I've been MIA, I know. I'm sorry.
I hope to catch up on everyone's lives soon.
Boy's brother died two Fridays ago (7/17) unexpectedly at the age of 27.
His three year old son is left behind.
I meant to write about it two weeks ago, but I couldn't get the words down. Each post started and ended with "Boy's brother died." I couldn't get past that. Seeing it in print was even worse.
Everyone is doing as well as can be expected. Boy is a tough cookie, and although the viewing and funeral were the roughest moments of his life, I know he is glad that he stood in front of his friends and family and gave a heartbreaking eulogy.
The trauma of the moment has passed, but it will always linger for Boy and his family. I think it will be hardest for Boy when, it isn't Eric as his best man, but...it's someone else.
I hope to be back sooner, rather than later, but in the meantime, please send a prayer or two out for Boy, his family, and especially Caleb, Eric's son.
I hope everything in all of your fabulous lives is going really well. Send some happy gossip my way.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
I feel violated...
Thanks for all your questions, I'm working on the answers now.
But, in the meantime, I need to share this story.
Friday night, Boy and I were at a friend's (Remy) house for a bbq with about 15 people. A place we have been dozens of times, camping, partying, etc. Everyone there was either related to Remy, or Boy's other friend, Nate. Boy and I consider about 95% of the people there to be good friends.
The bbq was also in a section of our state, where people have lots of land and there is no crime. Remy keeps his keys in his unlocked car at night. The nearest neighbor is more than half a mile away.
Midway through the evening, I threw my purse in Boy's car because I didn't want to accidentally forget it and then Boy and I walked back to the bonfire, leaving the car unlocked.**
An hour or so later, Boy and I get up to leave, get in the car, and my purse is gone. Just 100% completely missing. I was not drinking at all this night because I had a 11 mile run planned on Saturday, so it wasn't my foggy brain misplacing my bag. Without a doubt, someone had took it.
As rationally as possible, Boy and I talked to Remy and said, look, someone went into Boy's car and took my bag, and while we aren't accusing anyone of taking it--someone took it. It's that simple.
Yes, there is a 1% chance that a random stranger walked down this random road and walked down Remy's 1/2 mile long driveway and randomly spotted Boy's car, and randomly took my purse. Yes, it's possible, yet highly unlikely.
So---how do I go about processing this information? I am 99% sure that someone at that bbq took my bag. These are all people that we see on a regular basis and, in fact, have plans to go camping with them in two weeks. How am I supposed to get over it...knowing that someone we consider to be a friend, went into Boy's car and purposefully took my bag? Now, there were 3 people there that Brent and I don't consider friends, but they are family of Remy's or family of Nate's. So, even if this person wasn't our friend directly, we've still hung out with them before, and shouldn't they have enough respect for their own family not to put all of us in this situation.
and...it is a situation.. Congratulations-- you got 60 dollars in cash; my birth control packet; all my cards- insurance, library, gym, license, credit (which i cancelled); my 20 dollar sigg water bottle; my overly expensive prescription contact eye drops; my keys; my work keys; my shitty ass 4 year old phone, and a bunch of other random stuff that isn't that important, but that I miss. Oh, and also, you took my sense of security.
But--in taking all those things, you created a horrible situation. Now, Boy and I are super wary of these friends, and who they hang out with. And although we practically know that someone there took it, we had to ask all of our friends if they had "accidentally" picked up my bag. We accused our friends of stealing, because, well- someone did. Nate and Remy are both upset with Boy because we were asking their family members about it. (and I would be pissed too, if we were in there shoes, but I hope they understand how we feel- utterly violated and betrayed). I feel so tormented inside, its unreal. I can't even stop thinking about. It would have been better had it happened at a bar and my a random stranger. But now, we all have to deal with the aftermath of it. That, someone I KNOW STOLE FROM ME. Every spare second, I think about, running it over in my head- how could someone possibly do that?
I hope the shit you got outta my purse was worth it. I really do.
**In hindsight, I know this sounds so awful, but of the many times we have been at Remy's we have never locked our car. It's just not something you worry about there.
But, in the meantime, I need to share this story.
Friday night, Boy and I were at a friend's (Remy) house for a bbq with about 15 people. A place we have been dozens of times, camping, partying, etc. Everyone there was either related to Remy, or Boy's other friend, Nate. Boy and I consider about 95% of the people there to be good friends.
The bbq was also in a section of our state, where people have lots of land and there is no crime. Remy keeps his keys in his unlocked car at night. The nearest neighbor is more than half a mile away.
