Ah yes, it appears I have a blog. Come and give us a hug - I've missed you. Things have been quite mad lately you see. Between a relentless work schedule yielding very few spare lunch hours, raising a toddler, a rigid running schedule, searching for a job, numerous (yet fruitless) job applications, and mandatory husband time, blogging has fallen very low on my list of priorities. I do miss it though, and certainly don't suffer from lack of inspiration, just time. Apologies to any I've been ignoring through social networking mediums and email. It's true that I have forever sucked at such things, but lately this has been enhanced exponentially.
The up side is that today I finished my last day of work for one calendar month. Yes, one MONTH. Monday we set off for the sunny climes of central Pennsylvania. I can sense your seething jealousy from here. I get it; Wal-Mart culture and the Amish are enviable hallmarks of a good vacation.
In previous years I have shouted round the blogosphere, begging to meet up with people. As is my way, when it came time to socialise I backed out for various reasons. Is it possible to put a sort of no pressure call out to poeple on the off chance that I do have the time and ability to meet up with some of you? I'm all talk it seems - I am dreadfully, nay, WOEFULLY inept socially, and also lazy, so I can't cope with arrangements made much in advance. In my own defense I do have some restrictions like occasional lack of transportation, spousal and toddler neediness, and familial obligations. This is my long-winded way of saying that if you live in the mid-Atlantic area, send me an email (barrenalbion at gmail dot com) that I hopefully bother to respond to and maybe we can set something up. I certainly know how to sell myself.
I thought I'd start out slowly with this blogging thing again. My goal is to tell you all about my tortous 10K last Sunday in a post tomorrow. I will impress even myself if I can manage to do that and stick to my word. Make sure you come back. There will even be pictures!
12 comments:
Ditch your family and come to NYC for the Musical Saw Festival on Saturday (July 18)! That way we can meet up, and I can get the blow by blow of the 10K in person. I'll buy you a fancy drink of your choice...
you crack me up! DO you realize that it was almost exactly this time last year that I was begging to meet up with you when you were in PA the same time as me??
I wish we could meet up this year, but I am super glad that you are getting a month off to recharge!
xo
If you care to drive about 8 hours north into the barren lands of upstate NY, you'll find me there, rocking myself slowly back and forth on the floor while my brood tears the house apart.
Enjoy your month off. You deserve it.
If I didn't think you'd just end up ignoring me like you have for the past several weeks, I'd make an attempt (oh, so it would be half-assed, but an attempt at least) to skip out on a birthday party to see you.
Yes, this is just ONE MORE lame attempt to instigate a pity reply, and a public one at that. I can use it against you later that way.
Please drink a boatload of Yuengling for me.
I'm not terribly far away, also socially inept, and quite likely to have a panic attack at the last moment about MEETING NEW PEOPLE and back out myself. So of course I'd love to meet up...maybe. :)
10 whole k? Amazing! Looking to hearing about it and a months worth of Amish themed blogging.
Enjoy your holiday!
COME TO LOUISIANA!
PLEASE!
It's like a steam bath, for free!
Um, if you and the fam want to come down to NC, I've got a place you can crash. And we could, like, run and stuff. Until the heat suffocates us, but still. We can get, like, almost a whole two miles in before we die of exposure...
Seriously, though. I'm in the mid-Atlantic. Central PA is, like, seven hours from here. It's far, but doable, if you're interested.
Hugs! And an invitation to come to Scotland any time, albeit it is not mid-Atlantic but surprisingly still full of lots of things that remind me of Pennsylvania.
Any chance you would venture as far south as DC? Or if we started driving at each other, we could meet in the middle?
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