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So I saw Julie and Julia tonight, I must say that I recommend it highly. Even my movie-phobic sweetheart was into it, a very rare occurrence. The story was well developed and the actors were all in great, Meryl Streep was really amazing as Julia Child and Amy Adams did a good job keeping up with Meryl's talent.
Really I was reflecting upon this because half of the movie is about Julie blogging about cooking and she gets all excited the first time that she gets a comment which is followed by the realization that if 53 people comment it is likely that a lot more are reading the blog.
I am not dreaming that 53 people read my blog, but I did get some comments that are from someone that I don't know, a Jhon. Who knows, this person may be reading this post right now.
The thing is that the thought that someone else would care enough to read something that I say on the internet is a little amazing to me. I mean really, who am I? I thought that my friends would read it (though there are probably far fewer that do than I would hope) and that my family might care but certainly no one else.
Really I do this for me, to give voice to thoughts, to feel important by posting my pictures, to celebrate victories, to be bigger than I really am.
And yet here I sit tonight whether anyone reads this or not, I am just me, no more important, no bigger. But happy none the less, that someone does read what I have to say, and hopeful that they still will, especially those friends and my family who matter to me most.

Graveyard Shifts

It is on nights like this that I realized that working graveyards is a serious bummer. Most of the time it really isn't that bad (except for the part where I leave for work about 30 minutes after my husband gets home from his job). But then there are those nights that for no good reason at all my body says, "Well, I am often up at this hour, lets do it tonight." On those nights I lay in bed thinking, "Maybe if I don't open my eyes I will just go back to sleep." Soon it becomes painfully obvious that I am not going back to sleep and if I toss anymore I will not be the only one laying there awake. I then get up and try to come up with something semi-productive to do.
This can be challenging because of the quiet factor. I don't want to watch TV too loud (and I don't know if you have ever tried to find something worth watching at 3 am, the selection is meager at best), I don't want to bang dishes or run my loud dish washer, you can't vacuum, I don't want to start the washer or dryer (not to mention the hamper is in my bedroom with my lucky sleeping husband). Tonight that leaves the internet.
Sadly as I attempt to pass the hours before dawn (or better yet until I become tired again) I realize, I don't know how to aimlessly surf the net.
Oh well, perhaps the boredom will get me closer to returning to my bed.

Family Vacation

We just got back from California. We spent some time at my parent's timeshare in Ventura California. We hung out on the beach and playing in pools and made a trip down to Disneyland. Most of the time was spent together but we went our own ways too. Greg and I drove down to San Diego so that he could play disc golf at his favorite course and then ate dinner at the best restaurant, Indigo Grill. If you are going to San Diego I highly recommend it. We had a really good time.
I was a little worried because it was our first vacation with all of the new brothers-in-law. It is a little bit of a change in dynamic but it worked out just fine, no fights and everyone still likes each other. I believe that this is the very definition of a success. :)