10 fun things I did this weekend

All weekends should be 3 days. Some highlights:

1. went shopping at BR outlet so Ed doesn't go naked
2. went to Baltimore just for fun and ate in Little Italy. I had tortellini which was fantastic; it came with sausage that I didn't realize when I read the menu. I ate it anyway.
3. went to Joes with Brenda and Kevin for pizza buffet. yum. Joe's is our favorite pizza place--family owned, great pizza, and super cheap. there is a good salad bar too so it could qualify as healthy.
4. craft store = fun. target = dangerous. bought alot of make up, which I do about twice a year
5. went to dave and busters, for a friend's birthday. it is like a big-kid arcade. I liked the motorcycle video games the best. We didn't earn enough tickets to get anything good though.
6. went to the beach on the western shore of maryland. it was actually a really great beach (being from ND, I have low standards). great way to spend a warm day.
7. went to a friend's bbq. ate too much.
8. played croquet on the Mall with Sarah, Kevin, Chris, Brenda and Sarah's friend Rebecca. It was really fun. I think we all need to reccreate more in our lives.
9. ate outside and enjoyed the beautiful backyard that our landlord planted
10. currently watching Hustle and Flow.

Also got to the gym twice, caught up with some friends, cleaned up etc.

It's amazing what you can get done with an extra day.

Pics from the graduation

New Zealand = My new favorite place

So Ed got an invite to a BBQ at the New Zealand Embassy last night. It was so fun! First, it was one fancy BBQ with passed hors devoures (sp?!) and rack of lamb. No weenies and burgers here! The food was so amazing. I am going to have Ed email the contact and get the recipe for the blue-cheese stuffed whole mushrooms. They were so yum. Seriously amazing. Anyway, the highlight was talking to Peter who worked at the Embassy. He was so nice and answered all of our random questions about New Zealand and being in the foriegn service. My life isn't all that exciting so I choose to surround myself with people who lead interesting lives. Anyway, I love New Zealand now and of course want to go there. I also like that people from there are called Kiwis. That's fun.

Run Girl, Let Me See Your Body Sweat

We hit traffic going to the airport yesterday and I got there at 6:00 for my 6:45 flight, which is cutting it close. Self-check-in was a breeze, but I noticed a snaking security line when I walked in. The line was long but was moving quickly. Still when I got through security it was 6:25. Technically, you need to be at your gate 15 minutes before the flight leaves. I grabbed my flip flops from the gray tub and ran like Kenyan to Terminal C. My gate was 23. Gates 1-4 didn’t start until a good way down the terminal. I booked it on the people-movers. The clock in the terminal read 6:27; I think the other ones were fast. Good. Run faster. The people-movers end. I run some more. I look up. C-11. Are you kidding? What is with this terminal? Every gate is about 3 miles apart. I am still running. No signs of a clock. Keep running. Legs hurt. Flip flops were made for the beach, not long-distance sprints. Ahh another people—mover. I can do this. I hope on. Pull out ticket to verify gate is C-23. Look closer. Seat = C-23! Gate = D-5! FFFFFFFFFFFFFF************CCCCCCKKK. Oooh I said that loud. Parents around look at me like I am the devil. I am still on the people-mover. Must get off. Run other way. Run. Run. Run some more. See man with golf-cart not taking anyone. Please sir, can you take me? Please. Please. Please. Can’t because you don’t work for Northwest? Please, please, please….no? really? Fighting back tears. You won’t help me? Minnesota Nice, my ass. Run. Run. Run. Legs really hurt. Finally get to D. D-5 is close. I see it. No one around. S**T (this time I say it in my head and not out loud). Run up to counter. Completely out of breath. Man says I didn’t miss it. I run down the gate. Women shuts door behind me. I walk onto plane. People look up at me because they hear me breathing. Sad. Need to be better about getting to the gym. Make girl move out of my aisle seat. I am sure she thought I wasn’t coming. Have a seat. Touch my shirt and it is wet with sweat. Gross. Takes me 2 hours to decompress.

I am going to have Ed post some pics from Dan’s graduation this weekend. I should really learn to post my own pics, but it seems very complicated to me right now.