Monday, June 30, 2014

Presents from the Navy

My weekend was uneventful.  Went to the River Concert on Friday night, got stared at by a girl who looked eerily like me on the KFC bucket, and got some of the best news of 2014 (we'll get to that).

Saturday, I took Miley and Phil to GEGR to hang out, where they got baths then I came home and helped give Olive and Meri baths, then came inside and started to house hunt and instead took a nap, editing a resume, watched a few episodes of Sherlock, ate dinner, and chatted with Teh BFF while ripping embroidery seams...  all definitely Teh Megan procrastination activities.

Sunday was church then a ladies date with Teh MD Roomies and friends where we went to Red Robin and watched How to Train Your Dragon 2 (which was super cute, of course).  Then we came home and I forced myself to house hunt... beccccauuuuuussseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

...all my NOT jinxing and prayers and pleas and good karma must have pulled through because the Navy gave me a present on Friday night...

So you remember when I thought I was gonna have to sport this tag cause Millington, TN?

Wellllllll, if you picked up the hints last week, the other potential location for my post-Navy life was Charleston, SC.

Teh Megan will be sporting this tag instead!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let me show you the applicable feelings in gif format since I can't properly show you anything other than this photo:

FYI: Seeing all the teeth means I'm REAAALLLLYYY excited

Charleston, SC > Millington, TN any day of the week.  Snow be damned.

Also, thank you Navy for not sending us to purgatory.

Linking up with these ladies:

still being [molly]
Dateless in Dallas

Friday, June 27, 2014

Five on Friday #25


Next week is a short week!  I feel like we should start celebrating early.  Maybe that's because I was on duty this past week, which limited my adult beverage consumption?  No matter what, I'm still excited the weekend is upon us.  I think I'm learning when I say I have nothing going on, I'm actually wrong, so I'm not even going to say that.  I'm gonna go with, YAY WEEKEND!!!

My plans for this weekend include the River Concert, laundry, taking Miley to GEGR for a visit, maybe catching a movie with Teh Roomies on Sunday, and laziness otherwise.  I might throw a run somewhere in there depending on the weather.


Miley is back with us.  It's bittersweet because she's now an official foster dog, rather than a dog-sit-dog.  I wish I could adopt her.  Soooo sooo soooooooooo much, but I can't since I got Meri.  Miley is the queen dog at Casa de Teh Megan and all the dogs know it.  I made my bed special this morning because I know that she'll have unmade the bed and moved the pillows to her liking before I get home.  I don't even mind. 


I rant a lot about NOT being an IT on FB and sometimes it doesn't spill over to Teh Blog.  At my meeting with a "career counselor" (I use that term loosely to describe this individual) on Wednesday, she actually asked me how far into my master's I was to insinuate that I should switch my major to something IT related since "it's more marketable."  ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! 

I appreciated her efforts to look up jobs for me to see if she could find anything different than I did (i.e. not IT related), but when I tell you that I want to work in the following fields: intelligence, communication/media/marketing, and as a last resort security management, and you suggest getting an IT education to be able to get a job at my next destination (still unknown), I want to punch you in the face.  Period.  I just...  No.  Stop talking.  If I wanted to work in the IT field, I would have started getting certificates for that a long time ago.  Just because people can't seem to remember that I'm NOT an IT and I can do IT work doesn't mean I want to do IT work. 

I'm sure the only thing I could hate more than security management would be IT work.  I really struggle with technologically incompetent people.  I get it if you're over the age of 50 and computers weren't really around and it's a bit overwhelming, but if you're under the age of 30, I expect that you, in some manner, have been around some type of computing device for a period of time, even if that device is just a smart phone.  I expect you to know to power cycle the machine before calling to say "my computer doesn't work."  I expect you to check the plugs when it doesn't turn on, not because this is a computer solution, but because if your toaster wasn't heating up, the first thing you'd check is if it was plugged in, it's not IT work, it's common sense. 

Actually scratch all that.  I don't want a job.  I want to be a hermit.  People are stupid and I can't deal with them.  I just need the dogs and my people.  I don't need health insurance.  I can just live out of Yurtle, who needs stuff?  Ok, just kidding, kinda, not really, OMG transitioning is overwhelming.


