Oh, the places we went…

I have a feeling this will be a relatively long post, so I apologize in advance.

Can I help it that life has been just so gosh-darn EXCITING (ish) lately? No, no I can’t.

Ok, here’s as brief as possible a sum-uppance of my Labor Day weekend:

Thursday: Arrive in Des Moines at our (pitifully) small airport. Get picked up by parents. Return home to meet sister and sister’s boyfriend. Play dominoes. Lose terribly.

Friday: Wake up, shower (yes, this is relevant). Make my dad and Joe omelets. Best girlfriend ever, right? Well, wrong. While on the deck (also relevant) eating said omelets, Joe points at my neck and says, “What happened?”

No, I was not hemorraging from my jugular. What he was pointing to was this:


That would be the necklace he had given me. (Which I absolutely adore.) It’s an old typewriter key for the ampersand symbol. I had worn it in the shower not knowing it wasn’t waterproof, water had gotten inside, and the symbol for the key had run. What that means is that I had ruined the first gift he’d ever given me. I wish I had a picture of it before I did so, but he had only given it to me LESS THAN 12 HOURS PRIOR. Worst. Girlfriend. Ever.

So there we are on the deck, me trying not to cry, when my dad suddenly realizes that he has LOCKED us out on the deck. Not the brightest moment of the trip. (On a related note, it’s my dad’s birthday today! Shout out! My gift to you is not saying how old you are :))

Anyways, after my mom drove home from work to let us in, the day started to look up. I took Joe to my old high school to see where my mom works, he had lunch with my dad while I ate with these lovely ladies:


…and then we spend the evening in downtown Des Moines. This happened:



Saturday: Joe went golfing with my dad and some friends while my mom and I hit up the mall. I got awesome shoes for $10, plus a few other things. Joy! That night was family dinner with my brother and his lovely wife and daughter.

Sunday: Meeting in the morning, followed up with Joe’s first trip to Dairy Queen


…followed up with a BBQ at the Blanchard’s house. Fun (and burgers) were had by all.

Monday: Slept in, ate penne a la vodka, got on a flight home. After dinner with Joe’s parents in Greenpoint, I was home sweet home.

So that’s everything. I’ll save you the cutesy ending (THIS time) since the actual message was so long. Can’t get enough photos? Click here for more.

Hold your horses!

Can I just say I love nothing more than when I see I’ve had a reader in some random world location?

Like this afternoon, when I was checking my blog stats (Which I do. So yes, I KNOW when you’ve read this. Yes, YOU.) and saw that I’d recently had a reader in Lithuania. *Thrill!*

And I’m sure you’re just dying for a boyfriend+me+Iowa+everything else update, but never fear! I’ll have one up later tonight. I just didn’t want to post it sans photos.

And if you’re really honest with yourself, I’m sure you didn’t want me to either.