If you're bored during my week off, entertain yourself with old entries. August 3 marks the two year anniversary of this blog.

And this is what Jen had to say about the neighbor woes I posted yesterday: i remember when we first moved in, someone called the county police because they didn't like the fact that we kept our sailboat beside the house. at least becca's neighbors talk to her first.


Off to Canada

I will be away from phones and computers for the next week as I take off to my Dad's cottage in Canada. I did the "count" last night, and there will be at least 23 people there at the height of the week. (That's Dad+Rini+kids+nanny; Nick & Kera; Aunt Mary+kids+kids' friends; Aunt Julie+kids; Aunt Nancy+kids+kids' friends, if you're keeping count). Wow! And I'm not even going to talk about the nanny situation.

Anyone taking bets on how long before I take a tent and move to the island? (go to here, its a picture of Nick and Kera, but you can see the island in the background).

Beer for my horses

I guiltily listen to country music occasionally. Maybe its out of morbid curiousity. Maybe its out of some attempt to understand Texas a little better. One song that has been playing on the radio constantly is "Beer for my Horses." Yes. That is actually the name of a song and the words are repeated multiple times in the refrain. I can only imagine what listening to this song repeatedly is doing to my delicate psyche. I need to get out of this place!

Eventfulness

Yesterday was a fairly eventful day in the unexciting grind that is my job. First, I was reading Georgy's journal (which I do occasionally since she discovered her long lost twin brother and I decided that her own personal soap opera was probably worthy of eventual inclusion in the pseudo-fictional novel inspired by crazy families that I am writing).

Anyway, she actually re-discovered Alex. For those of you who need a refresher course, he's Maayan's ex-boyfriend. I never really got along with him (political and personality and ego conflicts), but eventually we came to be friendly with each other out of the circumstance of sharing a best friend, and in the long run I even grew fond of him. I haven't heard from him since freshman year (except for an engagement party invite) when I stayed at his fraternity house during a visit to Boston. I'll never forget how scandalized I was when I woke up in the morning to someone in the house fighting with his girlfriend and her pouring a box of condoms down from the third floor railing into the lobby. That was funny.

So, we exchanged a few e-mails and now are officially caught up for another couple years or so.

New neighbors

And then, Katie and Fred cooked dinner and invited me over. Yeh! Other people feeding me! Its so nice. I love their new house, and its only minutes down the street from me (a long walk, short bike/car ride). Its nice to have new, FRIENDLY, neighbors.