Keep Your Enemies Close....

Now that Lola has done the obligatory "I haven't written in ages... please forgive me," the raging public that is living for every drop she writes can rest assured that she is writing again. Albeit bitching about the ridiculousness of assholian family members.... Lola prepares for her nuptials in June... Only to discover that her future in-laws, savages at best, have decided that they would rather sit at home and be spiteful than enjoy a lovely lobster dinner at her wedding. Well, Fuck Them. Lola has taken entirely too much of their self absorbed bullshit. And since she's paying for her entire wedding herself, she gets to choose who is allowed to come and who is not. When push comes to shove, the people who are willing to stand up for you are the people who count. The people who shit on you with their own insecurities and neediness do not deserve the privilege of being in your immediate circle of family/friends. Or in the outskirts. Or on the next continent. Surround yourself with people who love, support and cherish you. Those who suppress, hurt and belittle you can suffer in the darkest realms of Hades, left to fester and die. You don't need them. And nor does Lola.

Holy Shit

Ahh, Lola has been BEYOND remiss in actually blogging. She has thought about it many times, but, sadly, ennui has won out on each and every instance. She was, however, delighted to see that people have actuallly READ said blog. And her hear grew three sizes that day... As you few readers have surmised, Lola's musings are really just a commentary on her life in general. And, gladly, her life as of late, has been quite good. Lola has found a man that can handle her. Unfortunately, his family is not up to the task, but that's their problem, not hers. Her knight in shining armour takes the good, the bad, and the occasionally hilarious. Lola only hopes that others find such completeness.

Vacation!

After arriving at Lake Winnipesaukee in the wee hours of Sunday morning, Brian slept a few hours then went fishing. He did very well and caught 4 big fish so we were all able to have some for dinner! We of course went to Moulton Farms for corn and I have since discovered that they now make cider donuts. Which are apparently laced with crack. Yummy! Too bad we couldn't have stayed longer. On the bright side, on the way to VT we stopped at Lost River Gorge, where you can walk down a boardwalk through the gorge and explore the caves an see little waterfalls. It was excellent! I highly recommend it!
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On the Road Again!

Ah yes, as per usual, Lola has wantonly forgotten her blog for an entire year. But seeing as to how she has no dedicated readers, this really is not all that terrible. She really only uses this format, found in the darkest corners of the internet, for her random musings on life in general. But it seems that every year at this time (even if at no other time) as she is preparing for her annual escape into nature to commune with the squirrels and racoons (although not too closely... those assholes have rabies), she feels compelled to start anew and profess great aspirations of updating the blog regularly. She supposes that this, like many other pathetic attempts, will be more hogwash than anything, but the intent is to at least try to update the blog with the latest trip. This year, however, she is not spending her usual week of "annual psychological resetting" at Lake Winnipesaukee, but rather only a day or so at the lake then venturing off to Grande Isle in VT. It would appear that Lola and her paramour B have taking quite a liking to this perpetually green, earthy-crunchy mecca of Cheese. Cheese in all its many splendors: Cow's milk, Chevre, random varieties of bleu and stinky cheeses. And its all absolutely Wonderful!!! VT, Lola may perhaps be your biggest fan. More to come! (hopefully)

Nightmares and Dreamscapes

In the Stygian darkness of last night, incongruously coupled with a full moon, I had a horrible dream that B had died. The particulars of this nightmare were indistinct. Tenuous, like the edges of the flame from a candle. I was rocked from my sleep, tears streaming down my face, the breath ripped from my lungs. An extremely rare circumstance for me, I was incapable of making any type of sound. In the wake of this horrendous dream, I began to come to my senses, and realize my surroundings. B was safe beside me, snoring quite contently. I put my arm around him, waiting for the tears to subside and my breathing to return to normal as if I were afraid that Charon himself would rip B from my grasp. We all have nightmares in this vein: something incomprehensible that we know would have a detrimental effect on our lives. Plain old nightmare? No. It highlighted something in my life that I already knew to be true, and that is I cannot live the same life without B in it. I was well aware of that fact before I drifted off into a nefarious dreamland last night, but perhaps dreams of this ilk serve a different purpose. Not to remind us of what we already know, but to enlighten us to never take for granted those blessings in our lives that have been granted us.

