Boys and girls, I’m not going to lie to you; I am so glad to be back in Santa Barbara, the past week and a half has been a complete blur to me. I’ve seen so many people and been involved in doing absolutely nothing that I can barely remember what has happened in this whirlwind of a week. For the first time in months, I can wake up any time of the morning I want, then sit in my bathrobe which I have nicknamed “Old Faithful” for a couple of hours contemplating on whether to go to the beach to lay in the sun or go play 18 holes of golf on a beautiful lush green course with the mountains on one side and the ocean on the other. You know it is bad when at the end of the day, which is steadily becoming the early morning of the next day for me, you can sit there and say, “Gee, what exactly have I accomplished today?” and you don’t have an answer for yourself. But you do know one thing, you had fun doing just that, nothing!!!!

The only thing that has kind of thrown my “vacation” off is the fact that I am pretty much homeless. It’s kind of like people who are in between jobs but not really unemployed. That’s me right now. I have a place lined up but it’s not ready yet. So in the mean time, one of my future housemates and I are living in my old house along with several other people. It’s so bad that right now I can only let one person ride in my car because the rest of my earthly possessions are crammed into the back of the Stretch-mobile, the name I have affectionately given my 1988 Toyota Corolla which currently has a large enough whole in the muffler that you can hear me coming a mile away.

Anyway, I am the only girl staying in this house with three other males. There is nothing that can make you feel more feminine than living in a house where the guy sitting next to you on your couch will frequently turn to you and ask you to pull his finger. At least I know there is nothing I can do or say that will offend these boys. The other day we got on the topic of boob jobs. Guys don’t really understand the whole concept. They could care less how dangerous and painful it might be to stick a sack of silicon into your chest because, as they admitted, if there was a surgical procedure that would make them more endowed, every man in the world would be waiting in line. My Swedish friend, Andres, did do a very nice thing. He said if I ever changed my mind and did get a boob job he is more than willing to make sure I got my money’s worth. As he would say, “How Swede it is” to have friends like him around!

So other than golfing, sunbathing, playing pick up, beach volleyball, eating bean and cheese burritos for every meal, and hanging around sexy men, I am having a hard time figuring out what to do with all this spare time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!