Very Important Things

This blog is just one on a long list of people/items in the past month that I have had to bring up to date regarding Very Important Things.

Some VIT's, for example:
After lapsing in and out of an electronic version of the "bird flu" which caused my computer to be Very Very Ill Tempered, it now functions like new. Maybe that's because the computer doctor failed to fix it successfully the first three times and by the fourth attempt every part on my laptop had been replaced, including the cause of the flu.

As a recovering cross country runner, I have run only once in about four weeks, actually have skin on the bottoms of my feet again, no longer think of food in terms of how many miles it takes to burn off, no longer have the urge (ok well, I can RESIST the urge) to plummel ahead of passing speed walkers by shoving my elbow in their face. I actually believe there life beyond strapping on my Nike Air Pegasus, hitting the streets, and relishing in the pain of lungs on fire.

Omg, I am actually starting to accept that people in spandex shorts look weird.

Let's see... thanks to a summer job, I now get up at 5:00 most mornings, but am starting to get used to it-- see how adaptable I am!

I'm officially a second year law student.

I am a real, live married woman. Yes, there is life beyond marriage-- except in my case, this outcome was not so certain. Do you enjoy life-threatening thrills such as sky diving? Then I recommend eloping in another state in secret then returning a week later to break the news to your conservative Catholic parents. I am the squasher of a mother's dreams of a three-tiered-cake eating, stuffy relative attending, Holy Father blessing, "Proud Mary" playing while 300 crazy cousins, aunts & grandmas conga-line, wedding.

Side note: have you ever read the Wiki definition of "conga line" ? My favorite excerpt: "It often leads to extremely awkward social situations when everyone else drops off the conga line except for a few awkward stragglers who do not know what is going on." This doesn't happen in my faily of 100+... you never run out of people who are tired of doing the conga. When the joyful signs of a dying conga line start to shine, a pack of fresh rats jump on the conga tail and the fun starts all over again, sigh. Crisis # 1: Averted.