So, What HAVE I Been Doing In New Jersey All This Time?
Well, now that I got that off my shoulders, I feel like a brand new woman! Some of you Loyals touched on this, but I just wanted to clarify, by no means was that meant as a "woe is me, don't stop blogging" post. It was actually supposed to be much less woe and much more "you'd better check yo'self, before you wreck yo'self" post. In either case, immense thanks for all of your love, kind words and "i'd cut a bitch for you" emails. Even the one or two of them that made me cry like a big, fat ol' baby. You truly rock my world and once again, it's that genuine niceness and honesty that keeps me coming back for more. So? Many thanks.
In other news, I'm still in New Jersey and Poor Lonely Husband did mail me my computer. However, he forgot to include the power cord. It's the thought that counts, right? Rather, I'm beginning to think he did it because he needed just one tiny additional excuse to come back to Jersey to see us. As if C and I taking up minor residence here wasn't enough.
So, there's that.
What have I been doing while home this long, you ask? Visiting with my family that flew out to visit from California. They're 1,000 kinds of awesome and with distance being what it is, we don't get to see them nearly as often as we'd like. I wanted to make sure I could spend as much time with them as humanly possibly while they were here- Unfortunately, as you're reading this, they're on their way to the airport to head back west.
In doing so, I spent some time in New York City at the Feast of San Gennaro. It's an Italian Festival that attracts nearly every person in the tri-state area and crams them into a four block radius. And there's wine and great food and cannoli. Was it worth my sprained ankle and absentmindedly leaving behind a brand new Maclaren stroller we just purchased?
But? It sure did make for an interesting excursion. Including the crazy hippie protest against Wall Street we were privy to. The one that called for thirty policemen on every corner, billy clubs and lot's of yelling and screaming and the like.
There was also a lot of sushi involved, some shopping and laughing until someone peed their pants. On more than one occasion.
Carter learned to stay "stop" and "down" mostly due in thanks to my parent's crazy, neurotic dog and his crazy, neurotic ways as well as figuring out where his "nose" is. If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen me tweet a video of C pointing to his nose and then very quickly shoving his finger up his nostril. Boys will be boys, I guess.
The next few days holds a lot of relaxation, recuperation and a few sessions with little joys. And then Loyals, it'll be back to Home Sweet Home Maryland in no time. A bit well-rested and of course, a whole lot more homesick.
Happy Friday, Loyals! C and I hope you have a fantastic weekend!