Sometimes I'm heartless.  Usually when I'm coming out of the throes of PMS, which often coincides with skinny week, which means I'm probably lacking nutrients since I don't really have an appetite.  So instead of saying the "right" thing, I just didn't say anything when Teh Stepmom told me Teh Stepsister was in the hospital.  And here's why. 

One, because I'm heartless, but can we just call it "tough love" instead?  Also because Teh Stepsister defriended me on FB and hasn't spoken to me in... I don't even know how long and I'm still not sure why.  So my concern for her is minimal, which is the tough love aspect of my personality.  If you don't want to be a part of my life, I'm not going to go out of my way to be a part of yours, no matter how we're connected. 

Am I concerned for her?  Yes, but in a minimal way.  She's stationed overseas right now (been there, done that) and she was having issues (been there, done that) and she was admitted to the hospital (ok, I was admitted in the states after dealing with my issues for several years untreated by medical facilities overseas) and then they figured out it was her gallbladder (been there, done that).  I dealt with my gallbladder stuff on my own.  My LPO was the only one to come visit me in the hospital and when she came was when they finally took me into surgery, so she didn't even get to see me, but she did drop off some stuff for me.  Teh Mom offered to come up, but I knew that I was miserable, starved, generally not good company, and she would have had to "make it work" so I turned down the offer. 

It was definitely a struggle for me to deal with being alone for that week, but it was a growing experience.  I realized that I was, in fact, a big girl, and I could deal with things on my own.  Yes, it might suck, but I was totally capable.  That struggle has helped me more than I probably know since it happened.  I don't question if I can or can't do something alone, I just try, and if I can't, then I can't, but if I can, then I'm successful and that's just one more thing I'm able to do on my own.

The other fact is that Teh Stepsister is totally capable of handling this on her own.  She's a big girl.  Yeah, it sucks, but life sucks and then you get through it, and it's not so bad anymore.  Additionally, she doesn't really have a choice since no one but her Army family can be there for her.  That aspect of the military is what it is, and it's harder for some to accept that than others.  I'm sure the feeling of helplessness that Teh Stepmom is feeling is quite frustrating, but I knew that I couldn't do anything so I let it go.



I've been listening to Sirius radio online while at work with a 30 day free trial.  I'm not actually sure what I'm going to do when my trial runs out.  Other than the morning talk show hosts talking, I've been enjoying the music selections that I have available to me.  There's enough channels that when I don't want to hear something, I can switch to something more bearable. 

Mostly, I listen to Pop2K, Y2Kountry, Hits 1, and 90s/2k Pop, and sometimes I toss in some Lithium. 

But the only song (right now) that absolutely requires blaring and a mini dance party?
Come With Me Now by Kongos.

Linking up with these ladies since it's FRRRRRRIIIIIDDDDDDDAAAYYYYY!!!!!!
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It's a good day when...

So my Wednesday posts usually get a bit negative... cause well, they are confessions and a lot of things really irritate the crap out of me.  But then I saw this post that Jordan did and I'm like WOAH, AWESOME!  And then it was a linkup and I was like, but should I really do another linkup?  And then I was like, DUUUUHHHHHH.  So, here we are.

=It's A Good Day Linkup

It's a good day when...

-I get to chat with Mr. Mystery since being deployed means he doesn't have a consistent schedule, even if its just a "hey, I'm still alive" message, that's better than nothin' since it's always good to know the ship didn't sink.

-Teh MD Roomies and I get to giggle about something silly.

-Meri jumps on up the couch and pokes me in the side of the face with her nose and paws at me to play with her.

-Nothing wakes me up before my alarm goes off, or before 0630 on "sleep in" days.

-I don't have to deal with security clearances.

-Facebook properly loads at work the first time.

-I don't have to sit in gate traffic to get on base.

-It's not more than 85°F outside when I'm running.

-I catch one of the dogs with ETS (escaped tongue syndrome)

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Facebook Privacy Settings and Restrictions

Do you know who sees what you post on Facebook?  I don't.  I wish I did, but as hard as I try to limit what people can see on my personal Facebook page, I know there are creepers out there that are able to dig around and find things easier than I can hide things from them.

I clicked on one of those quizzy things the other day on my newsfeed.  It revealed my personality to me by scanning through my FB posts and analyzing what I post and it was wrong, but whatever.  Glad my FB personality isn't my real personality.  Then I was investigating this quiz and I could click on my friend's names and it would show me THEIR personality results from scanning their posts. 