Midway through the evening, I threw my purse in Boy's car because I didn't want to accidentally forget it and then Boy and I walked back to the bonfire, leaving the car unlocked.**
An hour or so later, Boy and I get up to leave, get in the car, and my purse is gone. Just 100% completely missing. I was not drinking at all this night because I had a 11 mile run planned on Saturday, so it wasn't my foggy brain misplacing my bag. Without a doubt, someone had took it.
As rationally as possible, Boy and I talked to Remy and said, look, someone went into Boy's car and took my bag, and while we aren't accusing anyone of taking it--someone took it. It's that simple.
Yes, there is a 1% chance that a random stranger walked down this random road and walked down Remy's 1/2 mile long driveway and randomly spotted Boy's car, and randomly took my purse. Yes, it's possible, yet highly unlikely.
So---how do I go about processing this information? I am 99% sure that someone at that bbq took my bag. These are all people that we see on a regular basis and, in fact, have plans to go camping with them in two weeks. How am I supposed to get over it...knowing that someone we consider to be a friend, went into Boy's car and purposefully took my bag? Now, there were 3 people there that Brent and I don't consider friends, but they are family of Remy's or family of Nate's. So, even if this person wasn't our friend directly, we've still hung out with them before, and shouldn't they have enough respect for their own family not to put all of us in this situation.
and...it is a situation.. Congratulations-- you got 60 dollars in cash; my birth control packet; all my cards- insurance, library, gym, license, credit (which i cancelled); my 20 dollar sigg water bottle; my overly expensive prescription contact eye drops; my keys; my work keys; my shitty ass 4 year old phone, and a bunch of other random stuff that isn't that important, but that I miss. Oh, and also, you took my sense of security.
But--in taking all those things, you created a horrible situation. Now, Boy and I are super wary of these friends, and who they hang out with. And although we practically know that someone there took it, we had to ask all of our friends if they had "accidentally" picked up my bag. We accused our friends of stealing, because, well- someone did. Nate and Remy are both upset with Boy because we were asking their family members about it. (and I would be pissed too, if we were in there shoes, but I hope they understand how we feel- utterly violated and betrayed). I feel so tormented inside, its unreal. I can't even stop thinking about. It would have been better had it happened at a bar and my a random stranger. But now, we all have to deal with the aftermath of it. That, someone I KNOW STOLE FROM ME. Every spare second, I think about, running it over in my head- how could someone possibly do that?
I hope the shit you got outta my purse was worth it. I really do.
**In hindsight, I know this sounds so awful, but of the many times we have been at Remy's we have never locked our car. It's just not something you worry about there.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
100th Post Q and A
*Ahem*
Pardon the interruption, but this post (yes this one right here) is my 100th post! Who new that since I started on this journey in November, I'd have 100 things to say. Granted a few of them were pretty lame (like the one about how my cat had a girlfriend). Some of them were fairly dramatic, like when Boy's jerk roomate left me a passive aggressive note.* And, of course, there is the series of free weekly therapy with Not Me! Mondays.
Over the course of these past few months, I have met some great bloggy friends and really enjoyed getting to know snid-bits of everyone's life. And, of course, I've shared some details of my life with the blog-o-sphere as well. But, perhaps there is more you want to know (or, you may want to say- "Littlesack, you and your blog are lame...and I don't want to know anything else about you"). But, if its the former, and you have some questions, I'd love to provide some answers. (Mostly) anything is free game.
I'm looking forward to reading your questions!
*HUGE news on this front, remind me to tell you later!!
Pardon the interruption, but this post (yes this one right here) is my 100th post! Who new that since I started on this journey in November, I'd have 100 things to say. Granted a few of them were pretty lame (like the one about how my cat had a girlfriend). Some of them were fairly dramatic, like when Boy's jerk roomate left me a passive aggressive note.* And, of course, there is the series of free weekly therapy with Not Me! Mondays.
Over the course of these past few months, I have met some great bloggy friends and really enjoyed getting to know snid-bits of everyone's life. And, of course, I've shared some details of my life with the blog-o-sphere as well. But, perhaps there is more you want to know (or, you may want to say- "Littlesack, you and your blog are lame...and I don't want to know anything else about you"). But, if its the former, and you have some questions, I'd love to provide some answers. (Mostly) anything is free game.
I'm looking forward to reading your questions!
*HUGE news on this front, remind me to tell you later!!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Not Me Monday!
