Work thought and ChetFest recap

I spend a lot of time reading other blogs and very little time commenting (I know how rude) so you'd think Id take the time to actually update here more frequently. Myspace may be taking up too much of my time. That and work. But I don't want to talk about that here. I don't actually want to talk about work at all. I hardly ever do when I am outside the walls of work other than with the husband and even then I don't get too detailed in what I do. I think I talk about my dance job more then I do about the job that actually pays the bills and it isn't that I don't like what I do, it is just I don't like to bore people to tears talking about it. I leave it that I'm in IT and I'm a project manager. They don't want to hear about documents that I create and then edit forever or the spreadsheets of data I use to track hundreds of items or the schedules I weekly update. Gosh, I don't even to talk about it anymore now.

So ChetFest was yet again another fun weekend. The Monday events were by far my favorite. After the delicious french toast breakfast we made for everyone who camped over (This year there were about 8 tents setup in the backyard) was finished and digested it was decided to start with a nice game of a whiffle ball. Only this year we had a blow up 8 foot by 3 boot pool that we made home plate that you had to stand it to bat from and then if you ran home you had to dive into the pool. Completely ridiculous and hilarious. That should be the tag line for ChetFest. After the game was over, the tarp was brought out for slip and slide. More ridiculous and hilarity ensued. This year we were smart and took the day after Labor Day of work to just rest and recover before getting back to work. Terrific time. Since then we had a weekend of bachelor/bachelorette parties and this past weekend which had no plans and was delightful with the amount of nothingness we did. This week is Wine Walk and a wedding.

I'm setting a goal to blog at least once a week and also to comment more on other pages. We'll see how this works out. Feel free to guilt me, I usually respond relatively well to guilt at first... Until I start ignoring you.