Typically I hate writing about what is going on in my life in any sort of “this happened then this… followed by this” fashion. On the whole, my life isn’t that exciting (terrorizing the cats and Mack when I’m not at work). I tend to find it boring, in general, to read a play-by-play of people’s lives unless they wrestled alligators after saving a baby from a run-away train while riding a grizzly bear.
Now that? That would be awesome. It also gave you an amazing visual I am sure.
I’ve been really busy, however, so to make it as ‘gator wrestling as possible I give you the play by play of the last eight days in my life:
- Hayley came to town. Thursday she was so jet-lagged and I was so busy telecommuting we didn’t really do much. Mack and I introduced her to Southern fried chicken and sweet tea before we took her to the pier at the Beach to watch people fish. Yes, life in the South was portrayed to her as a thrill per minute.
- Jane Austen night, no boys allowed. I don’t know if it was really ‘no boys allowed’, per say, but Mack was staying away as though his life depended on it. Instead, he went and hung out with some friends while Hayley and I enjoyed pasta and she did my hair up in the ‘Jane Austen era hairdo’. See here:

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- Bucky feared for his life. When you take him outside of the apartment and to the vet (where everyone working at our vet is plotting to steal him) he is really affectionate and “oh look how charming I am”. In the apartment he beats up on the other cats and is generally a little shithead terror but looks so adorable while punching Blue in the head. For some reason, however, Bucky had the fear of all that is holy when Hayley showed up in the apartment. He spent the first 24 hours hidden under the sink and the rest of the time stepping out, seeing her, then running away as though the devil was at his heels. He also felt, that first morning after she had stayed the night, the need to bitch at us from 6:30AM – 8AM that there was an INTRUDER in the apartment and we MUST KNOW THIS.
- A battle that the Confederates Actually Won. I can joke since I grew up in Seattle thus do not feel the embittered feelings that the Civil War still brings up here in the South. On Saturday we drove out to Olustee battle site since Hayley has a thing with the Civil War that dates back to junior high and her ‘Gone with the Wind’ phase. That battle sight was pretty non-descript with a trail that takes you around the battle site in the middle of the woods with signs that give you information. I think the highlight was talking about using bears in warfare and how awesome that would be (and afterwards spotting bear droppings). Oh yeah, and also being near a correctional facilities and hearing the alarm go off.
- St. Augustine Lighthouse. We took Hayley to St. Augustine to experience the tourist joy that is the first coast. Since Mack and I hadn’t gone up into the St Augustine lighthouse before (due to arriving, once, when it was closing) we decided to pay to climb up the 216 steps. About the second flight of stairs I remembered I have a crippling fear of heights. I did make it to the top (where it was really windy) but trust me this: I plastered myself against the lighthouse as far away from the railing as my body could get.
- Hayley leaves, Emily arrives. Hayley’s flight was at 6:30AM, so that required Mack and I to wake at 4AM to drive her to the airport. This, of course, started the longest day known to man-kind. You can read about Emily’s travel adventures here. We ultimately had to drive down to Orlando to pick her up at 2AM (2 1/2 hour drive) and I napped/tried to sleep as best as I could since I had to work the next day. By the time Mack picked Emily up I was laying on the ground in the back of his Tahoe trying my best to sleep. This, of course, didn’t happen at all between 2AM – 5AM. When got back to Jacksonville about 7:12AM after I dozed on and off… and I was home just in time for work.
- Another space launch. I know, we’re addicted. WE CAN NOT HELP IT. Until you see a space launch you seriously can not judge our dirty, dirty addiction. This one was at 4:34AM thus the period of no sleep for me and AWE-INSPIRING PICTURE TAKING OPPORTUNITIES.
- Me being sleepy ALL WEEK. Due to not really sleeping Monday night and having woken up at 4AM that day (and working all of Tuesday) my sleep pattern has pretty much been whack. Mack took the week off to hang out with his sister while here and I’ve hung out with them when I wasn’t working but seriously? I just need like 20 hours of sleep to catch up.
- Emily leaves, I chop off 10-inches of hair. They don’t relate but they happened on the same day, as it happened. For another post I will go into the last time I hacked off a bunch of hair with a friend (a brief saying I used when it happened “Jenny and I were learned the hard way the other night you shouldn’t play with scissors when bored. In other news: I have a new hair cut!”) but this one was for a good reason: donating it. I’ve grown it out for three years (after it having about an inch and a half length… yes. Bored and stupid were Jenny and I) and think it was about time. I lost 10-inches of hair and since Saturday I’ve felt light-headed from the loss of mass on my head.

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In case you were wondering: that wrist tattoo did earn me a slap upside the head from my Mom when I got it at 21.
And that is my week in a nut-shell. My brother had a birthday last Monday I almost forgot about (big 36!) and I got my new camera lens… aaaaand forgot to buy an adaptor to make it fit my camera.
So internet: what’s been up with you?
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