I’ve not blogged for a number of reasons, and won’t be doing much more than posting pictures for a while.  But, hey - at least I’ll be posting again.  =)

I wanted to post about our vacation, so I’ll write a few lines and then get with the picture posting.

It’s been a rough couple of months.  Fast-paced, full of big, personal decisions and stressors.  Things have been building for a long time - no breaks from the everyday worries can build, and when you start dealing with bigger things, stress and exhaustion can overwhelm you.  It was perfect timing for a vacation.

We went to Myrtle Beach, as we have done every summer for the past few years.  This is always a wonderful trip - not only do we get to be right on the beach for a week, we also get to reunite with good friends and with my family.  Bill and Georgiana are two of the most generous and loving people we know - they open their home to 6 noisy and messy invaders every summer.  Now that Melissa’s overseas and we’re out here in Indiana, my immediate family is rarely completely together.  This is one of the few times a year that all (or most) of us can be found in one location, and it’s a much-needed reconnection.

For the first time in years, I completely relaxed.

David will laugh - being with my family can be anything BUT restful because we’re a lively, merry, and flat-out loud bunch.  But there’s always been a strong current of satisfaction with one another, of joy, that flows through every interaction we have.  Even the spatting.  =)  And then there was the calming influence and peaceful energy of good friends - Bill and Georgiana - to round out the atmosphere.

I didn’t work at all - on every other “vacation” I’ve taken in the past 3 years, I’ve had to bring work as a condition for getting the time off.  Now that I’m in a new environment, I was able to actually disengage from the work for a week.

I left behind the weight of recent weeks.  Heaviness, even while mostly balanced by peace (a true gift of God), has been my constant companion for two months now.  While I was gone, I just… rested.  And I was able to talk to my family about some of the things that have been weighing on me - having that support is already making a difference.

I came back to my life rested, more optimistic, and ready to face facts and challenges.  But in this world, there’s always sadness waiting to temper joy.  Friends are losing their jobs while I’m thanking God for my own.  People who work very hard and manage money carefully can’t make ends meet, and can’t get help from the state or the government - while people who wallow in their own laziness and selfishness make choices that harm their own families - and get paid to do it.

It’s hard to maintain cheer and optimism when so many are battered so roughly by life… I am grateful to have a well to draw from when I’ve reached the end of my strength.  How can people survive without a faith in something beyond circumstance and surroundings?

Day 3: IKEA, Kristen’s Baby Party

Busy day. We went to Baltimore, met up with friends from Hawai’i, who now also live stateside, and make my first trip to the wonderland that is IKEA. Those guys are SMART. They make it really easy to spend lots of money. Babysitters, in-store cafeteria, pencils and pads of paper… It’s amazing. I found myself getting seriously sucked into the gotta-have-it American materialist mentality.

We’re going back tomorrow to maybe get some furniture. =)

Then, we went to a party Kristen’s parents threw for her and her hubby and their new baby. They’re in from TX, and all of the family friends and old friends were invited. (Kris and I were friends in high school and after.) I got to do a little catching up with her and her brother (my only “little brother”), and with an old friend from high school (Sara!), as well as with other friends of mine (actually, my friends’ parents, whom I now consider friends). A good time until I started dying from cat exposure.

So, home we went. And I coughed up a lung.

That night, Grandpa (who had been refusing to go to the hospital) expressed a need to see a doctor. So Mom and Dad took him. He was admitted with low blood pressure and renal failure. They hooked him up to lots of antibiotics for a respiratory infection, and he started getting better right away.

Day 4: Melissa’s Birthday Party

I coughed all night. David even considered moving out to the couch, it was so bad.

Grandpa’s situation improved.

David and Leah made Melissa’s cake, and we had the afore-blogged party.

Day 5: We didn’t go to the beach.

Between me being sick and my Grandpa spending a couple of days in the ICU (thanks, all you well-wishers), we decided not to go to the beach.

So, we stayed home and played games instead.

Day 6: I have bronchitis.

Seriously, that was the big news of the day. I stayed home coughing and coughing, then went to an urgent care clinic and got my Dx. Then I went to a drugstore and got my drugs.

They moved Grandpa to a regular hospital room from the ICU.

Left just after work on Thursday.  Had a meeting with a… difficult… colleague, then a “touch base” (bizspeak drives me crazy) meeting with my managers.  Then, off to Pennsylvania.

