VeeTee

I am enjoying one of (possibly THE last day....the snow is brewin' up somethin' special I hear) the last days of my 5-day extravaganza at home. I don't mean home in Bev, but HOME home in Williston. I think it will take a lot of doin' in order for my HOME home status to change from Williston to anywhere else....if it ever does. I tell my parents that stepping into my Williston home will never ever get old. I just love it and love the people the reside in it. And the people who reside about 10 minutes south of it who always come to sleepover. Going home isn't filled with wild and crazy nights with high school friends or anything crazy like that (please, don't you know who I am?...the little old lady stuck in a 26-year-old body?). I really didn't keep in touch with many high school friends and for the ones that I did, it's pretty much thanks to Facebook. The extent of friendship I have with my high school friends is "liking" statuses and poking each other. Timeout: poking? Com'n. So silly. But so funny every time I bring it up, I think.

Timein: What I'm trying to say is, I love that going home means doing nothing but relaxing. The craziest thing I ever do here is maybe do a triathlon or go to Costco. Seriously. CRRRAAAAZZZYYYYY!!!!

So anyway, because blogging makes me want to make lists of various items or at least bullets, I will makes bullets sharing why I love my VeeTee visits so much. Boring, maybe, but it was your choice to be a follower (thank you!) or your choice to become a follower because you better or I will hunt you down. Another timeout: a friend from college did remind me of a great Michael Scott quote that I think fits my blogger expectations for my readers perfectly: "I like to be liked, but I don't need to be liked. Not like my need to be praised." So...get on that, wouldja?

*The people. Obviously. And if you know me even a smidgeon, you know that I love my parents and am excited to see them but the other, equal, but also okay fine I get really excited to see them, people are Phebe and Ruby. I usually end up basking in the glory of the day with these two fools. Phebe and I just stare and laugh at Ruby, Ruby realizes that we are laughing with (not at...well sometimes) her so she does something else funny and really, the cycle continues. It's not so much a vicious cycle as an awesome cycle.

*Workouts. I know, many people shudder at this but I just love working out with Phebe. This time around, sadly, Phebe hurt her calf doing something crazy like soccer so she's sort of out of the same workouts that I'm doing. BUT, we did get to swim laps yesterday and she's really funny swimming laps. Every time she notices that we are going to be resting at the same time she looks at me with her capped goggled head and says, "wanna talk about something?" N0w, when Phebe says this, she doesn't actually have anything in mind to talk about, she's just putting out the invitation to chat and giggle. No, literally, we have some of our deepest conversations in caps goggles and bathing suits at one end of the pool. Yesterday we talked about how if you push off to start swimming while making fists, you literally feel like Superman for a couple of moments. So, I tried, and I will never go back to the boring, human way. It's Superman swimming from here on out. During the summer my motivation to come here usually has to do with races. Phebe and I participated in 7 triathlons last year and about half of them were in this area. I LOVE triathloning with Pheebs.

*Television. We watch a pretty darn good amount of television. When Ruby is napping or sleeping we'll light a fire and watch random TV. For awhile we were on a What Not to Wear kick, and if it wasn't on we didn't know what to do with ourselves. This time around, though, Phebe and I have been watching Modern Family during Ruby's naps. Then when Mom gets from from work we watch 24 for hours and hours. I said this in a facebook status recently but as much as I love Jack Bauer, I can't imagine being him because I would scream like a girl every minute of every day. That's a lot of screaming like a girl. Hence, my working as a teacher. No screaming there, just screaming in my head when I have to be in an IEP meeting or when my students spells "really" with only one 'l', AGAIN.

*My father's resourcefulness. I don't know WHEN filing for taxes is just going to make sense one day, but thus far, it just hasn't. WHAT is with all the different lines and ovals and numbers and questions that I don't understand? I'm being very vulnerable right now. I am not good at things that I should be good at by now. I've created the saying that everyone says in my house when the subject is intimidating or hard to something you don't want to deal with and that is "I don't want to talk about it." Let me give you an example: "Jaquelin, are you part of a teacher's union?" or "Jaquelin, are you putting money into your retirement fund?" or "Jaquelin, how much money do you allow in your budget for groceries?" or "Jaquelin, how big is your gas tank?" And I would say, in a heartbeat, "I don't want to talk about it." There. You get the idea, though, everything that is mature and that labels me as an adult, I don't want to talk about. What happened to the days of playing board games and giggling about knock knock jokes? When did it suddenly turn into car insurance and teacher unions? Oh, bother. Being an adult is hard. But wow, tangent. I'm saying that I appreciate my father and this knowledge for all things too mature for me to handle, or for me to want to handle. Don't get me wrong, I do what I have to do. But it doesn't mean I have to like it. I think I'll never get married and have children. Why? So I don't have to start filling out things like I have dependents and my spouse's social security number is blah blah blah. It's as easy as it'll get now. I'm single and my social security number is ...(haha gotcha there, stalker...what, you think I'm THAT immature and stupid? Please. I fill out my own tax forms cough cough with my cough father's cough cough help cough).

*My mother's precious and godly awesomeness. First of all, my mother's name is Arabella. You can't get any preciouser than that. But she follows through by having a precious personality. She is constantly reminding me of and encouraging me with my relationship with the Lord and while there are times I don't FEEL like I need reminding, it's always good to have that constant in my life. Ah, Mom, you ol' so and so! Hm. I wonder if my parents will mind that their bullet points came after television. Let me make an announcement, this is in no specific order.

OOH Pheebs and Rubes just pulled into the driveway. We have some nonsensical laughing and television watching to do. Maybe we'll go to Costco, too. Wild and crazy day planned for today.