I haven't done a Not Me! Monday in awhile, but I've been saving up some good ones.
This past week...
I certainly did not drop a tampon out of my pocket at a restaurant on my way to the restroom. Upon my return, I did not watch the waiter, bend over to pick it up, realize what it was, hesitate, and then say, "ooooohhhhh noooooo." Certainly not.
While in Venice I most definitely did not have a gluten attack in the middle of a museum tour. I was not pacing back and forth, sweating, waiting for the feeling to go away while doubled over in pain. I was definitely not the last person up the stairs and to the bathroom. I did not have to approach the woman at the front of the line and explain that, this was, in fact, an emergency, and could I please step in front of her. I did not have to wait what felt like an eternity until one of the stalls opened up, the entire time speaking broken Italian to the bathroom attendant trying to explain that if that stall did not open up in less than 2 minutes, it was going to be bad. No, that did not happen to me at all.
Last week at work, I clearly did not let another tampon fall out of my pocket in the middle of the hallway as I passed two coworkers chatting. When I walked down the hallway five minutes later, I did not see that little treasure sitting in the middle of the hallway, like a souvenir of my embarrassment since surely the coworkers saw me drop it, but weren't sure how to deal with that situation. Nope, not me.
And finally, in the midst of pmsing and day drinking, I did not beg Boy to drive me to the store to buy chocolate. I did not eat a king size Hershey bar. and I certainly did not finish it off with Sour Patch Kids. Nope, not me at all.
What didn't you do last week?!
I certainly did not drop a tampon out of my pocket at a restaurant on my way to the restroom. Upon my return, I did not watch the waiter, bend over to pick it up, realize what it was, hesitate, and then say, "ooooohhhhh noooooo." Certainly not.
While in Venice I most definitely did not have a gluten attack in the middle of a museum tour. I was not pacing back and forth, sweating, waiting for the feeling to go away while doubled over in pain. I was definitely not the last person up the stairs and to the bathroom. I did not have to approach the woman at the front of the line and explain that, this was, in fact, an emergency, and could I please step in front of her. I did not have to wait what felt like an eternity until one of the stalls opened up, the entire time speaking broken Italian to the bathroom attendant trying to explain that if that stall did not open up in less than 2 minutes, it was going to be bad. No, that did not happen to me at all.
Last week at work, I clearly did not let another tampon fall out of my pocket in the middle of the hallway as I passed two coworkers chatting. When I walked down the hallway five minutes later, I did not see that little treasure sitting in the middle of the hallway, like a souvenir of my embarrassment since surely the coworkers saw me drop it, but weren't sure how to deal with that situation. Nope, not me.
And finally, in the midst of pmsing and day drinking, I did not beg Boy to drive me to the store to buy chocolate. I did not eat a king size Hershey bar. and I certainly did not finish it off with Sour Patch Kids. Nope, not me at all.
What didn't you do last week?!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Roma in Pictures
This is the second installment of my Italy vacation in pictures, this time of Roma.
Rome was our first stop on the tour and once I got all the cheesy puns - just "Romeing" around...and "when in Rome" --- out of my system, I was overwhelmed with the history and culture of Rome. One of my undergraduate degrees was in History and so the story of Rome was so amazing and it was difficult to realize that I was actually standing in the midst of places and buildings I had studied so intently.
I was raised Catholic, so going to the Vatican City really held special meaning for me. However, even if I wasn't Christian, or even religious, it is hard to deny the art work, craftsmanship and skill that went into building the Sistine Chapel and St. Peter's Basilica. Everything is Mosaic tile and centuries old paintings. I lack the words to describe it. Cameras aren't allowed into the Sistine Chapel, so I have nothing to share of it besides the fact that I could've spent an entire day in there staring and wondering and in awe of Michelangelo's creation. If you ever get the chance to go to Italy, you absolutely MUST visit.
This first picture (I originally posted when I got back), but it is of sun-light streaming into St. Peter's Basillica in Vatican City.
This is St. Peter's Square (and St. Peter's Basilica in the background) at night time. I'm not a huge fan of the way my shutter speed blurred the lights, but it was the best I could do. On the very right side of the picture, what looks like an apartment building is where the Pope lives!
This is a shot while inside the Vatican City (I'm not exactly sure where), but it is down a stairwell leading into St. Peter's Square. I like the light at the end.
The Trivoli Fountain. This is featured in many movies set in Rome. It's the famous fountain that you toss your coins into and make wishes for.