Bipolar Much??

It would appear that Lola is a somewhat maudlin character from time to time. Since her last wayward musings, she has snapped out of her funk and realized that all things happen for a reason, whether we know that reason or not. She has also realized that in the last few months she has been extremely remiss in updating this blog. On the bright side, the picture on the blog is of Lake Winni, where she spends a week each summer, and that week is just around the corner! Woo-hoo!! Lola prepares for another interesting, and usually hilarious week with her peeps at the Lake, her annual "reset" button before tackling young minds at school. Truly important life lessons that Lola has learned in the past from camping at the lake:

1.) The bike must be in neutral to start it, regardless of its behavior in the past
2.) Noodles on for safety
3.) Beer bottles do not float
4.) Nor does a dismembered fishing reel
5.) Yes, you can wear a bridesmaid's dress in the woods. As long as there are flip-flops to go with it
6.) Poker is apparently not as hard as people make it out to be, as long as you take away all the other players' chips :)
7.) You can get moose on any article of clothing. Print, not the actual animal
8.) Yes, bears DO shit in the woods
9.) No, mosquitoes DON'T care if you are bathed in deet
10.) Anything you say in front of a toddler WILL be repeated at an inopportune moment

Youth

Youth is a fickle thing. When we are young, the only thing we want is to be older, and in some cases, "respected." As we age, we realize that all we want is to be younger. The cliche that youth is wasted on the young is more true than most of us would like to admit. Lola has not lived myriad years, but sometimes she feels like she has. As she looks back on her life, she is proud of many of the decisions she has made, and not so proud of more than a few. What do we do with those poor decisions? There is always the option of chalking it up to being young and dumb. There is also the less appealing fact that yes, we knew it was a bad idea, but we did it anyway. And the least fabulous thought is that we made some of those decisions out of anger or spite. Lola unfortunately must admit to all three, but particularly the latter. She made an awfully stupid decision when she was but a young thing, perhaps telling herself that it was the best thing at the time, but knowing that the primary reason she did it was out of spite. And what was she rewarded with? Knowing that, out of being hurt, angry, and (embarrasingly) out of spite, she made the worst decision she could have possibly made. And she will most likely spend the rest of her life regretting it, and asking herself, "But what if...."

It Never Stops

Just when you prepare yourself for one thing, something will completely sideswipe you and knock you off your course. I have yet to decide if this is good, bad, or indifferent. Sometimes being led (or shoved onto) a different path is good; we see and experience new things. Other times it just plain fucks shit up. At the less than ripe old age of 30, I have decided I may be too jaded for my own good. Not only am I not getting nearly as worked up about things as I used to (which, in some regards is wonderful), but I find myself completely nonplussed by most occurrences. I fear that I could blithely sit by and watch some sort of tragic accident, and only be annoyed if something were to spill into my cup of tea. I feel there must be some fine line between caring and complete apathy... I just haven't figured out how to find it.

And So It Begins...

I sit here, on the eve of a potential hurricane, realizing that in a few short days work must yet again commence. Part of me (the OCD part) wants to go back through all the posts from Europe and format them appropriately. I am going to try to stay my hand on that one... a little imperfection does a soul some good. But now I must settle my wanderlust, and get back to business. But oh, how I like my vacation! On the bright side, it looks like I have a few new students... on the downside, Dean just upped my class limit from 27 students to 47... which sort of makes me worry about how many people they have scheduled for me.... God have mercy.

Thick as a Rock

Interesting Bits:
There is a faultline that runs through Scotland. In fact, where Edinburgh currently sits there were 5 ancient volcanoes, long since dead. North of this faultline the bedrock is granite. The buildings in this area are made from granite, mostly in a pink, white or grey color. South of the faultline the bedrock is a red sandstone, and the architecture there reflects the natural material. Its interesting to see the contrast that is nearly a clean dividing line between granite and sandstone buildings.
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