A Family Full of Sedans

I am back in action. Sorry about the delay ... I figured that most people knew where I was. The garage where I was mostly stationed at the regatta did not have wireless internet access so I was not able to blog about how I put hospital bracelets on sweaty and hairy wrists all day long. I guess that's not all I did ... I also answered every single question that a rower may have ranging from, "Can I make a substitution in my boat?" to "Do you know where a bathroom with an electrical socket is?" (She was wanting to pump her breasts if you were wondering).

I had a lot of downtime toward the end of the week. I started doing Sudoku puzzles nonstop. I felt so smart, I was even thinking of applying for Mensa. (I wouldn't say I was a genius, because we all know how Robby feels about that, but I think I may be close to the guy who knows all of the state capitals). By that time, the smell of hot ass from the Port-o-Potties didn't even phase me. I even starting text messaging people. I got called out by Laurin, and I think I am a lot less cooler now, but oh well. So, since I have been immersed in the rowing community (and the sport itself) for an entire week, I think that's all I will say about that.

Meanwhile on the homefront, Jake continued his big spending ways in my absence. I say that only in the nicest ways. He actually didn't spend as much money as I thought he would, and at least he is now starting to justify it. How the guy can spend $150 at Target for groceries for one week is beyond me. He told me he needed to get drinks and dog food. (In his defense, the bag of dog food he got is about as big as me, however, the bottle of Sunny D wasn't gold-plated, so things still don't add up). He is so Jim Carey from "Dumb and Dumber" ... you know, that part when he goes to get beer and comes out of the store with a huge sombrero and one of those paddle ball thingies. That is Jake. I hope that doesn't make me Harry.

So, anyways, one of the other things he got this weekend was a car. No, he didn't buy it, if that is what you are thinking (then we would really have a problem). His parent's "traded" his truck for it. It is a very nice Impalla. A 4-door sedan, if you will. Jake likes to "pimp it out," however, he did say that my Solara has better rims. You fools all know dat! Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Now I am trying to plan out my weekends that have no plans. My new plans will include sleeping in, drinking coffee, and watching movies. It will be blissful.

Oh, and here are pictures from Chris O'Maley's wedding. I had a blast, and it was beautiful. I hardly go to Richmond anymore, and I got to see a lot of people I went to high school with. I was excited to see everyone, and then I remembered why I don't hang out in Richmond. Some girl says to me, "Didn't you used to be a lot bigger in high school?" Wow. Good ole Richmond charm. (This does not include those of you that still live in Richmond that I am still in contact with. You guys rule ... but, you probably understand where I am coming from about the randoms).

I am sure you guys are so happy about seeing pictures of me in a black dress and Jake in a tie every freaking blog. This is the last one, I promise. I just think Jake looks extra cute in this one. Even though you can't see his bangin' hair or you can't hear him saying that he impregnated me. Gotta love him.

That was my lame catch up. More later.