Beautiful Mess

I’ve been a little absent from here lately.  I’ve just been bored with myself, you know?  Nothing really to write about. 

Thank you to those of you who were looking for me!  One of my fears when I was a totally single girl was that something would happen to me and nobody would be able to figure it out, or at least not for a long while.  I’ve seen true crime shows where somebody’s mother or friend says, “it just isn’t like her not to call me 5 times a day, so I knew right away that something was wrong.”  That would not be me.  It IS like me not to call.

Anyway.

Had a nice long weekend.  But kind of boring, actually.  Seemed like everyone was out of town or had other plans, so B and I didn’t have much to do.  We did manage to make it to a cookout that one of B’s friends threw.  Here was my contribution:

My famous fruit pizza.  Yummy.  B’s friends told him to bring chips and dip, but I’m not the kind of girl who feels good showing up at a party with anything store-bought, let alone chips and dip (although don’t get me wrong, I am certainly not above eating chips and dip). 

We also managed to make it to some fireworks.  Sorry I don’t have a picture of that.  Despite the fact that my camera has a special setting just for fireworks, the pictures didn’t come out at all.  That was a disappointment, but no doubt it was operator error and not a problem with the camera.  Because a photographer?  I am not.

Then on Sunday we went to a Sox game.  Yay!  It was a good time.  Unfortunately, although the Sox score about 90% of their runs from home runs, neither of the Sox games I’ve been to this year have had any home runs.  So that was disappointing, but at least they won.  We had great seats, right behind home plate:

Ozzie (the coach) was checking me out:

Unfortunately, Crede was not:

Hello, Mr. Thome (walking sadly back to the plate after he just got screwed out of a hit because of stupid fan interference (dumbasses):

 That’s all I’ve got.   So it was a laid back weekend, but I’m ALWAYS ready for some extra time off work, so I’m definitely not complaining. 

Next up I’m going to tell you all about my upcoming vacation.  You guys are going to be jealous, for sure.  It’s a vacation I’ve always dreamed about.  (I know it can be hard to convey in writing, but trust me, there is a heavy dose of sarcasm here).