So another Valentine’s Day is here and I am still single, actually I’m in the throes of the failure of my first crush I’ve had since my ex and I broke up almost two years ago. Not surprisingly, today has been an interesting day for me. My mood has vacillated from happily determined to remembering what this day means in my life to love and to moroseness that I cannot quite seem to get this whole “man thing” right. Sometimes I truly wonder if what my “friend” told me many years ago is actually true. Are some of us destined to go through life alone? No long lasting true partner, no children, forever the loner? Yes, he said it to be cruel, but that doesn’t negate the thought. Honestly, at this point in my life I have to wonder… As it is, I’m already coming to the stark realization that there is a pretty good chance that I’ll never have children. Should I also be laying to rest my womanly dreams of the love of a good man, someone to be my partner in this life? Sometimes I wish I had an answer to that question.
We woke up that Saturday morning bright and early, refreshed and ready to face the world… Or not so much, we were exhausted still and I was not feeling all that awesome from my overdose on driving the previous day. Nevertheless we needed to continue on our travels as we’d begun to feel the pull of home. Strange sometimes how the closer you get to home the stronger the urge to be there gets. Mariah had begun to feel the driving need to be home almost as soon as we’d turned around, while I was only feeling the slightest twinkling now as I lifted Motor into the car to begin another day driving. Our plan for the day was to stop at the Kentucky Horse Park to check out the awesomeness that is everything horse, continuing on to have dinner with our great aunt Pat in Indiana, and then driving until we couldn’t drive anymore and sleeping in a rest stop somewhere before finishing our last leg Sunday morning. As we’ve all learned by now, I basically fail at planning and it also appears to be a family trait, unless Mariah was just afraid to go against her crazed cousin’s timetable. I don’t know that I would blame her in the slightest if she was a tad bit worried after the numerous detours from Friday.
Our trip picked up bright and early Monday morning in the navy housing in Norfolk. Imagine being woken by a herd of stampeding wildebeest that laugh, yell, and talk. Now you understand what it is like to sleep in Navy housing. All the same it was good to hear those that are serving with their lives so happy and carefree, not all that different than listening to kids in a college dorm on their way to morning classes. We slept in for a short while longer and then decided to get up and actually do something relatively useful. Kim had to go to work for an undisclosed amount of time, to an undisclosed location, to do some undisclosed military stuff, but she was hoping to get off early so we could all go to the beach. In the meantime Mariah and I decided that we were going to make good on our decision to exercise and such on this vacation. First, we snuck Mo out to pee, which was an operation filled with lots of giggling and worry as we tried not to get caught with a large brown dog peeing in the middle of the lawn. After Operation Mo Pee was over we got down and started planking, doing squats, lunges, and all that jazz. We then decided we were going to go run. At this point it was close to 11am and the sun was out in full force, seeing as how we were next to the ocean it was also obscenely humid. Being the tough ass Minnesota chicks we are, we decided none of that shit mattered and we were going to run anyways. So we ran. It was pretty much completely hellish, but we valiantly completed our run and I’m pretty sure that we managed to amuse several members of our armed service in the process. I’d consider that a win no matter who you are!
The last flying trip I made, back in June, was out to Sunriver, Oregon to meet a friend I’d known online for several years. We were taking a long weekend, relaxing and enjoying some of the beauty that is central Oregon. I’d headed out Thursday morning with plenty of time to spare, which ended up being a great idea as there was a delay with my flight which was going to cause me to miss my connection. After quite a bit of confusion with a ticket that wouldn’t transfer airlines, waiting in line to check-in 4 or 5 times, I finally dashed through security and enjoyed my first full out run through the airport. Thankfully, I made the flight with some time to spare and ended up getting to Redmond three hours earlier than I had planned. On the way there I even ran into someone I had met last year on a river float in Wisconsin. He was on his way to Sunriver for a golf tournament. It’s a small world sometimes!
“Happy break up anniversary!”
The first words of my text to my ex this morning.
Now. Before you get all up in arms, saying how you didn’t think I was that vindictive or petty of a person, the rest of the text and conversation was lighthearted and fun. He understands my odd sense of humor and I’ve forgiven him completely, so there are no hurtful words or hidden meanings behind our interactions. He is first and foremost, a friend, as I hope and think I am to him.
At the beginning of May one of my longtime best friends and I went on our first vacation together. Now, I’ve known Rachel for half of my life so this has definitely been a long time coming! Her husband and her have a vacation package which came with “free” cruise coupon, and seeing as her husband doesn’t like cruises the two of us took advantage and planned a weeklong getaway. Our cruise was leaving out of Miami, so we decided to take a couple extra days and explore the town before heading out. Our vacation would end up being two days in Miami and the four day cruise stopping in Key West and Cozumel. This was looking pretty amazing at that point with temps in Minnesota still hovering around freezing and still dumping snow on us on a semi-regular basis.