The Last Supper(s)

With Savannah fast approaching, I am choosing my eats wisely. Besides missing people (obvi), one of the biggest bummers about being on the other side of the country is losing some mighty fine foods. So as of today, I have 12 meals (and maybe a little snacking in between) left before Monday. This is no time to be foolish. I have to 1. Plan 2. Attack and 3. Enjoy what little meals I have left.

Truth be told, this has pretty much been going on all summer, but for blogging's sake, I'll just focus on the next few days.

Meals to be had:
(In no specific order)

• Chipotle: Burrito Bowl
• Del Taco: Combo Burrito
• Ho Sum: Salad
• The Cannery: Creme Brûlée and Sushi
• Gulfstream: Salmon
• El Matador: Arroz con Pollo
• Bamboo Bistro: Chicken Curry
• Eat Chow: ...pretty much anything on their breakfast menu...
• Sue's Corn Dogs: Cheese Dog (don't knock it til you try it)
• Sprinkles: Peanut Butter Chip Cupcake (only available on Tuesday and Sunday)
• Caliente: Taquitos
• Bear Flag: Fish Tacos
• Bill's Burger's: Chili Cheese Fries

Meals already had:

• Jack Shrimp: Shrimp Feta Pasta (Hold the Shrimp)
• In-N-Out: In-N-Out
• Memphis: Buttermilk Dollar Pancakes

Don't judge my eating habits. I'm playing for keeps.

:)

This video makes me happy.

But the street performers are stupid.

The Fear

I am growing ever more fascinated when I hear people talk about their lives and say things like "I grew up in (insert town) and then went to college in (insert town) and then I got a job in (insert town) and I've been there ever since!"

First of all, I have to acknowledge that you will be hearing me say something quite similar in a few years (which is probably why I've taken note). But when I hear people state their progression so matter-of-factly, it makes me wonder if my transitions from place to place in life will ever become so effortless? Instead of taking months and months of thought, consideration and anxiety when deciding to make a life change, will I be able to jump to something with no inhibitions and attack it with full force? Will I ever look back on the past as just a simple series of experiences or will those places like my hometown, mean more to me? I wonder if there was more to their decision than what their simple answer implied.

When Kaitlin was really sick, I remember talking to her about how much she hated when people would casually ask her how she was doing. Being the best and most gracious conversationalist I know, she'd respond with a polite, "I'm doing OK. Thank you for asking! How are you doing?" We talked about how from that point on, it'd be much more honest and genuine if she replied with, "Actually, my stomach feels like someone has pelted it with a nail gun a few dozen times, I feel like the room is closing in on me and standing up and talking to you right now is everything I can do to not vomit all over you. Thank you for asking! How are you doing?" Of course, she never did because that would be completely uncomfortable, BUT my point is that I wish it didn't have to be so uncomfortable. I wish instead of a stock answer about the progression of your life someone would go over the tears and homesickness of moving, but also the joy of exploring somewhere new on your own with confidence in your ability to adjust and grow and progress.

So, lookout, people. The next time you ask me how I'm doing, let's just hope I'm not in a talkative mood.

Ok, so, I'm back now. I promise.

This morning I officially finished watching all 5 seasons of Friday Night Lights.
I am in mourning.
I can't re-hash all the details that made this show so amazing in case any of you want to follow in my footsteps and devote a solid week and a half of your lives to a couch and watch it, but let's just say, I am so happy/depressed with the way it ended.
And, of course, the ending of such an amazing show couldn't have come at a better (or maybe worse...) time with the fact that I am leaving for Savannah in 6 days.
And I feel like all I've been doing for the past two weeks is saying goodbye to people.
And I have to start packing.
And I have to clean my room.
And I have so much to do.


Maybe I should just start season 1 again.

If you're wondering why I've been MIA for the past few days...

blame Casey Page.

She has gotten me hooked on a little show called Friday Night Lights and I have been eating, breathing and sleeping the Dillon Panthers.

It's actually become quite frightening. Now that I'm done with work for the summer and I find myself with 2 weeks left in good ol' So Cal, I have absolutely no problem with spending my free time with Riggins, Coach Taylor and (my personal favorite) Saracen.

So, that's where I've been.

LOVE

I literally cannot stop looking at this picture. If this is what's on the menu in regards to fall color, sign. me. up.

Hope you're all having a loverly weekend. My fam and I are officially ditching the hotels and airports and enjoying a three day "Staycation" here in the good ol 92663.

There you have it.

Guys, did you notice some changes on this here blog lately? Like the title? Or like the new hilaaaariously accurate description? Did you perhaps wonder what prompted those changes? Did you toss and turn in bed until the morning light wondering why? Wondering if Non Resplendent Island disappear into the sea along with Atlantis and the Loch Ness Monster? Wondering if it will ever come back again? Well, worry no more because all of your questions are about to be answered and all of your anxiety put to rest.

The lovies and I put together this little video after dinner the other night to explain your new life. Your new, post- Non Resplendent Island life. Please enjoy.

VIVA MONDAY!