Getting Away for the Weekend..Ish

I thank my God every time I remember you. - Philippians 1:3

I had to get out of Midland. Watching paint dry is about the equivalent to as much fun as I was having at home. Don't get me wrong, the children I nanny for keep me on my toes and are the most precious littluns on the planet. But a conversation with a 2 and a half year old can only stimulate your intellect for so long. My parents being the awesome people they are had no qualms with my weekend getaway and happily filled Francine (my car. she's a 4runner in case you were wondering) up and sent me eastbound on I-20. After only a mere five hours, I was in my Neverland of Waco.

I almost forgot just how amazingly incredible my friends are. Maybe the combination of heat, boredom, and distance was enough to send my mind into a friendship coma. Immediately when I arrived into the Co, I made a quick stop to Shorty's Pizza and headed on over to the newly taken over Pentagon. Let's just say shenanigans ensued that evening. Annnd maybe the next night too. Safe to say my body didn't recover quite like I expected it to. I guess that's what happens when you're in bed by 11 every night since being home. But on the plus side, every feeling of self doubt and loneliness I had been feeling the last couple of weeks vanished just by merely talking to the people who make my life worth living. Being surrounded by so much laughter and mindless gossip was enough to snap me from my coma and bring me back to life.

The weekend ended with a less than 24 hour stay in Dallas with the one and only Monilake. She has the best stories out of anyone I've ever met, young or old. Seriously. She can name any type of vegetation found in the state of Utah. Yep, ask her about it. Anyways, Dallas has been calling my name since birth and our outings in uptown only solidified why D-town is my future homestead. I came back to Midland with a memorable (as always) Waco and Dallas visit, more clothes than when I left, and $16 in my bank account.

Monica.. slash Ke$ha

The trip was spur of the moment. I had been feeling sorry for myself for entirely too long, and that was my only solution to doing something about it. It was necessary and much needed to remind myself just how blessed I truly am in life. Real talk? I'm kinda like being around Eeyore when I get in one of my "moods." And even though Wade and Apes (parents) rock hard, the companionship I receive from my BFABs is incomparable. The weekend vacay I thought I was taking was in reality just me returning to my second home and family. The only regret I have is that I'm not going back for seconds this weekend. And that I didn't make it to Scruffs. Lame.

Most of the BFABs