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I'm not dead yet!

Thank you, loyal friends who are still checking my blog after I've neglected it almost completely for the last month. I could blame it on the tendinitis, I suppose. (It did really hurt to type for a few weeks.) But that's kind of a cop-out. Mostly, I've been out of town for the last three weekends, and during the week I've spent most of my evenings at the gym working off the bad food I ate on the weekends and at home doing homework.

"What exciting places did she do and what interesting things did she go?" you ask. Well, the second weekend in May, Josh and I made our way to Hillsdale, Michigan, for my brother's graduation. It was great to see college profs and friends, among them Rachel and Aaron Bulgrien, who have a new house and a new baby on the way. The more friends I have who are pregnant, the more stories I hear, and the more content I think I would be to dote on their children instead of having my own. And they're all having good pregnancies with no complications. Scary.

The third weekend in May, we met up with my brother and my Uncle Lynn in Vegas. It was nice to see them, but I still hate Vegas with a passion and it is still my goal to visit the place as infrequently as possible. If you're not into gambling, getting drunk, or buying hookers, there's not much else to do. I guess that's the point.

Last weekend was my church's fabulous women's retreat in Idyllwild. It's a very small town in the mountains with only one place to buy a sweatshirt if you've forgotten yours. And even the sweatshirts only come in children's sizes and/or grandmother styles. I sported a lovely green sweatshirt with an elk printed on the front all weekend. I don't think elk come anywhere near Idyllwild, but it did say Idyllwild on the back, so I could be wrong.

Anyway, I learned a lot about treating everyone around me with respect. More on that later. On the way home, I got a fabulous view of the valley where we live. I'm surprised I haven't died yet after breathing the air here for almost two years.