The Colosseum was unbelievable! I still can't get over how old it is and how steeped in history it is. (I also kept thinking that it would be a really cool place to have a modern concert). It was crazy to see the under ground tunnels where Gladiators roamed and even the cells where they and animals were kept. Pictures don't do it justice.
Simple, but I like it. A cross in the middle of the ruins of the Colosseum. (Sadly, it reminds me of a similar picture I have of a iron beam cross standing triumphantly in the midst of Ground Zero).
Simple, but I like it. A cross in the middle of the ruins of the Colosseum. (Sadly, it reminds me of a similar picture I have of a iron beam cross standing triumphantly in the midst of Ground Zero).
And, finally, this is a picture of my sister and me (I'm on the right in green) with the head waiter from our last night in Rome. This was the best meal I had in Italy. Two courses of gluten free pasta (one with the best pesto I have ever had in my entire life) followed by chicken with fresh tomatoes and (of course) gelato!! I wanted to stay and rent out a room above this restaurant, as long as this man would continue to feed me (of course the young, hot Italian waiter calling me "bella" all night, didn't hurt either).
Next Up: The Tuscan countryside.
Next Up: The Tuscan countryside.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Venice in Pictures...
I promised I'd give you more of Italy, so here it is. Venice was, by far, my favorite place we went. It beautiful, breathtaking and unbelievable. America has nothing as exquisite and almost impossible. The city felt like a fairy tale, with ancient characters and quaint views. I couldn't stop smiling in awe the entire time we were there.
We started our visit to the city with a water taxi ride down the Grand Canal. The weather could not have been more perfect, the sun was low on the water, the air was fresh and the breeze was refreshing. It was the perfect introduction to the perfect city.
This first picture is a snap i took from the water taxi- it is someone's balcony. My favorite part of Italy, in general, was that everyone decorated their windows with flower boxes and everyone had greenery and flowers on their balconies (even in the midst of Rome).
After the water taxi, we climbed into our gondola (with cute Gondolier). Luckily, my family was able to snag one with just us four, so it was a little more private. By now, the sun was setting on the water and the view was gorgeous.
This is a picture looking out of our gondola down a small canal.
We started our visit to the city with a water taxi ride down the Grand Canal. The weather could not have been more perfect, the sun was low on the water, the air was fresh and the breeze was refreshing. It was the perfect introduction to the perfect city.
This first picture is a snap i took from the water taxi- it is someone's balcony. My favorite part of Italy, in general, was that everyone decorated their windows with flower boxes and everyone had greenery and flowers on their balconies (even in the midst of Rome).
After the water taxi, we climbed into our gondola (with cute Gondolier). Luckily, my family was able to snag one with just us four, so it was a little more private. By now, the sun was setting on the water and the view was gorgeous.
This is a picture looking out of our gondola down a small canal.
Luckily, we were also serenaded in our gondola. On the bottom left of this picture you can see a man standing- he was singing opera as we were paddled through the the back canals. 
I just like this shot (besides the fact that it has a man's tooshie in it). To me, it just captures the essence of the city- from the tall, statuesque Church in the background to the simple boating scene in the front. 
And, finally, this is another picture I really liked, no particular reason, it just makes me smile. 
We finished the evening with dinner in a small restaurant where my sister and I were treated to delicious gluten free pasta and fabulous wine! The next day we explored Venice during the day, which included a glass blowing factory and beautiful glass jewelry. I purchased a necklace of lots of strands of tiny beaded glass featuring different strands of purple. I had never seen anything like it, and am saving it for something special. I try to snap a picture of it soon to share.
We finished the evening with dinner in a small restaurant where my sister and I were treated to delicious gluten free pasta and fabulous wine! The next day we explored Venice during the day, which included a glass blowing factory and beautiful glass jewelry. I purchased a necklace of lots of strands of tiny beaded glass featuring different strands of purple. I had never seen anything like it, and am saving it for something special. I try to snap a picture of it soon to share.Next up: Tuscany & Rome!!
Monday, June 15, 2009
An Established Multitasker
This morning when I was out running, I passed a woman out for her morning walk with her curlers in her hair. I am all about multi-tasking and this woman was displaying multi-tasking at its finest: working out WHILE getting ready for work. I wanted to stop and congratulate her.
(And, while I'm not sure this is a look I would rock, it still made my morning).
I promise--more Italy stories and pictures this week, I've been trying to get them all organized.
And, I'm approaching my 100th post! Any thoughts on what I should do to celebrate?
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