Hi Readers of Hillary!
I’m OT from The Art of Over-Thinking. I consider Hillary to be one of my best blogging buddies so I’m thrilled to do a guest post for her while she’s out getting nuptialized and such.
I think I’m sort of the American version of Hillary. We have way too much in common, boarding on Twilight Zone-ish eeriness. One day we will meet in person (but we won’t “SQUEE!” because we’d have to mock ourselves if we did that). We’ll share our sarcastic personalities and become a force to be reckoned with at BlogHer ’09. I’ve given her strict orders to start looking frumpy so I don’t have to be the short, less-attractive one the entire time. And I’m bring my maple leaf hat (courtesy of Hills) because, duh.
Now for a bit of a rant. Because it’s what I do.
The Over-Thinker is pretty much over summer. And Fidgit is in the window.
“And then I decided that summer is a bunch of crap…”
Since leaving school a gajillion years ago, joining the year-round workforce, I've discovered that the idea of summer is no longer:
"Vacation-Relaxation-Time to Read & Write-Time to do some hardcore sleeping-in"
"June-August means nothing except for a rabidly crazy time period in the fiscal year known as some "quarter" so shoot me, shoot me, Ooo look! Sun!!, shoot me."
Each year, as June approaches, I start chasing the perfect summer---do any of you also do this? When May rolls around, I start to make my usual summer goals. These lofty goals usually involve leaving work-stuff at work, spending the weekend visiting with friends and family, going to baseball games, swimming, throwing cocktail parties and cooking buttloads (MMmm) of really good summery food. What ends up happening is usually some polar-opposite version of my goals and I end up all pissed and disgruntled, drinking rotten cooking wine while listening to the double-decibel roar of our air conditioner. AHHHhhhh summer....mine pretty much mimics one of those Country-Time Lemonade commercials. Except without all the happiness, outdoor activities and sunshine and with a higher intake of boxed-wine.
This "chasing-summer" thing is nothing new to me. Each June, I can remember my teenage self plotting a triumphant return to school in the fall because I'd envisioned a summer of working on a dark tan, losing ten pounds, going on an envious vacation and spending my baby-sitting moolah on totally necessary cosmetic purchases recommend by Seventeen magazine. Ya know, I was such a deep teenager. Nothing superficial at all. *gag*
I hate that it's August 2nd and I've sort of blown this summer, too. I suppose I could get a jump-start on plotting the disappointment that will be Summer '09. Have you all had a good summer? Any summeriness to share? Maybe I can just live vicariously through your days of sunshine and Country-Time lemonade :)