Working in my Cranky Pants

March sure hasn't been much of a month for blogs.

Even now I'm hard pressed for a particular topic. I've been really cranky lately. Just a little burnt out on work. It's nice to be away for a few hours. I'll most likely dream about phone calls and credits and products... oh my! And that's the worst.

Dreaming of work is just like being at work. Only then you get to wake up and go to work. So really, you've been there all night long and get to be there all day long, too. Hoo-Rah. The day to day grind is starting to wear on my nerves, and I'm positive it's because I got spoiled by my week-long vacation to Spokane and Boise. Why is it always so hard to go back? Especially when I was getting a little tired of travel, and a little tired of not having any place to be as well. Truth be told I was sort of looking forward to being back at work. Since going, however, I've missed all the free time I used to have.

I think part of the reason I haven't blogged much I suspect is because I stare at the computer screen all day and don't want to even look at it when I'm home. At least when I am home and on the computer it's enoyable time, as I reminded myself this evening. Played a little online pool with a friend, chatted over the IM, and checked my email. Once I'm done blogging I'll shut it off and have an early night. I haven't made it home to bed before 11pm in a while. Maybe it's just sleep I need.

So now I'll go and take my cranky pants off, put on my pj's, and settle in with a good book. Ah, to be in bed cozied up and relaxed. Sigh.

Yeah. Bye now.

There's No Place Like Home

I feel like I haven't been home in ages!!! Seems like every weekend I'm out of town here or there... most recently I've been frequenting Salt Lake City, Boise, and Spokane. And now here I am back in Idaho Falls. It's weird. Each place I go I feel like I have a completely different life from every other place.

Idaho Falls is the most routine. Get up, go to work, come home, sleep, start over. The only variance is probably what I do on the weekends, and that doesn't change much either. I try to dine out at least once, and then usually see a movie. Occasionally there will be something more exciting going on and I'll do that... but doesn't happen often.

Salt Lake City is always fun. When I go there I spend most of my time with my best friend. We go out, we stay in - and I love both! Especially the Sunday mornings we spend laying around till noon chatting and laughing. I never have a bad time and it keeps me going back for more.

Spokane is a place spent with Family. It's wonderfully relaxing. What's not is trying to cram in all the things and places I love to go in one trip! And since I don't really have an excuse to go back, won't likely be on my list of visits anytime soon again. Top of the list is visiting the vast array of restaraunts that I love to eat at. There are so many to choose from and it's one of my favorite things to do! And as I typed that it became clear to me why I can't lose the holiday weight I gained...

Boise has been a new place for me, and thus weekend there are spent exploring. So far I'm happy with what I've seen there, and enjoy my trips. I have the greatest tour guide and while I highly recommend him, will keep him to myself for now. I enjoy the food, the shopping, the art galleries... but its the company that will keep me going back. It's a place I greatly look forward to returning.

Still... there's something to be said about being home again. I've got a hot cup of Tang, a kitty in my lap, and all my precious things strewn about the house. Home is where all your stuff is, and certainly where you can take off your socks and leave them without someone getting annoyed with you. Ah, home.

Welcome back Rachel.

Full House

At my parents house in Spokane this week. And so is my sister, her husband and their two kids. And so is my brother and his wife. And my other brother and his wife. And my other brother. And my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and a couple of cousins. Packed in tight this weekend.

What I love about having everyone around is the chaos. Not a moments peace while they're all here. You can try to go into a corner to be by yourself... but someone is in that corner. Every section of the house is occupado. It's a regular fiesta.

It's really nice to see everyone and see what's going on with the family members in the various parts of the country they reside in. The stories around the dinner table are hilarious and endlessly amusing. Long after the food is done we're still at the table swapping stories. And munching on rolls. Endlessly munching on rolls. From the Fred Meyer deli. Not quite as good as Costco rolls, but nearly. And they do tend to keep the conversation going. Although I would appreciate some strawberry jam in this silly place. Raspberry is ok... but would LOVE strawberry.

Not sure when the house will thin out a bit but not overly anxious for it. True I'm used to being alone all day in my silly apartment, but for someone who's as social as I seem to be... it's nice. That and I really love my family! Sorry to be the one to tell you all... but my family is probably the greatest family on the face of the earth. They're amazing and wonderful and I adore them all. And so does everyone they meet. All the people that marry in like our family better than their own... and I don't blame them! With all the dysfunction out there it's nice to have people in the world who get along and genuinely LIKE each other and love each other. Probably the only family in the world left that isn't dysfunctional.

Go us!!!