Mark and I will be celebrating this 4th of July on our annual float trip with his fraternity brothers and their spouses.
It’s not as glamorous as some backyard barbeques but it’s always a blast. The picture above is from a trip back in 2007.
For those unfamiliar with a float trip (I grew up in Iowa and we didn’t have such things) - it’s essentially a camping trip with the addition of floating down about 10 miles of river. Some people choose canoes, we usually go with rafts to support our many coolers of booze. The whole point is to float down a river and get drunk, it’s very hoosier.
Every year I get made fun of because every year I wash my hair at the end of the float…usually in the river - which is spring-fed so it has nice clear water.
I dunno, I just like clean hair and its the one luxury I can’t give up when camping. Everything else I’m good with: bugs, heat, tents, sleeping bags, and campfire food - bring it on.
This will be the 6th annual trip. I’m very excited to get drunk with some of our closest friends and celebrate ‘Murica!
Slightly longer answer - maybe. If I did it again I would not drink just water, my body needs calories, so maybe I’d throw some juice in there. Ask me again in a month when I’ve forgotten how horrible it was.
Important note: The whole time I was doing the ‘fast’ I kept thinking about how I actually had the luxury to choose not to eat but there are many people who go hungry because they have no other choice. I can’t imagine how difficult it is to be calorie deficient - the whole process made me feel kind of selfish. I plan on researching some charities that deal with hunger, in the U.S. and the world.
I just drank water all day and things were going pretty well until I got to my last couple of hours and my body started shutting down on me.
My head hurt and I was sweating profusely.
I was shaky, weak, and nauseous and while in the kitchen I leaned up against the fridge and just slowly let my body slide to the floor. The cold linoleum felt amazing and I resigned my self to death.
Mark then made me eat a granola bar, he’d finished his 24 hours (having not had a snack last night). I almost fought him because I hated the idea of him ‘winning’ and me not able to make it to the end (yes, we’re competitive ass holes) but a wave a nausea convinced me to eat something.
After the granola bar I ate 2 fried eggs, 2 pieces of bacon, hashbrowns, a cinnamon raisin english muffin, a bowl of Special K fruit and yogurt cereal, and a glass of O.J.
Never again. Never, ever again.
Now I’m going to take a bubble bath and drink some green tea. If I drown in the tub, know I died happy because that meal would have been my death row meal of choice.
Wedding last night - very small town, very country. Very different from every wedding we’ve attended so far.
Dinner included BBQ pulled pork, potato salad, corn casserole, and baked beans. (which was delicious BTW).
It was a fun shin dig.
Mark and I had to leave early as we had some out of town guests show up for a surprise visit last night.
We were out late with our guests and got caught in the down pour. Went through a puddle on the highway, car started stalling and check engine light came on. I revved the engine and it stopped misbehaving.
We made it home but check engine light stayed on. Fingers crossed that we just got a sensor wet and it just needs to dry out.
Run from the car to the apartment left us soaked through (completely). I was shivering to death and we buried ourselves under a mountain of blankets and stayed that way until noon today.
Girls - You know that thing when you over-analyze something and land on a completely irrational and sometimes outlandish conclusion? Don’t lie - we all do it.
Last night I did this with bread pudding.
Mark and I started out on a walk in the early evening and somehow ended up at a bar watching the hockey game. To cheer myself up after getting pouty that my walk had been sidetracked I ordered myself a big ole’ chocolate bread pudding dessert. I ate the whole thing. Inhaled the sucker.
Immediately after the last bite I started feeling ill. I was overly full and my body was telling me to toss my cookies bread pudding.
I started over-analyzing the nausea and somehow attributed my nausea to feeling guilty for over-indulging on the dessert, therefore making my desire to vom feel like an eating disorder. So, in order to not be bulimic (solid rationale here people) I left the bar early, hit the hay, and forced my stomach to deal with it.
This morning, at 4:15 am (the time I got up at in order to arrive in St. Louis for work before 9am because I didn’t want to drive in last night) I jumped out of bed without a thought about my crazy thought process the night before.
My stomach immediately protested to the upright stance. It screamed at me, “Fuck you, you idiot, you should have listened to me last night. You are not well.”
I promptly vomited.
Then for a second I wondered if I was pregnant, which is what my over-analyzing brain always lands at when I’m the least bit queasy, dismissed the thought, felt 100% better and then drove 4 hours to St. Louis.
Mark and I are car shopping today, my little mercury sable needs a new home and we need something a little bigger so we can extend our family (and by that I mean a dog). We’re looking at a couple crossover vehicles.
This is our first time buying from a dealer - any tips for us?
Sometimes I love the convenience of working at home and other times the isolation drives me to the point of insanity. It’s really a mixed bag and I’ve got one year under my belt and three more years of working from home to go.
Something I do appreciate about working from home is my ability to wear whatever I please. Office appropriate is no longer in my vocabulary when I’m in my home office.
Tank [LOFT] Crops [Banana Republic] Shoes [Laura Ashley] Watch [Fossil]
It’s nice to be able to wear what I want and feel comfortable. It’s also nice that I actually control the temperature of my ‘office’ - unlike when I visit HQ and my actual work office cubicle is either absolutely freezing or unbearably sweltering.
Important Sidenote: Yesterday I ran some errands over my lunch hour. During those errands I passed a group of guys and heard one say under his breath - “If only she didn’t have a ring already.”
I tried to hide my smile of delight. Once you get married getting hit on is a thing of the past and while Mark is actually fairly good at paying my compliments and showing his affection, it is nice to hear an outsider’s compliment.