camp Tockwogh- not really a vacation, but a volunteer weekend.  It was nice to see my campers now counselors.  I felt about 1000 years old, but it was a great time.  I got to swim, hang out with some chillins and lay on the dock reading my book! Awesome

NYC- Me, K, Chris, Bean, M-Healy nuf said.  PS Kirsten's new girlfriend in NYC gave me Rabies.

Poconos- Swam in the lake, swam in a river, hiked a waterfall, hilarity (Greg McKenna was there), played nerdy board games, ate too much food, drank too much beer.  

Best line from So You Think You Can Dance....

"Son, you served gangster on a platter."

-Mia Michaels...Thank you.

Wish you were a lesbian? I'll change that...

What happened in 2004?  I want you to give me a detailed description of everything you did in 2004, I want you to relive every decision you made and give me a good reason why.  I was asked to do this.  This is what happens when you are a lesbian.  

I made a pact with Maloy to never go to Sisters again.  I should have stood by that,  but silly me... Maloy was in St. Louis, I was at Woody's an old "friend" was at Sisters.  I'll meet up for a beer I thought.  WRONG!!! Sobfest '08.  Not me, my "friend" who shall remain nameless.  I was blamed for every thing that has gone wrong for this girl for the last 4 years, most of which we were not speaking, hanging out, chatting, seeing each other. PLEASE.  Needless to say, I'm back to the pact.  NO Sisters, don't even ask.

Awkward BBQ's? Of course, what would 4th of July be without one.  6 people, 4 dogs, burgers grilled for 1 hour (not exaggerated), PBR in the bathtub (not exaggerated luckily still in the can), Fireworks, discussion of Pearl Necklaces (yes...that kind), dog bites.  Awful things happen when you are a lesbian.

Bright side? Fun at Ice Cream Festival.  Andrea, Jonah, Bean, Lucien, Chels (not a lesbian), and me $5 all the ice cream we could eat.  Kind of gross because it was 90 degrees, but also sort of delicious.  We helped lick leukemia.  So sometimes it is nice to be a lesbian, but sometimes it is gross.   

Airport tally: Twice in 24 hours. 

Rehoboth

We went to Rehoboth.  I didn't take pictures.  It was just tooooooo romantic.  Just kidding, I'm still not very good at taking pictures, so sorry.  Went to the beach, read a book, hit the thrift store, drank champagne, ate Nicola Pizza (mmmmmmm), that's pretty much it.  Yard sale this weekend, then moving for Mom.  Ay, ay, ay. 

I'm taking up jump roping which put an end to my summer no bra pact.  I hate boobs... my boobs.

It's a 'Burgh thing, you wouldn't understand

At the confluence. Notice that we are not touching.  This was a "no touching" weekend.  I could barely stand it.  Don't worry when we got on the plane I poked Maloy until I thought she might cry.

The Incline

My new pen!

Weekend completed.  I didn't even make Mal's parents hate me anymore than they do now.  Her Dad definitely hates me, but I think I won Mary Lee over when I made my own crust.  I know I'm super talented.  Grandma was thrilled with my crust making abilities as well.  Day 2 I went to the Three Rivers Arts Festival with Mals, Mom, and Sarah.  I don't know if you know this about me, but I'm not very patient, I don't really like looking at Jewelry and all I could really focus on was the fact that Pride was also that weekend and was laughing hysterically at all the gays.  There were plenty of gays to laugh at, if Richard had been there he would have had to mutter "Margit, Margit," about 1,000 times.  Apparently everything at the Arts Festival was either cute or a stitch.  Needless to say, not really my scene, but I pretended.  We went to the confluence/the point where all three rivers come together(the Allegheny and Monogehela combine to make the Ohio).  It was pretty.  After the festival we went out to dinner with Grandma and Mr. Mals.  It was delicious, but the highlight was really two things.  We rode on the Duquesne Incline and Mal's mom bought me a Duquesne Incline pen that has a little incline that when you turn it upside down it moves.  It is in one word...EXCELLENT!  

We go to Rehomo tomorrow.  I'm really digging this summer off thing!  

Pittsburgh or Bust

Day one in Pittsburgh.  We had some southside action in the morning including a trip to the Salvation Army.  I got a pair of Nikes for 5 bucks, Yes!  Ate a Primanti Bros. sandwich. Visited grandma.  We came home, I whipped up a Strawberry Rhubarb cobbler.  Played city horseshoes.  Which I won.  (Only against Marianne) Grilled out.  Played some family Bocce Ball.  Watched 16 candles and went to bed.

Mind, Body, Soul

As if attending interminable Professional Development wasn't enough, you should definitely throw in Country Line Dancing.  Think I'm kidding?  We had our second to last professional development yesterday and it was one that we got invited to.  Invitations in our mailboxes and everything.  We were to wear comfortable shoes, bring a water bottle, and a copy of our favorite book.  I brought in Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life (That book is hilarious).  First things first, there are about 50 teachers at my school and we were each given a card with a fruit on it.  We then had to make a fruit basket, so you had to find other people with different cards to make these baskets.  It took like 15 minutes for everyone to figure out how to do this.  It doesn't SOUND that hard, but trust me, it was.  We were now in three groups we would do rotations of Mind, Body, and Soul.  In Mind, we talked about our books and gave each other recommendations.  It was nice.  In body, we had to do some Tai Chi breathing exercises all I could think of was Mom doing "cloudy hands."  Then we went to soul where some nice jewish boy made us a smoothie using a blender powered by a bike.  But it wasn't over.  We had country line dancing lessons.  It was totally bizarre.  I swore if they put on the Cha Cha slide I was quitting.  Sometimes I feel like Chelsea and think, is this my life? No. This couldn't be my life.

Countdown to P-Burgh: Tomorrow.  I guess I'm not very good at countdowns.