Born on a mountain top in Tennessee

I am back.

It is not the most fun thing to go from perfect lovely jeans-and-t-shirt weather to waking up to traces of SNOW in your front yard. Can winter please be over now? (Also, I noticed the snow when I opened the blinds and saw that the dilapidated apartment building next door had been torn down and a bull dozer was now digging a giant hole dangerously close to my dining room. Oh, the changes.)

Things I need to do:

• Finish my homework.
• Read the 95 new posts in my Bloglines account. NINETY-FIVE. I kid you not.
• Figure out what we're having for dinner tonight, even though it's Valentine's Day and Hallmark says we're supposed to get each other treacly presents and drop $200 on dinner, but one of us has worked straight through the last 96 hours and one of us is still recuperating from the flying tin cans of death so NO, we will be eating at HOME and probably watching TELEVISION. We don't need no sentimental holiday.
• Figure out where we will drop $100 on a post-Valentine's-Day-because-we-were-too-tired-on-the-actual-holiday dinner because sentiment is VERY important to me.
• Send all the things I said I had to send in my last post. Because none of them got sent.
• Plan this weekend. Because oh yes, I am leaving AGAIN.

Oh my gosh I'm tired.

There is a lot, actually, to write about, but I haven't quite figured out how.

For now, I'll just say that you San Antonians live in a pretty great place. Well, except for the mess of traffic near my hotel that could put Seattle's 520 bridge to shame. (Seriously. Whoever designed those highways was smoking crack on his coffee breaks.) I am not terribly fond of Texas, as I abhor the smell of air conditioning and do not harbor any great affinity for barbecue, but San Antonio has the whole Riverwalk thing going on (in addition to the Alamo, the Shrine to Texas Liberty!) and it was very very cool.  I MIGHT go back. I don't think everyone in the 5-mile Alamo radius heard my rendition of the Davy Crockett song. Travesty!

In another unfortunate turn of events, I forgot to bring in my Alamo Crackers. Bummer. (My dad bought a coonskin cap. For my mom. The costume box, it is in my genes, people.)

Comments

[jackie]

What, you didn't like Texas ;)

Glad you made it here and back again safely!