Day 1: Driving.

We drove for 8½ hours.  There’s a whole lotta nothing between Indy and Blue Ridge Summit, where my folks live.

Day 2: Hershey Park.

Dave’s first time at Hershey - Leah and I took him.  It’s been 8(?) years since I’ve been to HP, so there was a lot of new for me, too.  Turns out Dave’s not a fan of the “scream coasters” - kind of a bummer for him.  We avoided riding them during the day to save him the waiting in line, but Leah and I wanted rode a few late, just before the park closed.  Thankfully, the longest line we waited in was only half an hour long, and Dave rode a tame coaster twice while he waited.  =)  My favorite: the StormRunner.  That’s a fun coaster.

Here’s us on the Chocolate World ride (which, since the last time I rode it, has gone from educational and borderline boring to being on multimedia steroids):

Only a few more days until we drive east! I’m pretty darned excited for a change in location, if not an actual vacation. I’ll have to work (the deadline’s so tight that my team leader canceled her vacation), but dangit! I wanna visit family. I wanna go to the beach.

We’ve been reunioning this month.

Weekend #1: Dave’s dad’s dad’s family (Aukermans)
Weekend #2: Dave’s mom’s mom’s family (Schraders) <- this weekend
Weekend #3: Dave’s mom’s dad’s family (Funks) which we’re missing for…
Weekend #3: Dave’s 10-yr high school friends reunion

David has a lot of people to reunite with… =) I enjoy these reunions, though. This is something my fam doesn’t do.

I’ll take some pics this weekend and post ‘em so you can join in the reunion festivities (now that I’ve figured out why my photos weren’t transferring from my camera and fixed the issue).

Here are some random (and I’m not kidding when I say random) photos from the few days it’s been since I blogged. (sorry, no fun stories this time)

David got a few things done around the house. He fixed the trash can. It’s one of those with a pedal, and the pedal hasn’t been lifting the lid. It’s been like this for a month or so, and I was STILL stepping on that pedal. He finally fixed it for me and it works like a dream. Yeah, coat hangers and electrical tape:

He also mowed. It was time:

We’re trying to teach Jake to fetch (consistently). He’s got the idea - we throw, he retrieves - but he gets tired of it after two throws. On the third, he settles down to chew whatever it is we’ve thrown:

We went to Elayne’s second wedding (to the same guy). They were married quickly and rather privately in March because his visa was expiring and he didn’t want to leave her to go back to Colombia. They had their [already planned] and big wedding this past weekend. Elayne and her dad:

On the way home, the clouds were crazy interesting:

And… the ongoing saga of the bathrooms. So, here’s what the paint looked like when we moved in (it’s HORRIBLE):

And here’s David mixing paint just before we painted the room a solid, non-barf-inducing color:

I’ve been having a good time visiting family.  It’s always good to see them, and especially good to see them in teh continental US.  Don’t get me wrong - I LOVED Hawai’i, and would drop everything to go back, but I’ll tell you what.  It’s infinitely easier and more enjoyable to fly an hour instead of 15.

This is the first time I’ve flown to see my family since they’re back from HI.  As I was packing for the trip, I started piling up books and stacks of DVDs to take in my carry-ons.  David watched me for a few minutes, and when I asked him for help fitting everything into a bookbag, he reminded me that I wasn’t going to be flying for 15 hours.  =)  I happily took out the stacks of books and DVDs and wow… it’s great having a feather-light carry-on!

So, anyway, I’ve been here with my family for a week.  When I visit, we typically pack the time full of visits from and to family friends.  Those meetings are always wonderful - I don’t keep in touch with folks as well as I should.  I have all these great intentions, but I never seem to have time to follow through.  The good thing is, these people watched me grow up (as much as any non-family member has ever done, anyway - being a military brat, not too many people get to know me past 2 or 3 years).  They know me well enough to know I love them even though I don’t call or write.  It’s great.

What isn’t great, though, is the thought of running into folks I went to high school with.  I DREAD the experience, and I know it’s just bound to happen.  Each visit to my parents increases the odds that I’ll run into someone I know.  For some reason, small towns have always made me feel trapped - like if I wasn’t careful, I’d get sucked in and never escape.  I watched it happen to people who were older than me, and I couldn’t wait to get out.

