I'm home.My rainbow walled room is still painted, my old campaign posters still intact. Fourteen year old me is still alive and well within the confines of these Cajun walls.
I haven't been home for a year, so it's nice to be able to just relax. I have NOTHING scheduled today...hard to believe.
Although...I definitely came down to Louisiana with the expectation of a bit of warmth...and I know 45 degrees and raining is definitely an upgrade from Cleveland, but it's just not particularly the ideal weather I had been looking forward to. BUT!!! Tomorrow and for the rest of the week...SUN and 65-70 degrees!!!! I can't even begin to decribe the excitement...
This morning, I went to our local health club and ran 5 miles and lifted some weights...and then enjoyed the amazing whirlpool for probably longer than I needed. As an aside, I swear everybody in Louisiana has a perfect body, beautifully combed hair (yes, even when working out), and an impeccable complexion. grrr. grrr. ugh. Self esteem plummets. blech.
My dad goes running twice a day, everyday...5 miles in the morning, and 5 at night. So, I'm going to go out again with him tonight...hopefully it won't be raining anymore by that time...otherwise, back to the gym we go. Back to the gym, where I'm determined not to let those little icons of perfection intimidate me. I'm a triathlete, dammit.
Okay, so there really needs to be a book written about the hilarity of plane flights into Lafayette, LA. Never have I been on one without some sort of ridiculousness insuing. This time around, it started with a standing ovation being given to the stuerdess after she did her seatbelt demonstration, intensified with the person across from me asking the same poor stuerdess if he could move up front to sit on her lap, and culminated with the guy next to be professing his love to me, as I was "The coolest chick he's met in a long time." He was a good guy, actually...said I was a better person for going after my so-called dreams. He said he earned lots of money, but it wasn't good for anything because he wasn't educated. I argued, saying at least he could functionally make his way in this world...and this thing they call 'education' might be just a bit overrated anyway. He didn't back down. I guess there are 2 sides of the coin...it's just hard to see the other side when you are so firmly entrenched in your current position.Anyway, all in all...it's great to be home. I've got a whole lot of nothing planned, and it feels wonderful. I'm pretty lucky, I guess...to still be able to take 2 weeks off for Winter vacation, just because I feel like it. There's that other side of the coin for you...
Let the good times roll!
5 comments:
OK, canadian moment here... kept thinkin' that iguana doesn't rhyme with susanna... uh, hello louisiana! that was my smile of the day...
Go Dad! What a great role model - n'est-ce pas vrai? 5 + 5 every day.
Did you fly Southwest? Sounds like Southwest type shenanigans.
Like your coin analogy... reminded me of 'Good Will Hunting' for some reason, 'You like apples', 'How do you like 'dem apples'...
This comment is getting longer than the post. That's a wrap.
Let's roll.
Bold--
hehehe
i think it's awesome that you now think i have a southern accent...but alas...i don't. in fact, my name isn't Susanna as in the song, but Susanna as in iguana...does that make sense? I always have to correct people, hence 'Su'...but I definitely still think of myself as Susanna in the main scheme of things. :)
Not Southwest...but definitely understand your thinking here. Flew to Las Vegas once and the stuerdess says..."welcome to the city of Lost Wages..." hahahaha.
stuerdess?
ok, i think i got it.
your name rhymes with Iguana, but not Louisiana...
actually, that makes for a much better campaign slogan. bet u won!
exactly right on the name thing, Bold...
and yep, I did win the election (just for student council representative, mind you...) :)
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