My Week at a Glance!

Hello Lads and Lassies...it has been a loooong time indeed! But if you take a look at what I've been up to, you'll see why I have not had time to write, it really was not even up to me:

First, I fell 94 feet. Yea, BIG fall, but don't be too concerned, it was on Jurassic Park-the Ride at Universal Studios. I was there with my nephew and step-dad, Howie. Now, I had been hassling Howard alll week that he better go on this ride with me, otherwise this trip would all be for nothing. And he wouldn't hear of it. I was telling the man who's about to walk from one side of England to another in two weeks that he has no sense of adventure--some would say it was on the brink of obnoxious. Not I! "What are you chicken?!"...in so many words or less, and then he agreed to go! The ride is extremely tame, basically like Disneyland's Jungle Cruise, but you're periodically getting squirted with water. But at the end when the boat started to ascend at nearly a 90 degree angle, I started to panic, my heart racing a mile a minute, and think to myself "What the hell was I thinking? Since when can I handle rides like this?!" Meanwhile Mr. 70 Yr Old Doesn't Like Roller Coasters treats the whole thing like cool beans, while I scream my head off like someone had a knife to my throat. He was just worried his sunglasses were gonna come off.

Second, in an unfortunate event not to far from "Et tu, brute," I went out Saturday night with Carrie and Liana in an effort to get my mind off things. We went to a billiards place called Q's, but in my naivete, I thought it was spelled the way it should be- CUES...clearly I'm just not hip to the savvy ways of nightclub/bar spellings. One of the things I must admit that I hate about going out is it requires me to show my ID. When I was 15 I must say,not so attractive--seriously though, how many of us were? I was the awkward, gangly, frizzy haired, unplucked eyebrows, bigger nosed girl. So every time I hand over my ID to some cute bouncer, they look me up and down, and and raise their own eyebrow, and wonder if possibly that girl lived within me. "SAME girl buddy, let's keep it movin!" Now it's one thing to get yourself to the bar, it's a whole other ballgame meeting the guys at the bar. Carrie and I went for a lap around the joint, flippin' our hair, flashin' our smiles--maybe next time we'll have to woo the fellows with our skills at the Q tables.

Third, if you must know, I managed to sustain two injuries. I hurt my armpit while dancing to Nelly Furtado. I know, you must be thinking, "What in the world does this girl do when she dances?" Well I hadn't exercised in awhile, so my dancing was quite aerobic. More in the Jane Fonda workout genre. There was kicking, jumping, punching in the air--therein lies the injury. For at least a day it hurt to pick up my computer, certainly to type this sentence....owww. Injury numero due was sustained after a day at the beach. Need I say more? No, my horrible fear of being eaten by a shark was not confirmed. Rather, it would seem after 22 years, I still don't comprehend that my fair skin doesn't bode well under the sun's brilliant rays, certainly not for four hours. Suffice to say, my stomach and back turned the shade of a cooked lobster-colorful, no?

So you see my dear readers it was not up to me to leave you for this long. It was out of my hands and in the hands of...well.. in the hands of a force bigger than me. I will do my very best not to leave you again like this, but you never know what rollercoaster, or catchy Nelly Furtado song lies ahead. Forgive me. And on that note, I bid you, adieu.