Let me tell you that again.
I could see someone else's results because I was their friend on FB.  The app had permissions to see my friend's pages, despite the fact that it "reassured" me that "only me" could see if it posted "on my behalf."

I felt violated for my friends.  I felt violated because my friends could see my (inaccurate) results.

That was a big problem for me.

Then, this past weekend I went out with some friends and she was posting photos and tagging me in some of them, which I'm normally fine with... except that when I checked, her FB was open to the entire world.  Nope, don't want.  I then spent the subsequent moments untagging myself, so I'm glad there was that option, but still, what happened to privacy?

I understand the concept behind social media is to share ALL THE THINGS!  I get it.  That doesn't mean I like it.  There is no social media platform that is inherently better or worse than another.  Sure, you might have a favorite one to hate, but there are issues with Google+, Facebook, Myspace, Linked In, Twitter, Pinterest, blah blah blah.

Despite my "no shame" life policy and the fact that I have a blog, it doesn't mean I want ALL THE PEOPLE! to know every intricate detail about myself.  There are some things that just aren't for public consumption.  For instance, I don't tell you about "being a girl" or having sex or most of my bodily functions.  And sometimes, I don't even tell you what I did that weekend..  /gasp!  Sometimes, I just like to not have everyone knowing my business.

Anyways, the point of all that is to share a few things about FB privacy (as that's my primary social media outlet) that you hopefully know about, but if you don't then you'll be educated in all the ways of "secrecy" or as much "secrecy" as one can obtain with social media.

This isn't a guide to make your name disappear from the internet (I've tried, it seems to be impossible) or to make you not-findable via Facebook.  If someone is super determined, they will be able to find you on Facebook.  I totally believe in the 6 degrees of separation.  I'm sure that I know someone that knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who I know.  It just a really small world.  But maybe this will stop those creepers from friend requesting you at 3am?

Here are my suggestions for locking down your Facebook profile/information.  Please note that Facebook's default setting for everything is "Public."

There is a way to customize your audience for your postings, you just click on custom and select who you do/don't want to see things  Changing that in box below will make it apply to your ALL THE THINGS you post.  I also show how to change a single status below.

Click through the numbers to get to this menu to be able to change who can see things you post in the future.  You will still have to go back and change all the old posts if they were set to public and you want to limit them (there is an easy way to do this).

So you changed your future posts, but you want to change your old posts to limit their visibility.
Click on the lock button at the top right and click "See more settings" at the bottom of the menu.
Click Privacy on the left, if it isn't selected.
I've shown where you can limit all your past posts, but review the other settings as well, you might see something you'd like to change.
I'm a huge fan of limiting friend requests to friends of friends so that way some random stranger can't just look me up.  I also don't allow my timeline to be linked to search engines.  Kthxno.

While you are still in the settings, click the "Security" link on the top left.  You have a plethora of options to choose from about login security, you can set up "trusted contacts" to help you get into your acct if you get locked out (bahahah, yeah right), you can also see which browsers you use and where you're signed in from.
"Where You're Logged In" is a good feature to see where you are signed into Facebook at.  If you see a location you don't recognize or that you know isn't you, your account has probably been compromised and you should change your password.  I suggest ending all the activity other than your current session every month or so, especially if you're like me and never logout, ever.  This cuts down on the opportunity for your friends to hack into your account if you've signed into your account on their computer/phone or for your account to be compromised if you use public computers.

Review your timeline settings to limit who can post on your timeline, to see what people can see on your timeline, and turn on/off notifications if/when you are tagged on Facebook.

Don't want your mom to see that selfie you took when you went out with your friends to the bar when you were wearing that dress she wouldn't approve of?  NBD, just select custom (highlighted) and select who you do/don't want to see that individual status update.  

So that is my quick Facebook Privacy lesson.  I'm sure that in the near future, Facebook will revamp their entire design or update their legal page regarding privacy settings to where everything has to be set to public, so this guide will be for naught.  But I made the effort!!

Now please, go lock down your FB pages so you're not stalkable!!!

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Humpday Confessions #10

1/2 way!
I resign myself to the new button.  I'll miss Ryan though.

Vodka and Soda


-I don't understand the fascination with Fancy by Iggy Azalea.  I also want to hate this song, but can't, but I don't like the song, nonetheless.  Maybe we'll call it mild toleration.

