I know I've been uncharacteristically quiet the last couple weeks, at least in blog-land. After a wonderful weekend at the coast, some not-so-wonderful weeks at work, and some stressful moments that caused me to fantasize about living in a cave on some deserted island, I suppose I've just been too confused by my own emotions to articulate much of anything. One day, I started writing about baby fever. Another day I tried to write a mundane catch-up post. In both instances I got distracted & having lost my inspiration, decided to delete them. It's been full-on adult ADD in my head lately, so consider it a blessing that I haven't shared it all w/ the internets.
We're T-minus 28 days to our family vacay/Trin's bday celebration week in Disneyland. We'll be arriving there on 10-11-12, which is kind of cool. We've decided to make-do w/ some costumes we have at home for our Disneyland Trick-or-Treating adventure, but I'll be making Trin a peacock costume for the real Halloween. We've got our reservations made, a pretty basic plan hashed out for each day, and now it's just a matter of saving up money so we don't have to be too worried about eating while we're down there. I swear, it's moments like this when I wish I had a trust fund. I'm not a fan of excess, so I wouldn't go crazy. It would just be nice not to have to worry if we overspend by a few bucks on a meal or impulsively decide to buy a tshirt. But such is life, I know this, so there's no use whining. Still, a girl can dream.
We're making a trip up to my Dad's this weekend to see our favorite band, Rehab perform. We've driven 5+ hours to Portland to see them perform twice, but missed the last show they played there. This time, we're cutting the drive in half so I can spend time w/ my Dad & so we can get home and get some sleep before work/school the next day. Also, the Moonshine Bandits are performing at the show, too, and we haven't got to see them yet. So it'll be something new & fun.
Other than that, things are about the same as always in my little world. Well, mostly the same. I've found myself completely enthralled in one of the worst-written books ever, 50 Shades of Grey. I'm about 80% done w/ the second book, 50 Shades Darker, and I'm having a very hard time putting it down. I would never claim above-average intelligence, but I typically prefer books that require a lot more thought. I'll never forget being in 9th grade & my Alternative Ed teacher asking me who my favorite author was. When I told him Kurt Vonnegut, he was visibly shocked, probably b/c normal girls my age were reading Danielle Steele or some shit like that. Now that I sound completely snobbish, I'll admit: I love the 50 Shades books. They're so totally far-fetched, poorly written, and the recurring "inner goddess" drives me bonkers. Yet, for some unknown reason, I can't put them down. I devoured the first book within just a few days and have nearly finished the second book in 2 days. I'm just hoping the 3rd book comes in at the library before I finish this one so that my besty can read it & pass it off to me before too long. I'm that impatient to read it! I rarely feel this way about a book, and I can't even name the number of book series' I've read where there wasn't one or more that were sub-par and turned me off on the rest of the series. I started reading the 50 Shades trilogy with the feeling that it wouldn't live up to the hype, but somehow I'm hooked. It's crazy.
Oh yeah, how can I forget to mention I turned 32 last week? That's right. I probably forgot to mention it b/c the day totally and thoroughly sucked ass! A huge majority of my immediate family (aka all my siblings and my Dad) forgot my birthday. That was pretty much the main reason for it's suckage. That and the fact that it felt just like any other day. I'm a huge proponent of birthdays. It's my strongly held belief that no matter how broke, busy, or tired everyone is, the birthday girl or boy should be given extra attention on their special day. (Presents are nice, too, but not always necessary.) There was some love thrown at me via fb, a hilarious prank call, and a few texts, too. It's not like I was completely ignored or anything. I'm very grateful for everyone who took a minute to wish me a happy birthday, especially since I took it off of fb to avoid a zillion and one bday wishes from people who don't really care. (I'm not saying all fb bday wishes are insincere, but I don't want to force people to wish me a happy bday if we're not that close of friends. I don't care about stuff like that. I like to hear it from the people who truly WANT to wish me a happy bday. And those who cared, did take the time to tell me & I was/am happy that they did so.) My mom took me, my hubs, and kiddo out to Hometown Buffet for dinner, which was nice of her. I didn't expect anything from her besides maybe a phone call, so dinner was a treat. I just felt totally underwhelmed by a few key people who I expected would pay a little more attention. The day after my bday was probably one of the most depressing in a very long time and to avoid falling into that pit again, I'll go ahead and stop writing. Just keep in mind that my birthday is September 5th. It's the same day every year. And in 2013, if you're someone who truly cares, take a second to show me. That's all I'm going to say about that.