Blogging is so, like 2010, am I right?

I know blogging is like, totally not cool anymore, which means it's the perfect time for me to start blogging again. Such is my life...always on the brink of coolness.

My grandma passed away almost two weeks ago. After she passed, my mom emailed us a bunch of my grandma's journal entries. Though most of them were really short, I loved going through and reading them to get even a small glimpse into her life. It gave me the renewed desire to journal more.

So.... to lure you all back into the avid readers/stalkers you once were of this awesome blog, I've got a great story to share with you. Speaking of brink of coolness...

Our church had a Halloween trunk or treat a few months ago, you know, around Halloween. I happened to be talking to a group of people (Keep in mind, I was excited about this since we had just barely moved here and really don't know very many people. I was thinking, "look at Dave and I, making friends, like we're cool and all that".).

While talking to them, I was sipping some cider, but then decided I no longer wanted it when I realized it had as much sugar in it as a donut, so why the heck would I drink cider when I might as well be eating a donut?! I turned to throw my cider on the grass right as I heard one of the guys with whom we were talking saying how much less sugar the huge marshmallow he was eating had in comparison to other things (yes, we are all healthy like that....now, is it healthier to eat a marshmallow, a donut, or drink cider?), so of course I had to quickly stop my cider throwing and turn to jump in on that conversation.

I quickly turned, said my piece about sugar, and then turned back again to proceed to throw out my cider onto the grass. Only problem was, in the 30 seconds I turned, joined the conversation, and then turned back, someone had started walking right by me. Do you see where this is going? And it was like watching a slow motion train wreck, but I was the train, and I couldn't stop the wreck. My arm was already in motion.

Next thing I know, I see myself throwing my apple cider ALL down the front of some lady's pants. Someone I've never seen before. And it wasn't a little cider. It was a cup full. As in, she was drenched and it was dripping off of her. To make matters worse, I just started laughing uncontrollably. And the lady sat there staring at me. In between bouts of laughter, I kept apologizing profusely. She kept staring at me. Then I pulled myself together enough to tell her I'd run in the bathroom and grab some paper towel. (Yes, she was that wet.) I came out of the church with the paper towel and awkwardly asked her if she'd like me to wipe her down. She didn't.

Seriously, it was awful. And so hilarious. I don't think I stopped laughing for about an hour. Needless to say, I haven't spoken with any of the parties involved (witnesses or victim) since. For some reason, I haven't seen them around since then. So, if you are all wondering how much I've changed over these past few years, rest easy, I'm still here. In all my glory.

Now, let's talk about you...what have you been up to these past few years?