Overusing Parenthesis

Oh my goodness it’s so nice to sit down! My last twenty four hours (minus the eight of sleeping) have been quite busy. A good work shift, some exciting girl talk with my favorite lady Tayler Little, a morning of bridal shower gift shopping at the magical place that is Target, lunch with my siblings, a tiring trip to Bell Square and a drive out to Snoqualmie and back are the things that compile into my day thus far. When returning home I got to spend lots of time in the kitchen with Morgan, preparing snacks and readying our home for Ashley Hitchcock’s bridal shower. So now I sit to catch a quick break before the ladies show up.

I think I’m prone to be more pooped, if you will, since my weekend has been full of bad food and work out-less-ness. Since I started exercising a few months ago to lose some weight for the “Wedding in June!!” (my roommates will confirm my annoying pursuit of love handle lowering) as I was to be a bridesmaid, my energy levels have been kickin’ and I’ve been more eager to endure my day without a noontime nap. I’ve not found time this past week, though, to work out and/or go to Boot Camp, a twice-weekly hour long group work out session, so those levels have lessened and the double chin has grown.

Earlier today we went to lunch at Panera Bread to celebrate sister Caylene’s return from Alaska where she cared for my uncle who has been diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s Disease

(she’s the gem of the family, I’m the bible-college-drop-out). Caylene wanted to drive to our next destination since she hadn’t driven her little Volkswagen for almost a year. Opal is the name of that Jetta and she’s rather high maintenance. Cay turned the key to unlock the doors (she’s an old vehicle and doesn’t have that high tech car remote); sure, the doors unlocked but also came an unwanted surprise: the windows rolled down. This seems normal for any given Jetta – they proudly advertise the random feature. But Opal’s windows haven’t obediently rolled down for me for months. The buttons tease me as I’d attempt to roll down the glass to appreciate the summer time breeze to flow through her leathery interior but instead she forces me to waste my fuel on raunchy air conditioning. This has happened once before and is detrimental because Opal remains unwilling to allow the windows to roll up. She has an electrical problem with the fuses (is it obvious that I know what I’m talking about?). And because Caylene found it necessary to go to the mall to get a new iPod, we had to drive, hair flyin’, to Bellevue and then on the freeway out to Snoqualmie. It made for quite a few photo ops and many laughs – Carina liked to reawaken her toddler tradition of pretending to be a dog by sticking her head out the window to keep the hair out of her face. There may or may not be  embarassing Facebook pictures to prove the unique adventure. I’m glad my sisters had fun spending the afternoon with me, but I had to drive back in that possessed car alone and my sweater was much too light to support a comfortable body temperature. I’m hopeful that one of my handy roommate fellas will remember how to rewire the car so I won’t freeze every time I drive. Until then I’ll be praying hard for rainless days.