You Spin Me Right Round Baby Right Round...
I was watching The Wedding Singer tonight. I must have seen that movie forty times now but it's one of my favorites. I love it. Thanks to that movie, I can't hear the song "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?" without breaking up in laughter. (I was also watching for inspiration for our 80's theme party two weeks from now.)
So, I've had to work from home the past two afternoons to get my A/C fixed. (I say "work" but it's incredibly hard to work from home without getting distracted...I'm going to take 3 hours or so of sick time just to set things straight. I'm pretty conscientious about charging my time). Now, friends, I am not mechanically inclined. I did not inherit that gift from my dad. If not for my dad, who was an engineer down in the engine room back in his Navy sailor days, I would be completely clueless. I had two different repairmen, the first who was clearly in a big hurry and said I was low on freon...except my unit kept on dripping. My dad said this meant something was wrong with the condenser or compressor, but the maintenance man didn't entertain my questions. "Don't you feel the difference already?" he asked, trying to shut me up. "No," I replied. But the person today took his time. So far the leak has stopped but we'll see. My dad is convinced my A/C unit will go out soon. Hopefully it will happen when Patrick is here next week (hehe), so he can be at home when the repair guy shows up (I dislike having people in my apartment when I'm not here, and try to avoid it as much as I can).
This weekend was really good. I went to a friend's birthday party on Saturday. The introvert in me is always a little unsure about attending parties where I know only one person...but this ended up being a lot of fun. There were cool people there. We are all swing dance nerds, so there was a lot of conversation about dancing...I even got a dance in, lol. I was exchanging numbers with someone at the end, and this really drunk girl spotted us across the room and said, "WOO! Go ::insert guy's name here::, she's hot!" Haha my face was red. Then on Sunday, I ran for 40 minutes in the heat (like around 3 o'clock...I know, I'm crazy) because I'm trying to get acclimated to it. Then I dashed home, cleaned up, and headed to my aunt's and uncle's, who live about 30 minutes away from me. I had a good time and was happy to see them and my adorable twin cousins (who are going to kindergarten this fall. OMG. I remember waiting in the hospital when they were born. When did time pass by so quickly?) Joshua reminds me a lot of my brother and me when we were little. We were pretty energetic kids...I think Joshua would make a good runner when he gets to be a little older. (Maybe that's why my dad took me running all the time...hmm). My new baby cousin, Eliana, is supposed to be born the day after my birthday. I'm pretty excited to meet her. She'll be my...35th cousin? I think? I lost count.
Yesterday was good. I talked to my project manager and received unsolicited feedback...very good! She said I'm doing a really good job, and that I have natural management skills (me? lol). I was really happy to hear that. Then I went for a good run. It was a partner relay...5 x 1.5 lap sprints. It was tough. My partner is a good runner so I didn't want to be lame and slow. The first two intervals I was doing pretty well, hitting 2.5 minutes. But I got kind of tired by the 3rd lap, so after that I slowed down to 2:45 minute intervals.
My mom told me that she found old family friends on Facebook. My mom was good friends with an Italian woman who had three daughters, Jessica, Laurie, and Jennifer. I have such good memories of hanging out at their house in Virginia when I was little, so I was really happy to find them on Facebook. The girls all speak Italian. Three of my Italian aunts, Zia Lucia, Zia Tonia, and Zia Daniela, are on Facebook. And some of my Italian cousins - Diego, Stefania, Sabrina, Antonio, Rossanna, Antonio, Amanda, Tony, and Noemi-are on Facebook (you know how everyone is named "Nick" in My Big Fat Greek Wedding? In my family, it's like that, except with the name Antonio). So that means I really have to crack down on my Italian, because it's embarrassing when my cousin wants to talk to me, and I can't understand what she's saying because she's using some slang version of "What are you doing?" or whatever. I'm the only one in that whole group who doesn't speak it fluently and I'm ashamed of it. It's not my mom's fault because she certainly tried...it's just my lazy self.
Wow, it's already 11. Time to get ready for sleep.
