I am not very funny at 7am

I am currently at my favorite place in the whole wide world. This week will entail sleeping, reading, walking outside and laying on a towel to read and sleep some more, and eating. And playing with a really freaking cute baby. Who likes me. I'm hoping that all the cute baby time will make Victor crazy and say "baby, let's go make our own!"

But, I married a man, not a hormonal woman.

So that probably won't happen.

We're here with my parents, my brother and his girlfriend, the people who would be my godparents if I had any, their son, his wife, and their 364 day old baby. My blogging will probably be limited but I will try my best to entertain you with stories of my insane family and the orange tan, pink blush, peroxide blond, permed hair types we're sure to encounter.

And, a reference to a dead German composer in the women's bathroom at a barbecue joint we hit on the way here. I have a picture.

Have a good week, y'all.

Pass the Tums

Victor got back from his interview on Saturday. He is really excited about the job and thinks it went well. Hooray!

Oh, and the company said they can't let him know about the job until they find out if they are receiving a contract from the government. On June 1. That is 6 WEEKS PEOPLE. More probably, seeing how they won't call on the actual day they find out about the contract. Victor said they were optimistic they'd get the contract, but there is no way for us to know if they intend to hire him until they find out for sure.

Shoot me now. With a tranquilizer gun.

As I've mentioned before, I'm a wee-bit prone to anxiety. Before my wedding last year I lost eight pounds in two weeks because of all the stress (note: I was also writing the masters thesis I turned in exactly eight days before I got married). It's not just a mental thing either, my stomach decides to reject pretty much anything I offer it when I'm feeling anxious. And I burp. A lot. Internet, I could win contests with these burps. But seeing how I try to at least pretend I'm a refined lady, I'm not really bragging about my burping skills (except to Victor, cause it's sexy) (or not). Right now I'm actually getting anxious about the impending anxiety. I'm meta-anxious, if you will. And I'm not sure how I am going to get through the next several weeks.

Pictures, as promised

View from the top of a slope
Victor and I in our uber-hawt ski gear

Purty, no?

A little late, perhaps, but here are some pictures from our vacation in Tahoe. We had to use a disposable camera so most of them did not turn out too well.

Things I Learned on my Spring Vacation

1. Getting off a ski lift with only one ski is pretty hard. Uh, at least without causing a train wreck. I actually learned this lesson twice, because for some reason getting on one of the lifts with both skis intact was not easy. Both times I tried to half-ski, half-walk off the lift and usually ended up sprawled out on the ground, often alongside a few other people I took out in the process.

2. Victor is a hero. Really. I do not fall very often (ya know, other than the situations mentioned above). The unintended side effect of this seemingly great thing is that I CANNOT GET UP while on skis. On one particularly steep slope (for me) Victor was already near the bottom when I bit it. After trying unsuccessfully to stand up and get my skis on for oh, five minutes, Victor took his skis off and WALKED UP THE MOUNTAIN to help me. Talk about chivalry! I told him I could just stay there as the snow was pretty comfy but he didn't think that was a very good idea.

3. 1 full day of skiing + 2 gin sours (yum!) + 45 minutes down a mountain in a bus = UGH

4. On a related note, bartenders at ski lodges make seriously strong drinks.

5. I like talking to random people in bars. One day (okay okay, pretty much every day) I finished skiing before Victor so I went to the bar while I waited for him. I struck up a conversation with a man sitting beside me. He was probably in his 40s and kept telling me about his multiple girlfriends (one is a scientist like me, one is from Paris, one is from the South, and so forth). I never did the bar scene when I was single, but since this conversation, I have wanted to go to another bar and talk to people. Victor probably would not approve.

6. When in California, I should always specify that my food be not spicy, at all! We went to an Indian restaurant and I said I wanted my lamb tikka masala (YUM YUM!) "mildly spicy". Right...I could barely eat it. I think I offended the waiter because he observed that I seemed to like the water more than my dinner.

7. Tahoe is freakin' gorgeous. I don't have pictures yet because I was stupid and forgot my camera. We did buy a disposable one but I have yet to get the film developed. Stay tuned.