Cat's Meowl

I do believe I've given you ample time for the previous post to marinate (thanks for that one, Caleb). I apologize for my negligence in posts, but my life in Bloomington is much less exciting than the one I lived in Barcelona -- though its hard to believe, because either way you look at it I still spend most of my time in grocery stores or in paralyzing fear of small children.

Okay, lets get back to the brass tacks.

Last Sunday I attended my first bridal shower as a grown-up human girl. Until now, every shower experience I've had has been accompanied by mom and Jules, and usually Countryside United Methodist Church. The lack of all three left me in quite a quandary. So, what did I do? What I do best... I prepped my gift nearly a week ahead of time, as to assure I would be fully prepared for my debut as a single woman (not that you would expect anything less from the girl that made a laminated, color-coordinated class schedule, complete with step-by-step instructions to each classroom).

Okay, what else.

• Caleb and I got addicted to Dexter and watched two whole seasons in a matter of days during our spring break. This was akin to the summer before when we watched four to five episodes of The O.C. per day. I was severely addicted and had a psychological connection to each character. I even dreamt they were my friends.
• Jules baby attended her first prom last weekend. I, of course, was the old maid of honor.
• I will be graduating in a matter of weeks (though I'm actually just walkin' the walk and finishing up classes this summer)(anything I can to put off real life)(a bridal shower on my own is baby steps enough).
• Easterpalooza is fast approaching.

Hopefully this post is enough to hold everyone for another month.

I kid, I kid... maybe.