I really like who I am now.  I really like my life.  I don’t want to go back.  High school wasn’t the height of my life.  It wasn’t the best thing that ever happened to me.  I’ve moved on.  And I don’t really want to talk to or meet anyone who hasn’t.

That said, there are some old classmates that I REALLY enjoy seeing.  Sarah Camp (I’m so sorry about Joe!).  Sarah Green (thanks for having lunch with me!).  Adam Donius (I’m SO glad you came back to see if it was me - congrats on the baby!).

It’s been a good trip.  =)

… and that’s it. We’re done with the traveling for [hopefully] a long time. =)

This time, the drive didn’t seem that long. It was only 6 hours to WVA, and since we hadn’t driven a long distance in over a week, we were ready for a road trip. Seriously… I felt kinda weird staying home last weekend. It was the first weekend since the beginning of December that we didn’t travel out of the state. I’m starting to feel at home in my car.

I always enjoy going to West Virginia. My folks out there are the neatest people… and I got to see an uncle from Ohio and an aunt from Idaho while I was there. We always have a grand ‘ol time, squeezing as many people into the house as possible (we had 10 people crashing at once, this time). We’ve done the same thing - cramming folks in and spending a whirlwind couple of days together - for as long as I can remember.

These last two trips (one in August, one this weekend) have been different from years past. I hadn’t been back in several years before the August trip, so when I did go, it was an interesting experience. I was seeing all the things and people I’d grown up with through my adult eyes. I noticed things I never saw when I was a kid. My favorite change: I’m starting to get to know my cousin, Robin.

We’ve always been pals - we’re Hestle’s (my dad’s mom) girls. =) That means, among other things, that as the oldest girls in our respective nuclear families, we’ve inherited some interesting traits - a propensity for sass being high on the list. But now that I’m not much of a kid anymore, I’m starting to appreciate Robin. She’s just… NEAT. I like her a lot, and each time I visit lately, I’ve been looking foward to spending time with her. And watching her tease my mother. =)

Anyway, I do believe we’re done with the traveling for a little while.  Maybe things will settle down enough that I can get back into some kind of a routine.  My house really needs a little bit of attention - and we have work to do!  Our next project is the downstairs bathroom.  David’s torn the cabinets out, and we’ve started stripping the awful yellow paint from the beautiful original wood.  Pictures soon.  =)

We’re travelling - visiting family in rural, rural West Virginia.  My sister, Leah, has been visiting us for the past couple of weeks, and we are here both to visit and to drop her off with my parents, who are also visiting.

Today, some dude stopped us in a parking lot as we were going into a store.  He said, “Can I ask you guys a really big favor?”  He wanted us to spot him for some gas.  He said he was on a trip and had just come from the gas station (which was on the other side of the parking lot), and realized then that he’d left his money clip with his credit cards and cash at home.  He said if we’d help him, he’d send a check or Western Union (can I use that as a verb?) the money back to us, etc., etc.

We put $20 of gas into his car for him and told him not to worry about it.  Either he’s an honest guy, and we did a decent thing for another decent human, or he’s a con and we’d never see the payback anyway. Whatever.  Angels unaware and all that.

We had fun, however, inventing stories for the guy - if he wasn’t who he said he was, who is he?  We thought he might be:

• driving a stolen car, but there was no wallet in the glove box like he thought when he stole it
• a dude living with his mom - who grounded him and took away his allowance (he was in his forties)
• on the lam, trying not to leave a paper trail with his credit card
• in the Amazing Race (or something like it), where he had to get to the next destination with no money
• competing with old frat buddies - who can get the farthest from home without paying for anything
• in a fight with his woman, who kicked him out and stole his money

Whoever he was, he’s part of a long string of folks asking us for a few bucks.  Seems like, even in SUPER rural West Virginia, we can’t get away.  =)

A couple of pictures from our family reunion, recently uploaded by Dave’s brother and his wife:

Tara, David, Randy, originally uploaded by rauke1.

Jake and Tara, originally uploaded by rauke1.

I just enjoy the first picture - I love having a big brother!  And the second photo…  Imagine that dog trembling - he was TERRIFIED of the water.  See how taut his muscles are?  He was very, very tense, and leaping about from rock to rock so he wouldn’t have to touch the water.  =)  We had a large audience up on the bank.