Monday, April 25, 2011

Home at last

Vacations always seem more magical in one's head, no? I mean, yea, I know all the mom-and-daughter things I had cooked up in my mind were not actually going to happen as TLC/Lifetime-y as I thought, but I guess it takes some time away from relatives you thought you knew to make you realize how human they are.

Which isn't to say that I'm disappointed, and I also don't mean to imply that I'm referring to my mom.
I guess reality just turns out to be a lot more real than my fantasy version of reality tends to be in my mind.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Home

Speaking of "it being a while", it's time for a vacation. With all kinds of travel plans swirling around, one thing is at least semi-nailed down. I'm going home. For Easter. For the first time in a long time. Or is it Passover? There's still time to decide.

Even though I am going home, it isn't really a vacation until I'm released from the clutches of my mother. Of course I want to see her, and my grandparents, and visit, and drink coffee, and et cetera, however-
It's not a vacation if all your activities are pre-planned and taking place on the lido deck at 1:00, promptly after lunch.

And even though my leave starts at 0001 on Sunday, 24 April, my vacation doesn't start until whenever I wake up on Monday, 25 April and get my cereal and cartoons on.

Luckily, my leave has been approved and tickets bought, so we're halfway there. Now just to get through the next 16 or so days... But who's counting?

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

It's been a while...

So yea, I fell victim to the allure of the blog only to have that candor sparkle and quickly fade. I felt only slightly guilty for the neglect I've shown my poor little defenseless blog, so I've returned.

It was weird at first- what the hell are you supposed to say? The maiden voyage of any journal is at least a little awkward... "Hey, Journal, it's me, Kat. Uh, how are YOU doing? I'm swell. Ok, bye!"

No. That's like small talk with a coworker you barely know or like but are forced to share a candid moment with at the Christmas party or picnic or whatever. Thank God for booze in that situation, no?

Luckily, blogs cannot talk back, judge, or made snide comments behind your back to other coworkers- or worse, your boss. They just sit there, kind of like immobile dogs, waiting for you to come back and pick up where you left off. They're chill like that.

So let this be my second attempt at a maiden voyage. My second first post. It's good to be back.