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A Sunday Night Story.

Government shutdown anyone?

No, you say?

Ok, fine. I would much rather have a relatively stress-free weekend, than a stress-filled weekend. Cool, that worked out.

As you can tell, I have not had much blog-worthy happenings lately. But, what really makes something blog-worthy anyway? Honestly, I have no clue. Kinda funny for someone who thinks she's all blog-writey and stuff.

The truth is, I've been a little homesick lately. I think the warmer weather here in Alabama has reminded me how much I love warm weather, gross smelly sunblock stink and all. And then the other day, I had this really weird thought pop into my head...how the heck am I in Alabama right now? It's not very glamorous, or [please don't take offense, you natives]...respected. It's not especially populated or sought out on family vacations. It's really just a place, with some cool people, and a really cool job. And I guess some good football if you're into that kinda thing. It's a place where people compare their guns, dogs, and BBQ instead of their swimming pool, winter lawn, and summer cabins. It's just different here. Not bad, just different....just not really like home.

I guess it might help if I shared with all my wonderful readers the event that sparked all these thoughts. It pretty much blew my mind. The other day when the BF and I walked up the stairs to the SCUBA tank, there were several new faces sitting around the conference table. My eyes instantly noticed someone who looked very, VERY familiar. But my mind just wouldn't let Mr. A be associated with being here, in Alabama. It soon became clear that I knew this guy from Arizona State University, and not just ASU, but my Aerospace Engineering major, and not just my Aerospace Engineering major, but within approximately the same class (one semester behind me). We stared at each other for a few awkward moments, both trying to process how the heck we would see each other here. It was strange, and hilarious, and humbling...he told me he was just hanging out here until some NASA jobs opened up...working at good ol' Space Camp. I almost felt bad telling him that I had a job, flying on helicopters.

It's hard. Part of me is so excited and feels extremely blessed to have this amazing job, in such an engineering-centered community. But part of me misses the busy-ness of Phoenix, the warmth, the massive amounts of old people...just because that is home to me. Oh well, I better get used to talking about my dog, pretending I have a gun, and learning to be a BBQ connoisseur. Huntsville, for the win!

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  1. I have lived in Alabama all my life and I can't stand BBQ. But I do love my dogs! ;-)

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  2. You'll be okay in Alabama, but you'll have to come back to this island in the sun, go to the LAKE, take 3 ski runs on glass, and take a nap in the front of the boat, all while listening to Jimmy Buffet. Go home and eat at Spagetti Factory. Ah, sounds like the perfect day. Love Dad.

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