Ramblings

It's almost been a month since my last post!  WTF, you guys are supposed to tell me if it seems like I've fallen off of the face of the blogosphere!  With that said, it's a lot harder to blog when you have nothing exciting going on, or nothing to vent about or nothing you think anyone else wants to hear about...

Golfer officially got his date to move back down to the Keys...October 19th.  On the 20th, you'll find me wearing sweats, in bed, with a bottle or two of unoaked chardonnay and my dog.  You won't be able to miss me, I'll be the girl with the mascara rings around her eyes unable to put together a cohesive sentence without sobbing.  I'm kidding, I won't be that bad.  I hope.

I'm still slightly in denial that he's going...and I may or may not have looked up temporary jobs in the general area of the golf club that he works at.  And I definitely didn't do any research to find out how much a 'Kids Club Counselor' makes...Nope, not at all.

It's a strange feeling.  I feel like most people would be worried about what their boyfriend or girlfriend was going to be doing 13 states away, but that's not really what I'm worried about.  I'm worried that he's going to have SO much fun and do SO many awesome things that he won't miss me.  I realize I sound insane, and I'm going to visit, but still, I can't help it.

The 'exciting' news, is that golfer decided to plan a trip to DC for us before he leaves, which should be interesting, mainly because our over nights are normally one night so it's easy to pretend I'm low maintenance (washed face, brushed teeth, hair in a ponytail) kind of girl.  The reality of it, is that I blow dry and either straighten or curl my hair, use every type of make-up on the planet and own over 75 pairs of shoes. I also am not great at packing, nor do I enjoy car trips (I need options and tend to get car sick). But hey, if I come back from this trip single, then I won't have to worry about FL!

Last but not least, I got a text from golfer's sister today, asking me if I wanted to meet her for happy hour in the city with some of her friends.  I haven't gone to happy hour in ages, and to be honest with you, don't really go out drinking anymore (mainly because I hate counting WW points for alcohol and I hate being a sober person surrounded by drunk idiots) but I do feel like I need to make an effort to know her better, so I said I'd go.  Then I looked down at what I wore to work today.  Silver Sperry's, navy linen pants, and a white shirt with blue stripes.  I don't live near Martha's Vineyard, or The Cape, so this attire isn't really appropriate for happy hour.  I spent my lunch hour trying to find a pair of long jeans at Banana Republic (there were NONE) and ended up getting a pair of Gap jeans that should do the trick.  And lucky for me, I'm a shoe-aholic and have 13 pairs at my desk (plus the ones on my feet and the flip flops I wore into work today) so that's not a problem.  However, I can't decide if his sister wants to get to know me better, or wants to get her friend's opinion on me, so I'm going to have to be on my best behavior.