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Well, so it's 1am.... and I've been putting off going to bed, because I know that if I do, Vacation is *officially* over, and when I wake up it'll be time for work again. *sigh*.... back to the grind. However. It's also 1am and I'm TIRED. Holly and I did a nice 10 mile bike ride today... which, being the first ride of the season, was momentous. Why you might ask? WELL, let me tell you. It was monumental, because this time last year, we could only complete HALF of the same ride, we were huffing and puffing and my knees (thank you previous injuries.) were KILLING me. THIS year (after a winter at the gym), we did all 10 miles with really no breaks, except some quick ones for water, I'm barely even fatigued and my knees don't feel a thing. WOOHOO. Sometimes, it really is the little victories, huh? Funny moment: Watching people in shorts and tee-shirts, walking/pushing their bikes through the 20ft. section of the bike path that was still covered in 4-5 inches of slushy snow. Alright. I give up. Work, you win. I'm hitting the pillows now...... Vacation... it was nice... see you again soon? Tags: biking, nsm, vacation
You might find me at: home
I'm feeling...:  recumbent
I'm rockin' out to:: All-American Rejects - Night Drive
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Ahh... so, Day 3 of school vacation.... ahhh... I am enjoying the break from the kiddos.... although, when I come back, I have to give them the news that I am headed back to camp this year (Deal with it!)... I am SO excited... although, not excited to break that news to them. I can picture the look of death that my director is going to give me. Yikes. AH WELL. At any rate, I'm done housesitting this afternoon... thank god. I'm at housesitting day 4... which means I am now starting to get sick of the house with no TV (and no movies, really), and no real food.... at least it has internet, right?! I miss my own house... and the convenience of living in Montpelier (vs. this house in Richmond). My Dad is pissed at me again. *sigh*... it is really like dealing with a 12 year old having a temper tantrum, some days...although I tend to feel guilty, because I'm his child. In a nutshell, He got expensive tickets to a concert in Montreal (one that I'm not really interested in), and couldn't find anyone to go with him. He asks if I will go (as a last resort, so ticket doesn't go to waste), I say I'm housesitting and unless Mom or Holly can come up and stay here, then I can't. Subsequently, they couldn't. He gets pissed, because I say I can not go and leave this dog for 10 hours. So much so that he hangs up on me, TWICE. Now, don't get me wrong, I do feel very badly that he would've had to go to the concert alone, or drive to Montreal alone... but at the same time, he's 56 and I am *not* responsible for his social life. It is *Not* my fault that he couldn't find someone to go with him. Although, I have some guilt about this... however, the reality is that I had a housesitting job that I committed to and couldn't just ditch the dog for that long. SORRY. *sigh*... but of course, he didn't get his way, and he's all pissy and disappointed... so. Woo hoo. Life is going to be great around my house for the rest of my vacation.... I think perhaps I'll try and commandeer someone into having dinner out with me tonight, so I don't have to be home..... Holly and I went and saw The Reaping last night. First off, definitely a jumpy and disturbing movie. I'm not sure I thought it was "good", but it definitely fulfilled it's expectations. But then, after seeing this very creeeeeeepy movie, Holly leaves me alone, in this big old scary house! Ack! Yeah. I slept in the living room with the lights on. heehehehehehe Has anyone been dreaming a lot, as of late? I'm wondering if it's just a crazy phase of the moon, or if I've just been sleeping better and therefore dreaming more... or....? I dunno..... .Any ideas what me scratching someone else's bug bites means? If it matters, the bug bites were on their forehead, and under their hair. And yes, there was more to the dream, but that seems to be the part that is eluding me. All told, I suppose it's been a pretty good week/weekend, so far.... Met some adorable new people (no. we're not going into that now. Let's just say it's classic Aja's attraction to "unavailable" people...)... partied like a rockstar, socialized, hung out... it's been good times.... hopefully this week continues like this. My riding lesson for this Monday got cancelled though.... Hopefully the lady will be able to reschedule it this week... I don't have the time to be able to afford to miss even one. I am just terrified of this upcoming certification.... I'm taking riding lessons to get my form back... but I don't have the option to ride more than these lessons... it just isn't happening... so.... I dunno. Riding is one of those things where practice makes perfect (and limber, and less sore, and more confident)... and I can't practice. If I could practice, I think I would be less apprehensive about this certification.... but as of right now, I feel like a fish out of water... and oddly so. Like, I LOVE this. I love riding, I love the horses.... but I also remember when I was *really* good, and at the height of my game... and it feels bad and/or discouraging to have to struggle this much with it, again. It's been a LONG time since horsebackriding was challenging for me. I like the challenge, but I dislike feeling incompetent at something I used to be so proficient in. But, what can you do, but your best, I guess... swallow your pride and keep on, keepin' on... Well, dear LJ, I suppose that's all for now.... must be off to wash dishes and make the bed and what not, in anticipation of their return.... I shall leave you with a quote of the day:
The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers. ~M. Scott Peck
Tags: dad, dream, llc, quotes, riding, struggle, vacation
You might find me at: housesitting in Richmond...
