I get home this evening and I’m all I haven’t been here in weeks!!! But that, of course, isn’t true. It just seems like it.

Last Monday was Labor Day so Neil and I were in Paducah with his family celebrating with lunch and hang out time. I don’t remember what time we came home (Murray) but I do know we slept in our own bed that night. Neil had class on Tuesday and I was suppose to work. I didn’t go to work. More on that later….maybe. I cooked Neil and his sister’s boyfriend Tim dinner that night before Neil went to his softball game and it was so good!! I tweeted about it, in case you missed it.

Wednesday morning I packed a bag for one night and left for Paducah. I took the new Hwy 80 from Murray to Mayfield and while driving passed a beagle doggy in the medium.  Any normal person wouldn’t have thought much of it but being the dog lover that I am I had to take a double look in the rear view mirror. When I did I saw the doggy walking into my side of the Hwy and that’s all it took me to make  a U turn. By the time I made the second U turn the beagle was already to the far side of the Hwy and that made it easier for me to pull over. Before I stepped out of the car I made a couple phone calls and finally connected myself with Animal Control in Graves County. They asked me to stay there with the dog to make sure they could find us. The beagle ended up in my back seat and we waited for 45 minutes. Forty five minutes and no one came. No wait, a state trooper did stop because he noticed my emergency flashers on. Had I known no one was coming I would have taken the dog to the animal shelter in the beginning. I’m sad that’s where I had to take him, especially since he had a collar on, but I would have hated myself if I’d seen her dead body on the side of the Hwy when I drove by the next day.

I spent the day with Emmy and Erin until Erin had to go to Murray for her grad class. Emily and I had dinner at our church before we joined the church choir for choir practice.  Emmy and I have sung off and on in that choir since we were in middle school and since neither one of us is doing anything too time consuming this semester we thought, or rather my mom thought, we should start singing for the church again. Wednesday was a start.

Thursday was suppose to be spent with Erin and Emmy but the day instead turned into an outing with my mom. We had lunch with my dad and his brother and then my mom kidnapped me to run errands with her. By the time I was freed Emmy had yoga so Erin and I went driving and stopped for dinner at our favorite 50’s diner. I wanted to stay longer but it was getting late and I didn’t pack enough clothing. I had to go home.

Of course, it wasn’t long until I was heading back to Paducah. I baked half of the morning and then by 4:30 Friday afternoon I was at Emmy’s house again, along with Erin and Jenny. Jenny’s birthday celebration had begun!! Friday night included a Walmart trip in heels, a sushi dinner with four of my favorite girls, yummy cuppy cakes, grimy public bathrooms, my camera effing up, a marriage in the front yard of the Carson Center, nasty lemon drops at the neighborhood bar, and a ridiculous good time drinking and dancing the night away. Come Saturday morning the last thing I wanted to do was climb into loaded car with my in laws for a trip down to the family reunion.

The reunion itself was nice; it was the winding roads that lead to and from the gathering place that was bad. It more or less made the whole day crappier than it needed to be. I do love my new side of the family though so I was very glad we got to go. Neil and I spent Saturday night at the lake house with my parents before getting up Sunday morning and driving the rest of the way to Paducah for church where Emmy and I shared our first day back in the church choir.

This week holds an exciting opportunity that I hope I get to share with you all – time will tell.

Last Wednesday night Emily and Erin came to Murray to hang out and while we usually just drive around or go to McDonald’s we had other outings in mind. After walking through MSU’s campus we drove to the nearest cemetery and parked  the car. We sat listening to old rap and eating fries and drinking coke. It’s the little things in life, really.

Afterward we headed south of hwy 94 to a special place just because we wanted to. Walking around down there we found a part of the Crik that we’d never gone to. It’s not like said place was hard to get to or that it was out of sight (out of mind), we just never went down there. Before we’d taken a left instead of a right. Make sense? Anyway. Said new place was under the bridge that hwy 94 went across and there was sand there. Like, a lot of sand. We’re not sure why or how or ..what? But it was sand and it was there. Under the bridge. I think it was just the simple action of seeing the sand under the bridge that made us want to bring a blanket down there and lay all night. Well, maybe not ALL night.

We called Jenny, who was working at the time, and told her we were going to a special place later that night and did she want to come? Of course she wanted to come! Who wouldn’t? We dropped Erin off for her night grad class and Emily and I eventually went to dance auditions. I didn’t audition, even though I wanted to, but Erin came after her class and she showed off her dancing/performing skills. If I’m correct I believe she is going to be in Emily’s jazz routine. I can’t wait to see that in the spring!

After dance auditions we all went to McDonald’s (you knew it was going to happen) and got had ice cream and chilled for a while before it was time. Then, it was time! We converged at my house to prepare ourselves, clothing wise, for laying on the sand under the bridge! We had thoughts of bringing alcohol and snacks and music with us but in the end we really only needed each other. And a blanket. You can’t lay on the sand without getting it in every crevice known to man. Yes, even in THAT crevice. Ew.

It was such a nice, fun night. We were there for about 2 hours and then we had to leave because we were getting eaten by skeeters. You know, skeeters. Oh come ON! You know what those are!

The three girls stayed the night with me and it was the perfect end to a perfect night. I love my girlies!

The End! (Ah, I’m so clever!)

There we were, Erin and I, staring up at the departure and arrival board at the Nashville International Airport. We had just said goodbye to Emily and we feeling rather melancholy. We saw that there was a flight leaving for New York City in about 2 hours and we got to thinking, we weren’t doing anything this weekend. My aunt lives in NYC and I knew she wouldn’t mind the two of us crashing there for two or three days. We were seriously thinking about getting in the ticket line but we kept thinking. Good thing we did because I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing that stopped us from getting on that plane.

We hadn’t saved up for a trip but we had just seen Emily off to Germany and for some reason the only thing Erin and I wanted to do in those 15 minutes was to go somewhere ourselves. Somewhere, anywhere. NYC sounded like the most fun. Also, neither one of us is particularly spontaneous. But we didn’t have any clothes. Any toiletries. And oh yea, any money.

In re-thinking our plan we decided it would be much more fun if we had money to spend in NYC. Much more of a NYC worthy trip if we had our favorite clothing. And for the plane ticket money we would have wanted to stay longer than a weekend.

So we left the airport but did decide that we would try to save up for some kind of trip in the near future. We debated going down to Destin and and booking on of those destin florida rentals but settled on going to Germany at the begining of the year to visit Emily.

Since Emily’s coming home sooner than planned we won’t be saving up for a plane ticket to Germany so maybe we’ll revisit the NYC idea? Or maybe some place completely different. Now that we’re not buying a house a little more of my money can go to our trip. Hell, Australia sounds like fun.