Where exactly have I been since the big announcement you ask? Incredibly BUSY. I thought Summer 2012 was busy, but in Summer 2013 busy took on an entirely new meaning. This blog is going to have to hold you over until June 20th, because I kid you not, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesdays, I leave my house around 7:50-8:00 AM and do not arrive home until 7:00-7:07 that night. I've started Summer school that meets four days a week, three hours a day from 9:00-12:00 studying about ROCKS and MINERALS and immediately head straight to the market for a full days work. Typing that makes me exhausted, but the good side to those long days? It has made these last two weeks of school fly by, leaving me with only four more week of school. But Sara, thats only Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday; can't you blog the other days? Thursdays are my days off from the market, and even Thursday afternoons are filled with appointments or studying. I also work Friday and Saturday mornings. By the time Sundays roll around, I'm exhausted from the previous week. Did I mention on top of school, I'm averaging about 36-37 hours a week at my home away from home? There are days that I feel like I got hit by a bus.
So what I'm asking of you, to please understand that I can't make blogging my priority right now. But please look forward to reading all the ridiculous stories that are being stored in my noggin to be told come June 20ish.
Greetings Humans! My favorite Aunt
Sara invited me to be her first ever guest blogger on this so-called blog of
hers. While my Aunt Sara won’t know what I am until I arrive in to this world,
she wanted me to be the first to announce that I’ll be making a grand arrival
somewhere around her 25th birthday! We all know how much she
hates change, but from the day she found out I was coming, she hasn’t been able
to stop squealing. You should hear how my soon to be parents told her I’ll be
joining her family in a matter of months.
Being the Rainman she is, she remembers the moment clearly. It was one
of those cold, rainy, just nasty lazy Sundays. My Yanks was so gracious and
invited my mom and dad over to their house for a quick Sunday night dinner that
included pork, green beans, and other delicious side dishes. When my parents
arrived at my second home, Aunt Sara was upstairs in her room studying for a
highly anticipated biology test. She had heard us arrive, and figured she might
as well be social and make an appearance. And then she saw the adorable
gender-neutral striped bag that she would soon never forget. “Who’s that bag for? Me?” Just kidding
she thought. And then my mother replied, “Yea,
actually it is for you…” Aunt Sara never gets anything during the week.
Maybe my parents saw something that just screamed her name. For her, this was
slightly unusual. “You can go ahead and
open it.” Maybe it was yet another Hard Rock Café T-Shirt. But they hadn’t
gone anywhere. Aunt Sara was straight up confused.
in the day, my Yanks had asked Sara if she was going to fix her hair. What did
it matter what my aunt looked like? My mom had seen Sara at her worst, and with
my Dad joining us on family trips; he too had seen what Sara had looked like at
the crack of dawn.
to the opening of this very special Saturday present. The bag seemed to be very
light, but again, cotton t-shirt should be. As Sara began to pull out the
tissue paper from the bag, she noticed that this article of clothing was rather
small, and on this now teeny tiny “t-shirt” Sara saw a red, felt letter “I”
that would begin a sentence that has taken her squealing to a new level. As she
began to unravel the package some more, she continued to read, “Love My Aunt
Sara”. Amidst the complete chaos going on in her already busy brain, out of the
corner of her eye, she saw Yanks capturing this wonderful news with her camera.
So that’s why she had her fix her
hair!?!? I hear the pictures are priceless. Once the package was completely
unwrapped, she already knew what was coming. Sara is finally becoming an
Aunt.My mom and Dad weren’t sure if
Sara had grasped the idea of the onesie. As a matter of fact, Sara’s first
words weren’t Congratulations, or I’m so excited, they were, “Am I being
Punk’d? I’m just waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out and Punk me.” Following
a good five minutes of handshaking and speechless blank stares, it was time to
sit down to enjoy what Sara thought would be just a casual and quick Sunday
cannot describe the excitement that I have for the newest addition to the
family. As the great philosopher Winnie The Pooh once said, “A grand adventure is about to begin.”