We Are Men of Action, Lies Do Not Become Us.

So, I came back from North Carolina safe and sound... like a month and a few weeks ago. It was lovely and relaxing, and I learned about myself. And then I worked for all of July and then 2 weekends ago I went to Long Island. I visited a friend and we drove all around and talked and watched Sherlock (some things never change) and I learned about myself. I also took this picture.

 

That is 1 (one) house in the Hamptons. On the other side of that house is the ocean. It was a gorgeous house and one that I could easily fit all of my family and friends (and probably a few of their families as well) inside of. To stop myself from going completely crazy, I imagine that at least 15 people live there at any given time. If, by chance, the person who owns or lives in that house sees this blog and gets annoyed that I posted a picture of the top of their huge house on the internet, I'm letting you know now, I will gladly remove this picture from my blog post if you let me stay in your house for a few days. It's so big and I am so tiny, you wont even notice me.  I could even stay in the winter when you probably aren't there anyway. Just a thought. 

I have been so blog-neglectful, I don't even know what to say really. If this blog were my child, it would have been taken away by child services ages ago. In an attempt to prevent that from happening, let me write a list of potential future blog ideas (knowing full well, I'll only come back to them if I really have nothing to write about or stay un-busy):

• How I am frighteningly similar to Lumpy Space Princess and how so many people in my life are like cartoon characters.
• How 80% of the time I think writing a blog is totally silly in the first place in much the same way that I think writing a diary is silly (they are both things that I want to be able to do and keep trying to do and then I call them silly when I manage to do neither consistently.)
• Weddings!! (exclamation points here denote equal parts excitement and terror. Note: I am not getting married, nor will I be in the forseeable future. All potential wedding related blog posts will be about upcoming weddings to which I have been invited. The danger and likelihood of  such posts going back to nil once September has passed.)

That should be quite enough to be getting on with. Oh, but, since I am so behind the times, I feel like I also have to mention something about (the Olympics, Batman, New Singles from The Killers and Mumford and Sons, Republican Running Mates, The Hobbit being three movies instead of two, and that new J.K. Rowling book.) Man, crazy business, right?

XOX

Currently Reading: Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon & Alex and the Ironic Gentleman by Adrienne Kress

P.S. This post had nothing to do with Princess Bride. Sorry, that's my favorite quote from the film, and I have no other reason for posting it.

Prepping for North Carolina

Remember how this was a blog about travelling? Well, starting tomorrow, it is again!

I'm leaving tomorrow morning to go to North Carolina with my boyfriend and his family. Where in North Carolina? Apparently, I can't be bothered to find out. I also can't be bothered to pack. And what do I do when I can't be bothered to pack? Blog about it.

Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to not be bothered anymore. See, I put it off for so long, that now I really need to pack, so that I can sleep, so that I can be in the car by 7 AM to be at the bf's family's house by 7:30 AM. We have a 5 or 6 hour drive ahead of us tomorrow, which is long. It isn't long enough to get us to South of the Border though, which is somehow both a shame and a relief. Whenever I think of driving south down the coast I always end up thinking of South of the Border. People who live on the west coast have no idea what they're missing:

This is the least offensive SotB image I could find. 

I am really excited for this trip though. I love my boyfriend's family. Last summer we took a trip to Florida that was rad. We stopped in Savannah and Charleston also, and I took bushels of pictures. This is one of my favorites:

Because I'm not above sticking my camera through fences and taking pictures of people's backyards. Their verandas! I swear to the Lord. So gorgeous. Looking back through those pictures, I have a ton of ones that could be captioned "someone's backyard." I can't help it. I lived in Georgia for four of my formative years. Give me some big porches and palmetto trees and I'm a happy girl. We'll see what I can come up with on my way to the beach tomorrow. Time to go pack... and shoo my boyfriend away from the car snacks.

XOX

Emilia