Memorial Day for me is kind of bitter sweet. I love spending time with my family, eating, swimming and just enjoying the day...but I miss home. Nick and I talked about the term "home" the other day. Right now, I'm sitting in my home typing on my computer, but at the same time my parents is home as well. I miss Memorial Day back in CT. I grew up in a town, that wasn't too big or too small. The city I live in now is like the size of Rhode Island and I'm not kidding. I miss the Memorial Day parade. When I was little I use to go down towards Choate (prep school near downtown) and sit on the grass with my sister Dee and our neighbors Tim and Kate, and watch the parade. When I got older I marched in the same parade. There are a lot of great memories associated with Memorial Day. We had a fun time here though.
Anyone notice what Mena is doing in the background?
On Sunday, Nick smoked ribs and his parents and grandparents came over.
Monday we went to Nick's brother's house for some food and swimming in the pool.
Now, there are pictures of me from Monday, but I refuse to put them on here. I've always hated being in a bathing suite, but then seeing a picture of me in one was just horrible. I can't believe I'm going to type this, but I am going to start my goal of weight loss. Putting it out there, makes me feel some what responsible to go through with this.
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