-I spent all day at home yesterday.  It was FABULOUS.  Our HVAC was replaced and it took them most of the day, which meant no workie for Teh Megan!  I kinda got to sleep in (if you exclude that 2-3am session where I was cleaning the carpet thanks to some very runny, very smelly presents Meri decided she would spread the entire length of my bedroom) and then I was lazy all day.  I did put on a bra, so there's that achievement.  I didn't work out or take the dogs to the dog park as I had intended, but sometimes I need a Megan day, today was that day.

-I have to teach my friends about FB privacy settings.  I like most of my life not being out there for everyone, despite what I put on Teh Blog.  Maybe that should be my next how-to blog.. How to lock down your FB, because when you tag me and your stuff is open to public, I want to cry a little bit.  Additionally, seeing that little world beside my cover photo on FB just makes me shiver.  I wish I could change it to friends only, but your active cover photo can't be locked down.  I hate FB, have I mentioned that lately?

-I think I might be a runner.  I don't know who I am anymore.  My soul hurts a little.

-I'm a bit upset I might not be able to use my Massanutten trip thingy.  It has to be used by Aug 16th and I don't really have anyone to go with me since it has to be during the week.  I'm thinking Sunday-Tuesday, but most people have a thing called work that kinda interferes with this plan of getting to use my pass.  Le sigh.  I'd give it to someone to use, but I have to be there.  Ugggh, #firstworldproblems.  Anyone wanna go to Massanutten and play Cards Against Humanity and play at the water park for a few days?

-People who clip their fingernails at work are disgusting.  I don't even care how clean you are.  No. 

-I'd like to kill the asshole who thought that putting a long tag in the middle of the back of my underwear was a good idea.  No, it's not a cute tag.  It tickles my butt crack and I don't like it and I then have to cut it off, risking cutting the seam because I'm an incompetent idiot, similar to you Mr (of course a Mr, only a Mr would design something so stupid) Underwear Designer with your stupid long, butt crack tickling tag.  UGH!

-I was watching some stupid promo thing at the dermatologist office on Monday afternoon and this woman was on the TV talking about her skin looking gorgeous because of whatever treatment she'd paid a bajillion dollars for and she was happy she had done it because her wedding was coming up and "I wanted to start my life off right."  If you are just "starting your life" when you get married, you're doing it wrong.  Period.  This is almost as infuriating as when the bride (or the groom if/when that happens) says, "But it's my wedding."  No, no it's not MY anything, it's OUR everything.  ARRRGGHH!!!

-I would like to kill the asshole who decides to use the right turn lane at a red light to turn left (when there are the left lane only turns left and the right lane is for left or right turns, but right turns can only go out the right side), which blocks people turning right because they are waiting on the light to change so they can turn left.

-Sometimes when I'm driving across base I have to stop for planes taxiing and I think it's awesome.  I hate jet noise, but I think planes taxiing across the street are awesome.  It's probably because I don't have to frequently stop for them.  Yeah, stopping regularly would annoy the shit out of me.

-I absolutely hate country music videos where the song is broken up by "acting."  Just sing my damn song.  I don't need your back story.  Lookin' at you, Luke Bryan and your stupid random fangirl who won't tell you where she's from problem.

-We got a new HVAC unit and I was super pumped to see that the outside unit was bigger than the previous unit.  We're hoping that since it's bigger it will have more power and it will be able to aptly cool the upstairs.  On the other hand, the amount of flies that came in my house because of the door being opened and closed all day makes me want to shake a baby.

-While the guys were replacing the HVAC unit we had a jam/dance session and I deleted duplicates from iTunes.  Why is there not a program or something that (ACTUALLY) deletes duplicates or detects if you already have a song based on the artist and title??  I just... uuuggghhhh technology is so hard.  I've deleted over 30gb of music in duplicates alone.  I have Media Monkey that Teh Bear had installed on my computer, but the macros I downloaded for it to detect duplicates wasn't very effective.  Additionally, I don't see the point of having the same song just because it's on different albums.  Although, now that I think about how I have to sync my iPod now, I'm going to kick myself in the ass for not caring.

-I will never listen to 85% of my iTunes.  I just got all Teh Bear's music on the regular and he listened to a lot of indie crap that I just never got into.  The worst part is that I refuse to delete the crap I don't listen to because then what if I don't have something someone else wants to listen to?  UGH.

-Also, the next gif is completely accurate about my life right now.  Is it end of July/August yet?

