We Are OWU

Well. I haven't forgotten that I have a blog. Really, I swear. I just got busy and went on an amazing vacation to OHIO and Pennsylvania. I do not feel guilty for enjoying myself!

First up was the reunion back at OWU. I picked CS up at the airport on Thursday and we drove down to Delaware to stay with my friend Emily. She had even gotten a crib mattress for Jacob to sleep on, even though he didn't. I think he fell off it the first night and decided he'd never sleep on that again. We drove down Sandusky and around campus a bit but it was dark and hard to see. I'm impressed with some of the businesses and restaurants that have opened since we left. Though I am still mourning for Hot Potato and Avesta. There is a great bookstore called the Beehive now as well as a sushi place that we didn't go into. The yarn store is gone as well a lot of places I used to browse for gifts. It's beginning to look like a town I would have enjoyed as a college student!

We didn't do much with the reunion events, it's too hard with a baby. But we did go to the Greek reception where Kappa totally won with representation. As well as the dinner for the Class of 2005 and Jacob and I went to the TAP breakfast on the stage. I'm very grateful for CS's presence as he watched Jacob so I could mingle and chat at the events. The class of 2005 dinner was probably not the best place to bring him but that's only because they said we'd eat at 6:30 then made us wait till 7:30 before eating. So Jacob sat in a back booth of the HamWil cafe and shrieked "DADA" every five seconds and giggled like a maniac when we said shh. He also interrupted Sally during her welcome speech, that kid has perfect comedic timing.

The highlight had to be Saturday when we took Jacob over to the Flaglor's house and left him for the evening. He loved their house and didn't even notice us walking out the door, so enthralled with a bucket of blocks and toys he found. We went straight to the bar. For old times sake, I ordered vodka cranberry and marveled about the fact that they serve drinks in glasses, not plastic cups. The bar I worked in was not so nice. Does anyone remember the twins who played tennis, or something like that? They were there and they handed CS a card with the numbers 1,2,3,4 on it and told me to pick a number. I picked 3, which makes me a sex maniac. Apparently. I convinced Sally to do a shot with me, even though she said that she should take it easy that night. We brought out the cameras and you can see all that on my Facebook. There is even a good one of me and CS that I might have to print out and put in a frame. He hates posing with me so I take what I can get. We left and collected our sleepy baby, who had fallen asleep before Lori could get his diaper changed and pajama's on. I call that SUCCESS!

CS and I made a trip out to Easton to see Sally and her mom and grandma, as well as visit Trader Joe's for cheese crunchies and an aloe drink only they sell. Someday Colorado will get with the program and demand that we get a Trader Joe's. It was good to see Sally's family, it's been a long time!

*I've been sitting on this post for days so I'm ending it here and will think of new things to tell you about my trip to PA. Followed by the procedure where they froze my cervix over. FUN TIMES.

Bullet Points Before Bed

*I got fabric today. I have a quilt to make for my mom. Never mind the fact that MY quilt isn't finished and I can't get the quilting part down. I think I have to take mine back and get a different one, I'm pretty sure what it's doing isn't normal.

*I made cookies yesterday and somehow the oven that's never warm enough burnt a whole pan of them.

*CS's brother made a snide comment on Facebook about how hard it is to see a dirty pan sitting out when it needs to be cleaned so he was going to put it into his bedroom and store it with the knives that we are no longer allowed to use. I'm refraining from commenting back about the linguine and sauce he left sitting on the counter for a few days because that's just bitchy. But I will be going to the storage unit tomorrow and getting my own pots and pans and knives out. Which I will then leave on the counter, dirty and taking up space for at least three days.

*CS and I went geocaching today and it was oddly exciting. It seems like it's a nerdy thing to do, but really it's not. We are looking for treasure! And today, we found two matchbox cars for Jacob. That's some pretty sparkly treasure right there. One car was a Mercedes! Score! (However, I suck at reading coordinates)

*I'm leaving for Ohio in a week and I'm getting very nervous. I wish CS could come with me, because I'm sad he doesn't get to meet everyone and I'm a little terrified to leave him. Things have been really good and there is no reason for me to think that he will do anything I wouldn't approve of but I'm nearly incapacitated over it sometimes. I've always had a hard time leaving him, mostly because I worried he wouldn't be able to take care of himself and the dog but now I have the added stress of wondering if he's going to be at the bar and after the bar, will he go home and what if she texts him? It's hard and I hate how i feel. I wish I could lock my emotions into a part of my brain and not revisit them but I am not like that. I feel everything.

*I have an interview with the principal of the middle school for a teaching position for 7th grade language arts. I am worried because I have to describe my perfect classroom and explain my ideas and policies. I have no idea if they will even consider me without a certificate but I'm going to try. I have to get a few letters of recommendation and I think that will be tricky since the Hobbs teachers are probably trying to deal with their end of the year stress and asking for a letter as soon as possible isn't very nice. I knew I should have asked before I left New Mexico.

*Jacob is getting his second two year molar. Maybe this explains some of his crab claw-ness. He also cried for two hours in his crib the other night and refused to sleep unless he was next to me. I really didn't think he would be able to cry it out for that long. Boy is stubborn.