If anyone is wondering what I need want for my birthday; feel free to put in an offer.
In 68 days, I enter my 30th year. Yikes.
This is a really great list.
We climbed Black Bear Mountain. We found magic mushrooms, and then Alan cast a spell on the people of Inlet, NY. Our lake house in on the lake in the background. The spell worked FYI. meghanandthebeard
Now it is time to make an unrealistic list of things I hope to do.
A poster proposal to Virginia’s ACRL conference was accepted. This will be my first poster presentation. I am very excited.
I am sick. In the summer. Super.
Tapas date. Movies. Egg donuts - new addition to the fried egg sandwich. Shopping. Returning. Wine shopping. Farmers marketing. Lime-aid making. Falling Skies watching - meh. Bike riding.
Day of Firsts:
Seeing the Building (Empire State) in the sunset still gets me. Every.single.time.
Maybe a list will help:
Only six items. Not too shabby.
Yikes.
Thursday night date wondering around Home Depot and Bed, Bath, & Beyond, then Thai dinner. Mmm. Friday night, going to look at a table. Saturday picking up a sofa and table. Lunch. Nap. Birthday party. Becoming a high school English teacher sounds fun. Sunday. Packing. Homework. Concert. Only 5 more days.
I will be taking the summer off from school. I want to read a book or two, for pleasure.
New job. Apartment hunting. Have seen enough apartments that I can’t keep them straight. Find perfect place. Put in application. Walk around the city. Go to open house. See worst apartment ever. Play Ms. Pacman. Sleep early. Wake late. Learn we were accepted into the perfect apartment. Go to junk shop. Find more plates and bowls. Find a table. Wander around new neighborhood. It is so nice. My street has trees. TREES. Go to friends. Enjoy patio. Play with baby. Chat like adults. Reading for school. Video chat with my best friend. An excellent way to end a busy weekend.
New glasses. Getting ready to roast veggies for dinner. Beach House concert was super. Late night McDonalds was delicious. Tidied up the apartment. Watching the Oscars with Sandra via text. The Kindle commercial where people run around with their Kindles is weird.
Beer bar? No, thank you. Cowgirl Seahorse? Yes, please. Hi 1993. Early to bed. Breakfast. School. Homework. Dinner. Movies. Meeker Flea. Lunch. Bloody Marys. Sunny day. Double feature. Stayed up too late.
It was an easy, breezy weekend.