It was early May, well into spring, but overcast with temperatures that still required long-sleeved sweaters even if one insisted on wearing flip-flops.

Me: “The sun needs to hurry up and come out!”

H: “Actually, I don’t think that the sun has any control over that, it’s the clouds…”

Me: “Well, the clouds are controlled by wind…”

H: “…and the wind, it’s generated by uneven heating of the ocean…”

Me: “…which is caused by…”

Both in unison: “THE SUN!”

<uncontrollable laughter ensues>

I’ve made a decision that I WILL update, even if I can’t put any thought into my post or keep it in line with the title I choose to give it. So, here goes…

Saw Transformers 2 last week and it was so SO GOOD! I wasn’t expecting it to be so long, though, so an hour into it and an empty (large) cup of cherry coke, and I already had to pee. I kept waiting for a boring enough segment in which I thought I could make a bathroom run, but it never came. Totally worth the discomfort, though.

So in the Twitterverse I kept seeing tweets about this froyo bar called the Skinny Dip. We’ve got TangySweet and IceBerry up here, but I’m never in the areas like DC, Reston, or Ashburn to go like, ever. So naturally I got excited when I heard about the Skinny Dip. After mulling over it for a few days, H finally decides that he’s gonna take me there to satiate my craving and, of course, see what all my fuss is about. We get there and there’s like one dude in the store who works there and a bunch of teeny boppers hanging out. Seeing the confused look on my face, the solitary Skinny Dip worker gives me the run down about how the place works. In my head, I’m like, “okay, okay, but do you have POMEGRANATE frozen yogurt!?” I walk over to the self-serve station and start reading the flavors from the left, my excitement dissipating with each step to the right. Wahhhhh - they didn’t have it. OH WELL. Still a good concept to bring to the area, though…

Took a trip to San Diego for a conference and took my parents and son with me. Maybe I will post pictures soon. I need to remember to check weather forecasts before I go anywhere on travel for extended periods of time. I didn’t bring anything with me except shorts and tanks, expecting that I would be experiencing the California sun in all its glory for 8 days. I ended up wearing the same two pairs of jeans I brought, alternating days. Oh, and I had like 3 sweaters to alternate as well, with the tank tops underneath the only way to make my outfit look any different. Epic fail for me.

That was fun. See ya’ll tomorrow.

I’ve always been pretty bad at maintaining a blog. I’d always admired those who were fortunate enough to blog for a living, but I really wonder how they do it. Coming up with material to write about daily, finding the time to put thought to cyber-paper, and then ultimately dealing with the feedback they receive, from fans and haters alike. I imagine that’s why most don’t last in the blogosphere; it takes a tough cookie to put oneself out there and *gasp* enable comments by anyone and everyone.

I find it difficult, for the most part, to write about anything for public view. Whether I’m going through a tough or a positive period in my life, I usually shy away from posting anything more thoughtful than what I chose to eat for lunch that day. It’s kind of weird, but I’m realizing that I’m more of a chameleon than anything: someone who adapts or conforms to the environment she’s in.

At work, I’m very anti-social so I keep side-discussions with coworkers no deeper than watercooler small talk. I hear too much gossip about other people at work so I try my best not to be the subject of the current week’s TMZ report.

My personal relationships are more that: personal. But even still, I am a different side of me around different people or groups of people. I have my crazy friends, college friends, church friends, drinking buddies, and BEST friends. Each type holds a special place in my heart and also serves a different purpose in my life.

But regardless of who I’m with, there’s always been a certain level of privacy I value. Some might regard this as keeping secrets, to me it’s been more of a defense mechanism. As much as I say that I don’t care what other people think of me, that I do whatever I want, I do hate being judged. And it’s probably like the saying, “A liar believes no one.” Meaning that people who lie have a hard time trusting others because they think that everyone is like them: a liar. I fear judgment because I have spent a lot of time judging others myself.

Going through a divorce makes a person think about perceptions–the way in which we perceive things–in a new light. I mean, how many times have you read articles about a celebrity couple breakup and made assumptions for why they ended? I’ve come to a resolution that I’m never going to do that again, famous or not. It’s gonna go both ways, too. I’m not going to act surprised anymore if two people break up even if they “looked so happy together.” Most people don’t like to air out their dirty laundry so even if times are tumultuous at home behind the bedroom doors, they’re still going to smile for the paparazzi.

And so, here I am on my it-doesn’t-get-any-more-public-than-this blog, with so much going on behind the scenes, but nothing I am willing to put on blast just yet. I wish I could get a ton of things off my chest, but until I’ve put my hater-tendencies in their place, I’m going to assume everyone else is the same.

I know, I NEED to write more. it’s too easy to forget about blogging when you can just twitter!

Note: This post will be entirely train-of-thought-driven. In other words, expect it to be completely random and maybe even irrelevant.

I guess I should write; it’s been awhile. Mountains are moving in my life, and big surprise: I am finding it difficult to articulate my experiences to a public audience. So, on to the superficial stuff.

I’m not quite understanding why so many people are subjecting themselves to the bitter cold, the scarce port-a-potties, standing in the middle of a crowd in constant risk of a stampede… all for the inauguration. I support Obama and of course I know that his presidency is the most historic this country’s seen yet, but seriously? You can get a better view, a clearer sound, and cleaner (and available) toilets all in the comfort of your own home. I called Nissan to schedule an appointment for an oil change next week and the rep suggested next Tuesday at 2pm. Not thinking, I agreed and it wasn’t until I went to mark the appointment on my calendar that I realized that next Tuesday was Inauguration Day. I quickly called Nissan back to reschedule for Wednesday. I, personally, have no intention of going anywhere in the general direction of the district. My office is giving all of us the option to work from home that day, too. And I’m still going to do it even though I live only 5 minutes away — woohoo!

I’ve been frequenting Twitter a bit more often than usual these days and now that I follow more people, I am really starting to wonder how some Twitter users follow thousands of people and reply to everyone. When you go to their Twitter profiles, all you see are rows of @replies spaced one minute apart. I am seriously in the wrong line of work if other people have that much time on their hands during the workday and I don’t.

I’ve been sick with a sore throat and cough since last Friday. Accompanying this pesky virus is laryngitis. I had to call in sick/work from home Monday because I literally couldn’t talk any louder than a whisper. Tomorrow’s Friday and I still sound yucky. And it hasn’t helped that the temps have dropped into the teens as of today. Hopefully this will not have too much a negative effect on my much-anticipated date with my BFF. We’re going into DC, so it will probably be sprinkled with tourists who’ve come early to sight-see and hangout before the big day.

I’m so sad to hear about Steve Jobs. I apparently have been living under a rock since 2004, because that’s how I remember him. I was shocked to see what he looked like today when they showed pictures of his declining health on FoxNews today. What will Apple do without him? I hope he’s been secretly mentoring a prodigy. Or better yet cloning himself.