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Oh my god I have just had the busiest four days EVER.  We literally have not stopped since I got off the plane on Thursday, and I’m about ready to drop.

The girls were SO surprised when they saw me, it was so much fun!  I hid in the baggage pickup part (behind a corner, and I KNOW I looked suspicious to all those other people, peeeeeeking my head around every so often) and John made sure they were focused on the carosel so they wouldn’t notice me walking up.  I made it almost all the way to them before they looked over and saw me, because I am stealthy with my ninja skilz.  But then they turned around and just sort of…stared, and then they were like heyyyy! and then it was big group hugs and possibly tears and a tad bit of ‘yay’.  They are both so much taller than they were nine months ago!  And they are so cute!  And funny, and awwww I love my girls!!

After we got their bags we headed over to my sister’s house, where we immediately proceeded to the best pizza place in the world, Lamppost Pizza, and ate wayyy too much food.  Of course, because we were all so full, when we left we headed to Coldstone’s, and sighhhh….there is much love in my heart for ice cream.  Seriously.  I.LOVE.ICECREAM.  I got my favorito favorite, Cheesecake ice cream w/ brownies, caramel and walnuts.  It was SO GOOD. 

Okay, so to prevent this from becoming a blow-by-blow of what I have eaten in the last 72 hours I will just give you a sum up:  on Saturday we took the girls to Gameworks, and then drove home, because our realtor called and said we were having an Open House today and believe me, this house was not ready for potential buyers to see.  As soon as we walked in the door, we started cleaning, and when we woke up this morning, we immediately started cleaning AGAIN, and ughhhh it sucked.  What sucked worse than that was that we were SUPPOSED to go see Pirates of the Carribean, but SOMEBODY IN THIS FAMILY that was ABSOLUTELY NOT ME didn’t want to deal with the Sunday crowd, so after we ate (and yeah, I’ve eaten at least twice my weight in food this trip ALREADY including Mexican food TWICE, and all I have to say is: MMMMMM) and…where was I…oh! So we ended up having so much time to kill and it did I say that it sucked?  Yeah.  By the time we made it home I was tired of the heat (it’s sooo hoottttt hereeeee) and tired of…being tired and for awhile I stared at my laptop thinking ‘I should really post’ and then ‘hmmm…’ and then ‘FINE.’ and here I am.

We’re heading up to Paradise either tomorrow afternoon or Tuesday morning depending on some appointments John has on base, which means…yes, even MORE of my favorite restaurants to stuff my face at!  Oh, and some other stuff like camping, and fishing, and wakeboarding.  Right NOW, though, guess what!?  It’s time for dinner!!

Auf Wiedersehen!!

I am finally home!  I am pretty out of it from jet lag; I left Korea at 4:30 pm Thursday, and got to California at 11 am on…Thursday.  Stupid International Date Line.  Anyway I got about 5 hours of sleep from Wednesday night on, and no matter how hard I tried to sleep on that damn plane, I just CANNOT do it.  I got about 3 hours over the whole flight, but managed to stay up until 9 last night, and we slept until 7 this morning so…with that and the GINORMOUS coffee that John just went and got me I should be good by tomorrow or so.  However, I fully intend on using jet lag as an excuse when John brings up anything unpleasant.  "The realtor is going to showing the house, would you mind helping me clean it up a bit?" "Um..gosh, LOVE to, but this jet lag…little tired, you know?"  NOOO not really, jeez, I’m not THAT lazy!  Actually, John has worked pretty hard on getting the house ready to sell, it looks really great so not much for me to do, (thank god).  Speaking of the realtor, we went and signed all the paperwork yesterday, our house is officially on the market!  We priced it about 10K lower than the other houses in the area, which might be mean but see, we have this thing called a time limit on this whole house selling thing. 

You guys, it is SO NICE to be home!  Like, even better than I thought it would be; as we were landing, I just kept thinking, "I am coming HOME!" and it was instantaneous tears, which was a little weird because while I was completely excited to see John, and definitely looking forward to seeing not only the girls but my family and friends, I wasn’t expecting tears at the sight of LA smog and the hot, dry, brown desert off in the distance.  I mean, um, gross.  SMOG?  Weird.

So we made it through the LA traffic and as soon as we got home I immediately took a shower to get the dirtiness of traveling off of me, and then after a few errands, stopped by and had some Mexican food (nine months is WAY too long with no Mexican food, I don’t care what anyone says) and did a perusing the aisles at Target and then finally, home.  At that point, man, I was TIIIIIRED.

