Why is Independence Day my least favorite? Mostly because when I was a kid, I hated hanging out with a bunch of sweaty, drunk temporary patriots who confuse the anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence with Memorial Day and Veteran's Day. I grew up in the South and on the East coast, and that means July is a veritable suck-fest of mugginess, bugginess, and thunderstormy-ness. Bleh. And fireworks don't really do anything for me. And Addie's on the same page. /soul-less
The past few years I've headed up to my testicular-sister Scott and his wife Cindy's house in Baltimore, where her parents have a huge blow out bbq and fireworks show. Now, I might hate 4th of July, but I love natty boh and unlimited burgers. MmmmMmmm.
|From the Land of Pleasant Living|
That freed up my 4th to sleep in and then lay around all day recovering, and then participating in Super Awesome Cookout with Addie and Shelby. I ate so much. Chili dogs, marinated grilled pork, charred spicy sausage, big ass drumsticks, and more cobbler. So much nom.
Win for America? Yes.
I also contracted poison ivy by reading Mandy's entry about poison ivy. THANKS! It's on my chest in the shape of Virginia, and damn... I forgot how annoyingly horrible poison ivy can be. I made a midnight trip out to sketchy, rape town convenience store for calamine lotion because I didn't have any benadryl and the itch was unbearable (btw, I'm an itchy wuss--the slightest scratch is unbearable to me). So that's been fun.
I'm ridiculously allergic to poison ivy. But not so much as when I was younger. When I was 9 and we had first moved to Maryland, I got my first patch on my ribs, and didn't know what it was, so I scratched it. And it spread. ALL THE WAY TO MY FOREHEAD, CROSSING MY SHOULDER AND CHEST. I was swollen and puffy and carried the general mannerisms and attitude of a severe burn victim. To make matters worse, that was the week we camped on Assateague, and Josh had brought his cute friend and I was all embarrassed because I did nothing but gross out everyone in a 3 foot radius of me.
And then there was that spring in 8th grade when I got it on my chin, an it spread all over my face. I swelled so bad, my lips lost their shape and turned orange for a little bit. I got steroids and a week off of school (VICTORY), but I had to go back in one day for horrible, useless State Administered Testing. I sat next to one girl who took one look at my blotchy, oozy, calamine covered face and my nasty cracked lips asked me if I had cancer. Idiot.
Anywho, I took lots of fun pictures this weekend, but my Droid is being all Droid-y (i.e. not functioning), so I can't get my pictures off of it. Eeeeesh, I need a real camera. :/
So without further ado, my limited illustrated guide to this past weekend!
|Cobbler time! I make huge messes, but it's ok, because the cobbler is damn delicious.|
|Bart always lies right behind me, not begging for scraps. Definitely not begging.|
|finished cobbler! it was a little too crispy, which was kind of a let down.|
|Addie and Dog enjoying the great cloudy and 68* weather we had on the 4th|
|me in my GO AMERICA shirt, which is a plain T that has Obama's face stenciled on the back. win.|
oh and HEY! some real pictures!
We spent a good hour or so trying to see how many gummy bears we could stick to Dog's nose before he noticed and pawed them off (answer: 4). For some insane reason, we laughed so hard we were crying. It was glorious.
|we are terrible people.|
what else has been going on...
No updates on mood elevation, as there has been none, and no updates on the job front because I refuse to jinx it! But I'm getting more and more nervous, because people I know with like, important jobs are getting laid off. Eugh. And I'm not a teacher, but I just watched Waiting for Superman and it really bummed me out.
The battle of Addie the minimalist vs. Audrey the non-minimalist, currently at a stale-mate.
Oh, and Teen Mom started again last night. And there was a marathon of Nail Files. And reading and editing during the commercials. And my futon cushion was extra supportive for Bart and me through all of it. It was a good night to be alive.
All right. Time to get actual work done, after 3 weeks of mope. YEAHHHH.