I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

Hey there. Long time no see. I'm sure the handful of my faithful readers have long abandoned ship. I know I would have. I'm not going to claim I've been busy, because I haven't. Not in my traditional sense of the excuse at least. I HAVE been spending very little time at home, and even less time at home in a state conducive to blogging. 

I've been up to all sorts of shenanigans the likes of which I do my very best to keep off these pages. I've been telling people that I'm just now hitting my teenage rebellion period. So there. That's about it.

Two big things have happened that I feel are worth mentioning, and certainly worth blogging about with pictures when I get the chance. First (chronologically, not in order of importance), Catherine (of Alaska living fame--remember her?), her husband (newly returned from Afghanistan, name withheld because we haven't talked about his feelings about being written about) and their darling 14-month-old son were gracious enough to stop by and stay with me for a weekend on a whirlwind East Coast roadtrip. It was so great to see them again (and meet the wee one!), and a good time was had by all. And, most importantly, my non-babyproofed apartment did not manage to maim, injure, eat or otherwise destroy the fair bairn, so the visit was officially a success (and there were bikes, which will be written about).

Then, on April 21st (a particularly auspicious date as it's the first day of the venerable Taurus sign of the Zodiac), my sister had a baby, a very tiny and very sleepy little girl named Makayla (pronounced Michaela). I went up to visit last weekend and have many sweet pictures to share, which I will do when it's not 2am and I'm newly returned from the Rugby Ball at the French Embassy, having had a wonderful time with my....whatever he was (date? friend? person I went with?). All (err, ok most) signs point to "date". 

Either way it was great. He won a prize in the raffle (a signed Donovan McNabb Redskins jersey, impressive because that trade only just happened), the food was great, I got to dance to Lady Gaga, and rugby people are, on the whole, extremely amusing to be around. Will consider writing more about the ball later (it involves organized crowd surfing and some fine young lads from the Royal Air Force, just a heads up).

That's all for now. Apologies for the absence. You do understand the drive to keep the more sensitive personal life stuff off of here right?  :)