Golf cart down!

Well, I couldn't really decide on a header for today's post. It was either that (I heard it today at work) or "I can't concentrate because there's this thing up my butt" (Dave in the pool by a water jet).

So yesterday, I sucked it up and wore a two-piece *gasp!* and it wasn't so bad. At least my top didn't come off.

Josh decided right away to teach me how to swim so he told me that I was supposed to do this and that with my legs and arms and then told me to swim to the end of the deep end. I did it.... halfway and then I floundered and Josh dragged me back to the shallow end. Eeeuw. I had several incidences of that "I want to puke from pool water" feeling. Josh didn't stop trying to teach me how to swim. We realized that I suck at treading water and the backstroke. Finally I got tired of being pushed to go across the pool and pulled away from Josh, going under and popping out at the beginning of the pool. All of the guys shouted, "You can swim!" And Josh says, "You're such a faker."

I didn't know that was really swimming.... I call it the froggy (Balbo says it's the breast stroke). I just have serious problems doing that stuff at water level.

Eaten Alive - Part 2

Now that I've fully recovered from the bites I sustained at Joe's BBQ, Josh decided to go to Dave's pool at 10:30 at night, and sit around talking outside in the dark for an hour. Now I've got a whole crapload of new HUGER bites on my legs and one on my palm (that's never happened before...). The idea of wearing a swimsuit on Sunday just got a whole lot scarier.

Oh my doodness

What a lovely day in Long Island. Josh thought my two little cousins were cute, and little Garrick kept mistaking Josh's name as Patrick whenever he asked. Garrick calls me "Doh-wa" and Josh "Joss." He's the most awesome three-year-old ever.

We're painting the new extension tomorrow. Wheeee......

Eaten Alive

Thanks to Joe's excellent planning regarding the bugs coming out of the woods behind his house, I was eaten alive by mosquitoes. That sucks because I managed to get away with zero bites last summer. Thanks Joe. There are several excellent products (quite affordable) that keep the blood suckers away.

In other news, Josh and I went to see a movie tonight, and as we were walking away from the ticket counter, some guy on my left swung his arm out hard and fast, and punched me in the eye. I screamed and the guy says "I'm sorry, I was just saying hi to my friend." I told him I was okay, and he scooted out of there like his head was on fire. Maybe he was scared that I would sue him. I hope I don't bruise.... Perhaps my Saturdays are quite unlucky, as last Saturday, I was scratched across the neck by my dog, leaving a pleasantly visible mark for me to go to work with on Monday.

Ah, battle scars from the weekend: a black eye and huge mosquito bites.

Goodbye Spot

My computer died today sometime while I was at work. It was the mega blue screen of death. Now I don't know what to do. For all I know, it may not really be dead.

If Spot did die, I will remember that he served me quite faithfully all through college. He was really awesome.

I didn't break it!

I bought ram today for my old fart of a computer. It was cheap, but when I was putting it in, I thought I was going to break my motherboard. Well, it works now, so Windows XP here I come.

When the Apple IIGS came out, it cost $300 to upgrade your ram 3mb :)

Whoa

I never noticed until now that the ad on the top of Blog*Spot blogs matches the content of the blog. For example, I recently blogged about San Francisco, and today, the ad at the top of my blog features deals on trips to San Francisco. Interesting.

What do you do if you find out that your boyfriend's mother wants you to quit your job? It's nice that she likes me so much that she thinks of me as a daughter, but the part where she starts acting like a mother is baaaaaaad. I know I "can do better" but it's a job, and unlike lots of people, I actually like my job.