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I was going to make a Game of Thrones reference here but that only makes it worse

30 Jul

My brother once argued with me about going to a movie together, claiming that people would assume that we were boyfriend/girlfriend instead of brother/sister. I poo pooed the idea on the premise that anyone with eyes could read our body language and see that there is nothing romantic there, besides the fact that he’s ten years younger than I am and annoying as fuck half of the time.  But I forgot the universal truth that people are stupid. At home this wouldn’t really matter because any attractive men in this town are long since married or on their third divorce. When you choose to stay in your small hometown after high school/college, you generally get married young, mostly out of boredom would be my guess. (Unless your name is Carrie, in that particular case you married your soul mate and you are damn lucky.)

Anyway, the point being I thought my brother was being ridiculous and even I get bored with going to things alone so I wore him down and now we often see nerdy movies together. (Where I have been known to punch him in the ear when he gets more annoying than usual.)

Then we all went to Florida on a family vacation and the argument was turned on its head. While getting out of Space Mountain at Disney Hayden, my nephew, was referred to as our child. (Whaaaaa?!) My brother and I looked at each other in horror but said nothing because really, how could you possibly make this situation better? By embarrassing the poor kid running the ride?
As a girl who is as single as single gets, I do enjoy the occasional flirtation that happens away from home but I was being cockblocked by my own brother! That is a very strange feeling and I don’t like it. In the three instances of mild flirt that I got up to while in Florida, all three happened when I was alone or at least half a dozen steps away from anyone in my family. I’m not sure which is more distressing, that I look married or that I look like I would be married to my little brother. Oi.

Needless to say, the geeky thing I hopefully have planned to go to in St. Louis will be sans brother. (He wants to go but I told him that was only happening if he brought a friend along. At least then someone could assume that I could handle two twenty-something’s. And that’s better? Maybe? Who knows.)

Too long for Twitter, not long enough for its own post (or story of my writing)

25 Jun

I took my nephew to see Man of Steel this past weekend and they were having trouble with the projector so it started about 20 minutes late. While we were sitting there waiting, staring at a blank screen, my nephew leans over and whispers, “This movie is awesome! Thanks a lot for taking me, Aunt Bri!” He is such a shit. I adore him.

I have an unimaginable amount of useless knowledge rattling around in my brain, but don’t ask me where South Dakota is, apparently I delete states that I consider unimportant. (This happened and my mother was mortified.)

I was never one of those girls who had obsessive crushes on celebrities or even boys I went to school with. I didn’t want to know anything about a band because that would have potentially ruined the music for me. I had an actual opportunity to meet a celebrity that I admired and enjoyed and I turned it down because I didn’t want to take the chance that the reality of him would ruin my movie watching, but if I were to run into a certain British actor all of that caution would go out the window. Hello. I am a 36 year old woman and I have my first crush on a celebrity. Were we to meet, it would be love, I’m telling you. (Mostly kidding. Mostly.)

In three weeks I will be in Florida, geeking my little heart out over Disney, Harry Potter, Marvel superheroes, and movie magic. I am so excited to be taking my first vacation in four years that I can hardly contain myself. If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook that week, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.

Getting there

10 Aug

BFP and I were talking at lunch yesterday, marveling at the changes our lives have had in the past year. A year ago today, we were dating, but not really serious yet. We had only known each other a couple of months and neither of us could have imagined moving to Chicago to live together, but that’s what we decided to do in October of last year. (He started his job search then, and asked me if I would go with him to Chicago if he found a job there. Obviously, I said yes.) I can’t say it’s been domestic bliss ever since, (He hated his job from day one, but didn’t tell me, that often made things…tense.) but we were working through what we wanted our future to be together and getting to a place where we could LIVE together without wanting to kill each other. (too often. heh.)

A big change that just became a reality is a new job for BFP so that he was able to quit the position that was making us both miserable today. He is super excited to start at a smaller university where he can make a difference again and that the university not only has a PHD program that will allow him to grow in his field but that he will be able to take 9 hours a semester for free! In a few years, he’ll be able to call himself a doctor at every opportunity and he’s enough of a geek to do so as much as possible. 😉

So, here we are. He is about to start an amazing opportunity. We have a plan for our future and the perfect neighborhood to start it. And I have a couple of exciting things in the works myself. 😉 Life is good.

 

Thanks for listening,

citygirl

 

p.s. I haven’t been able to go to the last two BlogHer conferences and this year when the talk on the blogosphere became really heated the last few weeks, I decided that I just HAD to go to the next one. BFP wants to check out a university in the area, so he’s going too! San Diego is one of the possible future homes on our list, so it’s a perfect opportunity to scope things out. Whoo! We are planning to stay a few extra days, too, and make it a real vacation.

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