What a wonderful 3-1/2 days. My trip was absolutely just what the doctor ordered. From Wednesday throught Saturday I relaxed, didn't follow a schedule and shopped to my little heart's content. Ahhhh. So nice. Of course, it wouldn't be a trip to the beach if I didn't come back with some sunburn. Yep, right on my back. And shoulders. And Arms. And face. Sigh. The curse of the fair skinned Northeasterner. At least I don't look like I spend my days hiding from the sun anymore. Crazy thing is I actually did apply sunscreen (SPF 30). Guess I'll have to bump it up a notch to 45 from now on. I wish I had some exciting news to put on here about my trip but really, nothing more than me regaining a shred of my sanity happened while I was away. The town I was in is relatively quiet but growing by leaps and bounds. During my run Thursday morning I ventured back into a section of a development called Sea Colony. The place is just massive! The first time we started staying in Bethany was around 15 years ago. The Bethany Beach of 15 years ago is not the Bethany Beach of today. While it isn't as commercialized as Ocean City, the amound of development is just astonishing. Speaking of Ocean City, I travelled there Thursday for some shopping and drove by the old house where we stayed for Senior Week many moons ago. Talk about a flood of memories! I wish I would have remembered my camera, the place still looks the same from the outside as it did when we stayed there.

As I was checking my emails today I found one from my friend Casey. The Women's World Cup will be playing some early round games in Philly on Saturday and Thursday. Since the company he works for sponser's the field, he's got a shot at tickets. We'll probably end up splitting the games since I don't have many vacation days left and it just makes more sense that way. As long as I get to see some good soccer that's all that matters. Hopefully I won't have to worry about hockey practice happening at the same time. That may be the only wrench in the works.

Had an interesting conversation with my father today. He want's info about the C&O Canalway bike trail. The response when I wanted to know why? He wanted to bike it this summer. Really? Really. Now, my father in all of the years I've been alive has not been a big biker (mountain bike, not motorcycle bike). Why he wants to take this trip on is beyond me. I'm just chalking it up to another one of his mid-life crisis quirks and let him do what he wants. The weird thing is my mom seems o.k. with this little excursion. While I would like to think the best of my dad, past experiences immediately make my mind jump to thoughts of him using this trip as a chance to be with that other woman. I don't know. I'm trying not to think about it. It's his life right? Not much I can do about it.

According to Bob WE have a lot to do for our 10 year reunion. In my absence he has gone nuts with the planning for this thing and is dragging me along for the ride. I keep asking him who this "we" person is. Apparently "we" is him and I. When the two of us became a we is beyond me. As far as I know we are only "we" for the purposes of the reunion planning. Sigh. So one more thing was added to my already full plate. Like I could really say no to him anyway. Please.

Saying no is just something I have a hard time doing.