I'm feeling...:  contemplative
I'm rockin' out to:: You can't always get what you want - the Rolling Stones
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Ohh my. That is where I will begin. Last night was so randomly entertaining. Becky had her two college friends up from out of state, and wanted to show them a "Vermont Experience". So we hit the bar. Not just any bar, but the local, rowdy bar. Ahhhh Gusto's. Her crazy friends met my crazy friends and much booze was consumed. Perhaps tooooo much booze, I think. hahaha... Lessons learned: I suck at Buck Hunter, I suck *slightly* less at pool, and gay men really do flock to me. Nonetheless, I feel only minorly like I want to die today, and am beginning a week of school vacation! Wee!!! However, I am trapped in my house (the roads SUCK SO BAD), and need to go to housesitting. This is not good. And, I would like to add... the Dad and I conversed/hung out for a couple of hours this evening, and apparently reached our limit, because now we're testy and snapping at each other. BLEH. Time to go to housesitting (and figure out a way to MOVE OUT!). Hmm. So yeah. I dunno... I feel like I haven't updated in forever, yet there doesn't seem like there's been all that much to same. Same old shit, different day, sort of thing. I am SO looking forward to summer, I will say that. However, I feel that someone needs to send a memo to the weather gods, reminding them that is is, in fact APRIL and it needs to not be dumping snow on us. As a result of all this, I have a flock of hella confused robins in my back yard... they are hopping around, trying to avoid the snow and looking around like WTF?! Very Amusing. Well, so. To bed I go... I must rest up for tomorrow's festivities... yiiiikes. Tags: dad, drinking, snow, vacation
You might find me at: home...
I'm feeling...:  bored
I'm rockin' out to:: Pina Colada in a Pint Glass - Gaelic Storm
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Seriously, people. Some days I just wish that someone could read my mind, and just organize my thoughts and everything FOR me. My head is so cluttered these days that I don't even know where to begin. Hence the unusual lack of verbiage spewed at my dear old LJ. There is so much to say.... but it's like unraveling a yarn ball.... where to begin? Vacation....... is not all that I want it to be. I'm working to find a way to fix that.... (where can I go that's random and different, that cost relatively no money to get or stay there?)... but I feel so void of partners in (mis)adventure that it almost seems pointless; I'm sorry, road-tripping by yourself is just no fun. I dunno.... I've always heard that people that are 'bored' are just boring people. I don't think that's the case at all... I just get bored when I've exhausted all my other options.... I've read until my eyeballs fall out, watched movies, walked the dogs, gone to the gym, cooked, cleaned..... slept. Sleeping seems to be the most entertaining option. NOW what? I guess I'm just not the person that functions well alone. Fine. I admit it. I'm socially dependent.... and I feel SO ISOLATED. BLEH. In other news, let me tell you about the random dream I had the other night (imput, anyone?): So, I'm walking alone in the midst of a group of about 4-5 other people, all men. In my dream I know them, or have some sense of them being familiar, but in real life they aren't anyone I know. Anyway, we're walking along through what I can best describe as a gorge. On one side of us there is a steep stone face, on the other, stone and embankment, creating a ... valley?... through which we are walking. The whole place seems very ominous and foreboding - there are overhanging trees blocking much of the sunlight, there is murky standing water puddles on the ground... and a lot of shadows. More importantly, we're all picking our way along very carefully, because where ever we look, there are poisonous things. I go to balance a hand on the rock face, but just before I put it down, a huge beetle (that I identify as poisonous in my dream) scuttles out of the way.... I step on a rock to traverse the murky water and there is a creepy slither in the water.... there are black snakes draped in the trees, humungous insects.... etc. etc. etc.... all things that look very dark. Literally and metaphorically. No one is hurt, or gets hurt.... but I know that the danger is there - if the snake gets me, the creature in the water bites, I get stung by one of the giant beetles, etc... Although, I have no idea why we are going this way, or how we headed this way.... all I know is that two guys ahead of me, me, and two-three guys behind me are all headed this way as a group... and there is no particular end to this ominous corridor in sight...... Then I wake up. Thoughts? On that note.... off to sleep, I suppose (only 2am?!). Going shopping with Becky tomorrow.... Gotta love window shopping, when you have NOOOOO cash. Bleh. Ah well... at least there will be conversation... Tags: bored, dreams, vacation
You might find me at: home...
I'm feeling...: bored
I'm rockin' out to:: Geek in pink
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Well... here I am... Day one of offical school vacation... and bored out of my mind. Seriously. I'm dying. I've spent the last two nights chillin at my mom's house and socializing and what not... but, GOD, I'm dying. (I know, I know, stop whining, I'm on 'vacation').... the problem is this: Noone else i know is on vacation. Except Tim. Who has jetted off to Cali..... SO.. that means allllll day, noone's around... and then, all night, noone seems to want to do anything, because they have to work the next day. BLEH. BLEHHHHh.
I've read, watched movies, gamed.... now, I want to socialize. *grumble*
AH well..... off to try and amuse myself.... Tags: bored, vacation
You might find me at: My Mom's...
I'm feeling...: bored
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