Right this minute John is showing off his XBox 360, which of course isn’t new to him, since he got it for Christmas but of course, I have been dying to see it (not really).  I mean literally RIGHT THIS MINUTE he is showing me, while I’m typing this so it’s a lot of "wowww!" and "yeah that’s SO neat!" and he TOTALLY knows I’m pretending but it doesn’t really matter because he’s the best.  I love my husband.  Did I mention I’m happy to be home?  Xbox 360 demonstration and all?

Anyway, we are leaving soon to pick up the girls at the airport.  They have no idea I’m here already, and think they are picking ME up at the airport tomorrow…I LOVE SURPRISING PEOPLE!! But I just wanted to let everyone know I was here!  Pictures and more posts soon!

Auf Wiedersehen!!!

You know, I’ve never been the type of person whose motto is Carpe Diem.  I’m the type of person that thinks "What do you mean, SEIZE!?  Don’t you know you COULD HURT YOURSELF?!!!"  I’m a horrible vacationer, constantly worried about schedules and getting hurt or sunburnt or not being able to get enough sleep or finding myself without a toilet when I most desperately need one.  Even worse, I spend so much time stressing about the NEXT day that I usually have a hard time enjoying the current one.  Out of all the things I would like to change about myself, this is number one on my list.  I have wasted so much fun on worrying about things that might happen in the future that it makes me crinkle my nose to think about.

And…okay, look.  Before I continue, I want to say that sometimes I wish this journal was completely anonymous so I could write whatever I wanted and not worry about seeming like I’m fishing for reassurances or concerned comments.  Please keep that in mind, and don’t do any of those things, I BEG YOU.  If you do, that will just make me embarrassed and wish I hadn’t written anything because my intentions are not to say "poooooor me" but instead to get this off my chest.  I know everyone loves me (right?  RIGHT?) but much like the fact that I can’t stay away from cake, I can’t help but worry about really dumb things. So, if you like me at all, (and I know you do, RIGHT?) you will read this and then pretend you never saw it.  EVER.  If I hear one peep I will…be mad!  I WILL!

I’m worried right now, and it’s silly…I’m days away from coming home, of returning to the place where my heart is, and the panic is starting to set in, that when I get there I will ruin everything, that I will worry too much about time and lagging conversation and the things I can’t do and make people wonder why they wanted me there in the first place.  I’m worried about people feeling obligated to be happy to see me.  I’m worried about not spending the right amount of time with everyone.  I’m worried about coming home.  I know it’s ridiculous, but I feel so unworthy of people’s time. I’m not spontaneous; I’m…more like Piglet than Tigger, and if there are people out there that do not know the difference between those two I am sad for you, but that is a different post for a different day.  The point is, I sometimes feel so unfun.  I’m not a brilliant conversationalist.  I’m not up to date on politics, or current events, or world history, or religion.   And I’ve already told you how bad I am with small talk.  Anyway, all of that adds up to me wishing that nobody knew when I was coming home, and that I could just hide away with John and the girls so I didn’t have to deal with it. 

But that’s ridiculous, and I know it.  I have 30 days to enjoy, and the only person that can make me have a bad time is myself.  Therefore, I am going to hold myself accountable to all of YOU, and I FULLY expect you to take me to task if I don’t hold up my end of the bargain.  So:  <ahem><cough cough> I hereby promise that on my vacation I will have a fabulous time, and do lots of fun things, and take many pictures.  I promise to never look at a clock (except when I have to) and not worry about working out.  I will go camping and not worry about bugs, or the germs that are certainly SWARMING all over the campground restrooms.  I will wakeboard and not be scared to jump.  I will eat fabulous food, and not worry about the scale.  I SWEAR I can do all those things, I can!  I’m the little engine that could!  The ant who moved a rubber tree plant!  The…um…thinking of another inspirational story…OH!  I’m that mouse that took the thorn from the lion’s paw.  You know what I’m talking about right?  I’m TOTALLY that mouse! 

I seem to have a full calendar through this week; you will have to forgive me if I can’t post.  As soon as I can, I will update you guys…and I will, probably, happily, and thank god, FINALLY, be doing so from home.

Happy Fourth of July!!

Auf Wiedersehen!!!