I know. I know. I know. This week has been reDONCulous. We got back from a wonderfully relaxing trip to the beach and I hit the ground running. Y'all, I love my job. I mean it. However, I tell my boss every year that if I'm going to lose my job anytime soon to make sure (s)he calls and tells me while I'm at the beach. And then I secretly wait for that phone call because then I have no reason to go home. Seriously. I would stay forever until it got really cold if I could. Much as I'm sure you would love for me to share all of the exciting details of our trip, my bosom friend Sarah already did it on her blog. And she used pictures.

Since we've been back it's mostly been mission trip planning, babysitting, and trying not to trip on the 300 children running around the church for VBS. Anyone know a good way to get VBS songs unstuck from your head? Also, I've been reading The Hunger Games series which has kept me fairly occyoopado this week. I really cannot put it down and have found myself putting off other really important things just so I can keep reading. Honestly, my toes need to be painted at least have the old, chipped paint removed, my eyebrows need to be tweezed separated, and I am at least 3 weeks behind on People, but I just can't stop reading.

Tomorrow I'm headed to good ole' Kentucky with some youth. Should be good. And hot. But probably not as hot as here. Can't wait. I should probably get back to reading packing now and double check to make sure I have socks and underwear. Somehow I always manage to pack 3 weeks worth of clothes and then forget something as basic as underwear. I can't imagine Emily would approve of me discussing my underwear. This blog has really gone downhill. I promise I'll try to do better once I get home.

Fondest regards,
The Lady

Dear readahs,
If you need me I will be at the beach practicing the fine art of leisah. You won't get a post this week, but I believe you have come to expect that sort of thing.

Fondest regards,
The Lady

This weekend CB and I went kayaking. I like to think that I'm just the right amount of outdoorsy. I know that I don't seem like it what with my completely rational deathly fear of things that fly coupled with my idea that "roughing it" means the hotel only has 3 stars, but ignore that for a moment because none of it applies when there is water involved. I heart water and I think I could be perfectly happy spending every day kayaking on the river...as long as I got to shower and eat a good meal and sleep in a real bed at the end of the day. Also, I'm really good at kayaking...as long as there aren't too many shoals and trees and other things to avoid. Also, apparently CB and I look the part:

Kayak guy: Have you ever been on this river before?
CB: Yes
Me: Well, yeah, but not this stretch.
Kayak guy: Yeah? Where do you normally go?
yada, yada, yada...me telling him...
Kayak guy: Really? Do y'all normally take your own equipment?
Me: Well, yeah...

Which is totally sort of true. I didn't feel the need to tell him that "our own equipment" is normally wal-mart inner tubes and a floating cooler (for the, you know, cokes) or that "on the river" meant I'd done a couple of tubing trips. I didn't want to embarrass him because tubing is way more hard core than kayaking.

Aaaanyway, the whole point of this tale is that I found a kayaking place that completely caters to The Lady of Leisure. First, you check in in a lovely pavilion complete with tables, couches, chairs, and coordinating toss pillows. Not your average outpost. Then, they drive you to the drop-in point and not in one of those old school buses with the vinyl seats and no AC. No, Ma'am. You are squired to the river in no less than a stretch excursion complete with twinkly lights in the ceiling. Magical. It made me wish I'd remembered to put mascara on. CB apologized for not getting me a corsage. I said, "It's okay. I should've got you a boat-onniere." And then we both died laughing...well...I laughed and he smiled politely.

Okay, okay.

Then we got in the river which trip was supposed to take 3 hours, but we knocked it out in a little over 1.5 because, as I said, we are awesome kayakers. I was a little disappointed that it wasn't a longer trip, but CB (ever the optimist) pointed out that it could be worse, "Remember the last time someone went on a 3 hour tour?" Touche.

The best part (after the limo, obvi) is that you get out at the lovely pavilion where you parked your car instead of having to ride a smelly, hot bus back to the outpost. Plus, if you prepare better than we did, you can have food waiting for you when you arrive. All outdoor activities should be this posh. I think any semblance I had of being outdoorsy just flew right out the window with that last sentence.

Fondest regards,
The Lady

I didn't want to mention my application because I didn't want any of y'all to get too excited, but I received my official invitation to the 2011-2012 Provisional Class for Junior League Athens today! It came with a "check yes or no" card. I'm totally checking yes. And I have 2 months to buy a new dress.

8 days until I go to the beach!

Also, I didn't do much this weekend because I had to work; however, I did celebrate Memorial Day the American way with 7 solid hours by the pool. Combine that with "work" and we've got 10 pool hours logged already this week. Pretty good.

Fondest regards,

The JLA Lady!