Monday, June 23, 2014

Weekend Wrap Up [6/22]


Friday was my first official "get out of the Navy" VA (Veteran's Affairs, the organization that handles all the "former military" education, medical, and etc stuffs) appointment.  I've only had one appointment with the SoMD rep before and my 1500 appointment didn't happen until 1630, so I knew going into this that there'd probably be a wait.  Additionally, everything about the VA is historically slow, so I wasn't expecting anything any different for my VA sessions. 

My appointment Friday morning was at 10.  I knew there wasn't really much we could do yet, since I don't have my medical records, but I wanted to get the ball rolling.  At 1030, he says he'll be with me in a few minutes.  At 1100, he apologized for it taking so long.  At 1130, he popped out and told me lunch was on him.  At 1200, I was whining on FB about my appointment time being 2 hours ago.  At 1205, he walked out of his office with 2 folks who he'd been working with and called me in.  I knew the FB whine would be effective.  Fortunately for my VA rep (who, btw, is actually an incredibly awesome one-man show in this area with all the customers he services (hehe)), I had Nook in my gym bag, and I was able to read while I was waiting.  I considered going to grab my lunch from the car as well, but I wasn't overly hungry, so I didn't.  It worked out in my favor, because he was actually serious about getting lunch.  We had our meeting at one of the mexican places off base, he filled out my paperwork and asked me all the questions.  When we got back, all I needed to do was sign and come back with my medical record. 

I know that normally in that situation, I'd have been irritated and short and probably hangry and generally not nice, but for some reason (let's blame it on the smut I was reading, mmkay?) I was ok, I wasn't at my normal level of irritation (which was surprising to everyone involved).  I was glad I was in the good mood (even though I missed my workout time and then was unable to workout later since I had eaten so late), because the VA rep is an awesome person.  He's super friendly and we had a great meeting and awesome conversations.  He's also one of those people I want on my side, cause ya know.. VA crap blows.

I went home after my meeting and took a nap since there were afternoon activities planned.  Teh MD Roomies were going to a Blue Crabs (minor league baseball) game and several people that had been invited we unable to attend, so I told them I could be their substitute friend rather than go to the River Concert by myself.  It was fun, even though our team lost, AND there were fireworks.  I mean, what else do you need in life? 


Saturday morning I woke up and looked at my phone and noticed my weather app said 69°F.  I immediately felt obligated to go run.  I didn't want to, OMG how much I didn't want to, but I did, because after running for 2 days last week in the 90°F+ temps, NOT running when it was under 75° was just sacrilegious.  I still laid in bed for 20 extra minutes debating not going and then I sucked it up and put on my big girl panties running bra (and some other clothes too).  Gentle Readers, I ran 7.5 miles.  And I mean I RAN the ENTIRE 7.5 miles.  I didn't stop running.  And it was a rough start.  The first mile I just wanted to turn around and run back to Yurtle and go back to my bed.  And then I was in the 2nd and 3rd miles and then I was halfway there and then it became a challenge to do all the side streets in the neighborhood I was running at, since I had originally just planned to do 6 miles.  SEVEN POINT FIVE MILES.  And it felt good and I'm not a runner people.  I'm NOT.  I don't like it.. but at some point, I became a runner and I don't even know who I am anymore.  I pushed out the last 1/2 mile because I was making us late for Girl Date Day (GDD), but I was running and I probably could have kept going because I was on that runner's high (which is equally obnoxious and awesome), fortunately for everyone involved, Yurtle was parked at a dead end, so I couldn't keep going.  I was worried the entire time that Mr. Mystery was going to message me and I was going to stop to talk to him, but he had impeccable timing and messaged me on our way to GDD, which was awesome since I wasn't driving.

After arriving home and showering, it was Girl Date Day and Teh MD Roomies, one of their friends, and I went to lunch at Chedder's and to see The Fault in Our Stars (and I know some of you reading this may be TFIOS haters, and I get it, I totally do).  I'm not a public cryer, Gentle Readers, but OMG the TEARS.  I'm glad I came equipped with tissues because I was leaking and there was apparently a lot of dust in the theater cause I had to keep blowing my nose.  I hadn't really cried when reading it because I read it while I was on the elliptical at the gym, again in a public place.  Some parts had made me tear up, but I'm a sympathetic cryer (and vomit-er, if you really wanted to know), so watching it was totally different.  Yes, there were parts of the book that were left out, but overall, I'd say they did a pretty good job, considering how badly Hollywood has slaughtered some books.

