July 6, 2012

Lots has happened.Sorry. I think I might be the laziest blogger ever. Every time I think of typing a whole blog post, I just get exhausted and don't. Oh well. Tonight, I have found some motivation and I'm rolling with it. So we went to Washington D.C. and it was probably one of the coolest family vacations I've ever taken. We saw the Holocaust museum and a lot of the monuments. On the way home, we stopped at the Flight 93 Memorial. It was so moving, I couldn't help but cry. Anyways. Flashback to the morning we're leaving for D.C. and Zac calls me on Skype. So he's giving me this goofy grin and I ask him what's going on, why's he smiling like that, and he asks me "Who's in the room?" so I let him know my mother and LaLa are in the room with me and giving him a look like "Please, don't say anything sexual." So finally he says "Fuck it, I'm gonna say it anyways," and promptly apologizes for his language. He starts telling me this story about how he was at his MCMAP class that day and they had to lift forty or fifty pound bags of sand and run to the barracks after this obstacle course and so as he's running with this giant bag of sand, he starts to get really tired and starts "doggin' it" and his Corporal is yelling at him and telling him to get moving when suddenly he had this epiphany about how much he loves me. How he loves my personality, my smile, how beautiful I am, how supportive I've been, but most of all how he knows that I love him just as much and just knowing that makes him love me even more than he already does. And just the way he said all of this, in front of my sister and my mother, I started to blush. He earned brownie points with my mother. And he definitely made my day. I couldn't wipe the shitty grin off of my face the whole air-conditioning-less ride to D.C. :)

After listening to his talk. A survivor of WWII.

Holocaust Museum!

First time on a metro. Hell yeah.

My sister and I on monument day.

We went to the National Geographic place and saw their Titanic exhibit that I was allowed to take pictures in!

A future Jackson in front of the Jackson Memorial.

Me, LaLa, and mom in front of the White House!

Holding the Washington Monument in the palm of my hand.

Resting in the middle of the F.D.R. Memorial.

"Listening" to a fireside chat with an old dude.

Shaking hands with one of my favorite presidents, F.D.R!

Destroyed swastika outside of the Holocaust museum.

Flight 93 Memorial.

This is where they crashed. These people are my heroes. A boulder signifies the impact point way out there in the middle of the field.

So after D.C. there was Melissa's graduation party and LaLa and Xander's graduation party, which were both fun! Thursday, June 28, we had to say goodbye to our sweet Danish girl, though, and it was just a rough day all around. I had to go in to work that night and I was so not in the mood to deal with the customers after having to say goodbye to my sister AND not hear from Zac for a few days. But, after that, the festival began and in the midst of all of this fun, I was playing ball (short stop some of the time!!) and I even slid into home TWICE. Tore my knee up pretty good, though. It's still healing from two weeks ago. Anywho, the festival was great fun (on the day I got to go). That Saturday, I went to the festival in the morning to eat "breakfast" and then I had to go home and change for work that evening. I walked in and the three guys I was working with decided that it'd be cool to just not touch dishes and let me do the two sinks full of dishes. Man when I told Zac about that he was furious. I was furious. I cussed them up and down and ripped them a new one. Then I told them not to speak to me until after I finished my dishes so I could calm myself down. They thought I was a total bitch but I didn't give a shit, the shit they pulled was bullshit. Zac said he thought I should've walked out of there. His dad said I should've left all of the dishes in the corner and only did the dishes from my shift. I just wanted to rip someone's throat out. My manager offered to let me have my dinner for free and I told him I would be paying for my food, thank you very much. I bet any money, though, that that will never happen again. And if it does, you bet your ass I'm out and then they'll have all of those dishes to do AND be short a cashier for the night. Fuck that noise. ANYWAYS.

Moving on! So I got to talk to Zac a few times this week. We talked about when I'll be moving (he now thinks he wants me to move in October again. I'm not getting my hopes set high for that, but we're going to try and see how things go. If it doesn't work out, I move in January) and I showed him a bunch of apartments that I found and, luckily, he likes the ones I found and, even though we love the sound of the house, we're going to probably check out the cheapo apartment I found first that allows pets and isn't too far away. I think it'll be perfect. We'll see what Owens thinks when she comes with us apartment hunting. She's helping me look, too. I also got to see a glimpse of my man's progress in the gym... he is putting the guys from Magic Mike to SHAME. Seriously. He is that kind of cut that he was before he left for boot camp. Like the cut he was when we first started talking and hanging out, only he's gained more muscle. He's really been hitting the gym and I am seeing the results even through the blurry ass screen. My man is even more gorgeous than when he left <3 We also talked about how November will be going down. If I'm moved out there by October, I;m going to buy a plane ticket home for my birthday (the weekend before so I can go to see the Sunday night football game against Baltimore and spend my 21st with my parents, like I know they'll want) and if I'm not, we're going to buy a plane ticket for me to come out for the ball/our three year anniversary. Lots of flying in my future, I see. So at this point, I think that pretty much sums up my life for the past few weeks. Other than work and talk to Zac, I try to see as many people as I can and not turn down any offers to see my friends while I still can. Until next time, Internet-land.