Being Honest....

So, while my blogs are usually a tale of what I've done over the weekend, or a place to vent over my kitchen renovations, I usually try not to unload my burdens on the web. I guess I just don't like being vulnerable.

So here I go...honestly, sometimes it's harder to put these things in words, so, why not write about it? And after this, I don't know that I'll want to talk about it, but at least you all will know what's going through my lil head, right?

Anyways, we are counting down the days for Al's jaw surgery, and while it will ultimately be for the best, I can't help but be a little scared. Scared of everything. I've known Al for 8 years now, so he's a pretty big constant in my life. I don't want to see him in pain, or have to give up his love of food for 6 weeks while he's wired shut.

And, it's weird knowing that he'll look different after the surgery. I fell for the whole package just the way he is--and it's just weird to know that he'll look different. And, also, selfishly, to know that I'm just staying the same-and that lately, I haven't been to happy with how I look either. I've had the same haircut and glasses for FOREVER, and I really want to lose some weight, but need to actually motivate myself. I like how I look in this picture. But I don't know how to get back to being that way? Gosh, this honesty thing sure does suck. Maybe I should just do a Post Secret?
Yes, if you see something there that says, "I'm afraid after my husband's surgery, he won't like how I look anymore," you'll know it's from me.

Ciao.

And the heat, my Gd, the heat!

It's so damn hot in DC, it's making me cranky. Actually, it's making everybody cranky. A man body checked me on the metro yesterday, pushing me into an innocent victim-and then had the nerve to yell EXCUSE YOU! to me. Whattanass!

But, it's been a busy week despite the heat....Saturday, we went to 2 bbq's-one was a networking one that our new friend Missy invited us to--it was actually a lot of fun, and we had to pull ourselves away to go to the next one. The 2nd BBQ was a pool party of the raunchy variety. I guess I'm getting old, but I was a bit icked out by some of the goings-on in the pool.

Sunday, we had brunch with friends, and made about a bizillion kinds of stock to prepare for Jaw Surgery for Al. Tonight we're headed to Colleen's for a yummy pizza dinner, and Friday we're checking out Urbana, a new restaurant in town. No rest for the weary--and hot.

Up high on a hill....

Fourth of July weekend we hit Park City, Utah, where we went for Clay and Nicole's wedding weekend extravanganza!

It was a fun-filled weekend, with never a dull moment-including the plane ride. United has this new fangled boarding system, where they give you a section (1-4) and they board according to section. I, of course, was the last section to board, and they told me as I got close to boarding that I would have to check my bag. Um, I'm going to a wedding, I have a small window of connection time, and the wedding isn't anywhere NEAR the airport. So, no---you CANNOT have my bag. Having had to live through the scare of not having a bag previously, I was not willing to part with it. And good thing too-my 1/2 hour connect turned into a 10 minute connection-and I had to bolt from my seat to the other end of the concourse wheezing my way through like a crazy person. Not fun.

So, I get to Canyons resort, which is a ski lodge in the winter, and we have a totally incredible room that our friend Laura helped hook us up with. Al was getting back from the rehearsal dinner, and declared that we would be having a party (!!) in our room. I had been up since 4 am, went to work, sprinted a mini marathon through the airport, have only had a bag of pretzels to eat since noon. I was not in the mood. Nicole's parents were the lucky onese who got to host the party, but they were awesome hosts, and made me relieved that I could come and go as I pleased, and didn't have to worry about a room full of friends.

The next morning, we were up early-Al had a golf game to get in with the groomsmen, and I couldn't get back to sleep. So, I met up with our friends Matt and Katie, Tony, and PW for a little breakfast, and then Matt, Katie, PW and I went for a horseback ride for about 1 1/2 hours. My horse's name was Max, and Max liked to trot an awful lot-I thought it was impossible to trot on hills, but Max proved me wrong. Luckily, I used to ride when I was little, so it made it a little easier to hang on while he went full trot.

That evening, we went to the base of the mountain to take the Gondala up to Clay and Nicole's wedding. On the way to the wedding, we passed a hill filled with little lambs baahing as we passed them by. The wedding was beautiful-we were all seated on a footbridge overlooking the most spectacular Aspens. Afterwards, we went inside (still up on the mountain) for the reception-wonderful food, and an incredible band-which consisted of a man on a keyboard who was the main performer and a guy on the guitar for harmony. That's it---and I have to tell you, he was an AMAZING performer. We danced and ate, and drank, fun times. Until we noticed it was lightening out-and they stopped the gondalas in lightening storms. We were stuck on the mountain much later than anticipated, and those with lil ones and babies were especially up shit's creek....no rest for the weary.

We FINALLY made it down in our PITCH black gondala. It was a fun ride down, consisting of screaming, and singing.....with the lambs in the background, of course.

The next day, Al and I got an early start and hit the gym, and met up with some friends for brunch. That night, we went to the Red Butte Gardens for a concert-the opening act was really great-a 23 year old named Reeve Carney, who sounds like a Jeff Buckley reincarnate. The main act was okay, but I really liked the opening act the best, thought he had a great voice and good vibe.

The last day, we woke up early for a hot air balloon ride over Park City with 10 others in the wedding group. We lifted off slowly, and it was amazing. As scared as I am of heights, I wasn't scared of this at all. As we touched down, I noticed that we were basically in some guy's back yard (although technically, it was public property...). I guess the owner noticed too, because he called the cops, and came out cussing every single one of us. Good times. We just drank our champagne, and they shuttled us into the van, and we left. Off to the Stew Pot for a yummy final brunch, and then home. Again, running through the airports. I hate United.