Back at it.

I have been NOT a good blogger lately. I meant to write about my fun girls' weekend with Red but then the Brewhouse incident incident happened and scared me away from the blogosphere temporarily. Or I realized how much I love Project Runway. One or the other.

Speaking of Project Runway, they sucked me in with their not-so-subtle advertising for bluefly.com. Curiosity got the best of me and, of course, as soon as the site opened, I needed to have the very first thing I saw. It is a beautiful houndstooth coat, which is something that I have been wanting for pretty much ever. Since last year. I'm glad I held out for this beauty. And, for good measure, I also threw a puffy vest into the virtual cart. It's reversible! Even on sale, it wasn't cheap, but it's reversible! That means two for the price of one. Stick with me. I'll teach you how to be thrifty.

I have surprisingly been very homesick lately. I think it might have something to do with the fact that Nic has been busy with his amp stuff and spending less time with me. When he does spend time with me lately, he's only doing it in the literal sense, because he's on the gd phone constantly. It's incredibly annoying. It enhanced the irritability symptom of PMS, that's for sure. When he asked me if I wanted to hang out tonight, I basically told him no. I've become so accustomed to spending evenings alone (getting lots of reading done!) and sleeping alone (so nice to have that whole gigantic full-sized bed to myself!) that I didn't really want him over here. He pried the problem out of me in true psych major fashion and when I admitted that his phone habits were making me nuts, he felt terrible and vowed to be better about letting calls go to voicemail while we're together and returning them when we're not. Well, don't I just feel like a controlling bitch?

Last week, there was a party at Nic's aunt and uncle's house for all of the summer birthdays in the family (including me, even though they hate me). It was a nice little gathering, but emphasized the fact that I am still very, very uncomfortable with his family. It sort of seems like he stays on the outskirts of the gatherings when I'm with him, and I'm sure he's doing it so I don't feel pressured or uncomfortable, but it really makes me feel worse. I don't want them to think that I'm dragging him away. Nic can spend four nights a week with his family, for all I care, as long as he doesn't expect me there for all of them.

Speaking of family, mine is better than his. Okay, that's not fair. I'm sure everybody feels that way. I've finally made my way back to that homesickness topic though. You like the way I did that? Sneaky, huh?

I went up to Tower this past Saturday morning to hang out with Mom and Dad (mostly Dad because Mom works now.) We had a good time cruising around town, having lunch at Good Ol' Days, checking out Sharon's junk business, taking a little walk in the State Park, etc. It happens a lot less often now, but I still sometimes find myself missing home so much it almost brings tears to my eyes. I think it's childhood in general that I miss, but God knows that's never coming back, so visiting the location of my childhood once in a while will have to suffice. It's not the same without Red there, but I still find myself really appreciating the smells and the lack of noise and the free laundry.

This weekend, Nic and Dad and I are headed to the cities to get our claustrophobia on at the awful State Fair and to spend some time with Red. I'm excited to wii now that my arm has finally recovered from last time. I couldn't even open the bathroom door at work without leaning into it, people. This wii is serious business.