Saw this beaut when we were leaving the restaurant.  The tail-lights said YOLO.  I couldn't get a photo, but I definitely can't make this up.

After the movie, we went to Marshall's and I found the most perfectest (yep, it's a word, says me) stand alone floor mirror that was also jewelry box!  WIN!  I've always wanted a stand alone mirror and I've really been needing to upgrade to a jewelry box rather than the little stand that I was using that was completely overwhelmed by all my stuffs.  I also found some running shirts (because 7.5 mile reward, of course) that I liked.  We finally headed home after some wallet damage was done on the adults (wah, but it's so pretty!). 

When I got home, I immediately set up my jewelry mirror (I'm still trying to figure out what to call it), and then headed down to make dinner.  Spaghetti squash, sauteed yellow squash and zucchini, and slow cooked pork in a "stirfry" (with quotations because it was really just a mix it together in a bowl since there wasn't enough room in the pot to add it all together).  After dinner, Teh MD Adult Roomie and I hung out drinking wine and rum and staying up late chatting and playing on the internet.


Sunday morning, I didn't want to get out of bed.  I just wanted to sleeeeeeeep.  I managed to finally roll myself out of bed and make it to church on time, which was unexpected since I was moving at tortise speed.  On my way to church, I called Teh FL Greyhound Neighbors as a wake up call to warn them I'd be at their house around 1045, to head to DC so we could museum it up.  They were not ready at 1045.  We hit the road by 1115.  Our first stop was lunch for me at Union Station and then we hit up the Post Office Museum across the/a street.  Secret about Teh Megan: I once had to have a collection of 100 things in 3rd grade and I chose (prob with Teh Mom's "guidance") stamps.  Since then, I have a thing for awesome stamps.  FYI, the US Post Office currently has Pixar stamps and they are awesome.  You're welcome.

Me and the Zipcode Mascot.  BFFs.
I was secretly hoping he could warm me up since it was freezing in the PO museum.

Stagecoach selfie!
Yes, I definitely got IN the stagecoach (it was allowed, I checked first).
No shame.

We had planned on doing the Newseum, but I wasn't really feeling up to paying, so we went to the Botanical Gardens instead.  The flowers were gorgeous and I didn't bring my DSLR because I don't take photos in museums (because that whole behind the lens life filter problem where I fail at enjoying things because I'm too focused on taking photos) and I was sad I hadn't brought it.  I was that guy with my cell phone taking all these flower photos (yes that is an upcoming post, because ALL THE FLOWERS!!!). 

Those orchids were so big they warranted crazy face.

Why, herro Capital Hill.

Sometimes, I stop and smell the roses!
These were the smelly-goody ones, the other ones smelled like most roses and I don't like that smell (because I used to have this nose spray as a kid that smelled like roses and now I can't stand it).  Forever bitter, but I mean, that totally means my significant other doesn't have to feel obligated to buy my roses (or flowers in general since they just die), but I totally accept potted plants.

To the guy with the tripod and DSLR, get a grip.  You're in a public place, with pretty flowers.  There are definitely going to be people around you taking photos.  I didn't move the flowers, that was the wind, but nice try.  I didn't ask you if I was in your photo because I wanted to ruin your photo, jerk, I was trying to stay OUT of it. 
Ugh, people.

After aggravating my allergies as much as possible seeing all the flowers we decided to grab dinner in DC before heading back to SoMD, since there were more delicious, less limited options in DC.  We went to Ming Chinese, which is the Chinese place I've eaten at the last 3 times I've been in DC, so next time, no Chinese.  Truly.  Teh FL Greyhound Neighbor's hadn't been there and I knew it was delicious, so it was still a win.  After dinner, we headed back to SoMD and after dropping them off, I headed home to start my laundry and promptly pass the eff out.  

I didn't even wake up once all night long.  The run on Sat plus the walking on Sunday did me in.  Walking around the museums had made me realize that I was actually sore (despite rolling on the foam roller).  I did NOT want to get up for work this morning.  Yet, it seems like my invisible will-power has been on high all weekend, so I made it to work today. 

Happy last week of June (yes, really), Gentle Readers!!

Linking up with these ladies:

still being [molly]
Dateless in Dallas