I was not going to write about killer mockingbirds today. I was going to write about my attempt at taking ‘artsy’ pictures this weekend and getting severely burned at the pool because I used expired sunscreen. That was fun. Not.
In my quest for efficiency I need to learn how to pack light. For as long as I have been traveling (since the summer going into 8th grade, I was either 12 or 13 years old), I have been trying to jam things in my suitcase that I will never need on said trip. Just recently, going down to Patrick’s parent’s house for a weekend trip, I packed like 4 pairs of shoes, a couple pairs of jeans (it was south Florida we were heading too…probably wasn’t going to wear jeans), several shirts of varying styles (long sleeve, t-shirt, tank top, undershirt, sweater, etc), a few bras, and more underwear than there were days we were staying. This was all in addition to my ginormous makeup bag as well.
What the hell. Something is wrong with me.
Cape Cod is really beautiful anytime of year. If you want to partake in the more touristy things, then I would say visit in the late spring/summer/early fall. I wasn’t born in Massachusetts but it is where I grew up, since 4th grade until my sophomore year in college. It is where I call home. There is something about the northeast, and New England that draws me. I wish desperately to move back there someday. I mean I’d even settle for slightly south of that area, and take up roots in Virgina or Maryland.
Famous for Jaws, beaches, saltwater taffy, and this, Cape Cod occupies a special place in my heart. Also in this special place: my love for apple pie, pretzel M&Ms, cute puppy dogs, and Patrick.
I am not here today to tell you the differences between men and women, if I knew any factual information then yes, I would tell you. Alas, the double standard for men and women is not the topic today. Unfortunately.
There is, without a doubt, certain behaviors, certain things, that adults are expected not to do (or not to be) but we do those things or we are those things anyway.
Are adults supposed to be afraid of the dark or monsters under the bed (which would be completely illogical and against all physical laws governing this planet…right?!) Are adults supposed to be timid and shy, or outgoing–because someone told us that we would grow out of our awkward high school phase someday?
(I have to give photo credit for this one because there are so many other gems on the site!)
I really think that there is a double standard going on here and I blame the 5 year old children. I really do.
Here are some things that I am ashamed to admit but will do so anyway, because DAMNIT, I BLOG NOW and, and, AND THAT’S WHAT I DO! (Thrusts pointer finger toward the sky, angrily.)
Um…my body. My body is definitely telling me that I can not do it all. I don’t know what world I was living in when I decided that I wanted to plan my own wedding and get married, graduate with my Master’s degree–with the Thesis option no less, train for my 1st (and now 2nd) marathon, resign from a job, start a job, and maybe sleep and eat along the way! All within a year’s time! WTH!