This horsey needs room to gallup!

Today I was determined to find fun things to do at The Lake. So far, I'm still a little stumped. I did find fun things to do for a few girls nights out.

Fondue anyone? 

And I did find a couple of cool tours that involve kayaks and wine tastings. I'm sure there's probably some clause about these two things being separate.

Some people just don't know how to have a good time!

But other than that, I've found nothing that's an every week/weekend sort of thing. So, now I'm revisiting an idea I had awhile ago: join the local co-ed softball team.

Little known fact about me: I love sports. In fact, there was a phase in my life where all I would watch was Sports Center and Sex and The City. I know. It's practically a split personality. And for anyone who really knows me and is reading this, you probably feel like I just threw you a real curve ball! (No pun intended.)

My days in SB weren't always spent shopping, going to parties and sleeping in. (Well, maybe the sleeping in part.) There were 3 to 4 solid years spent chasing waves with my surfboard, boogie board or anything that could float and let me ride on the crest of curled salt water. Then there were the years spent doing yoga. Although, I can't remember a time when I haven't kept that practice up. And then there were the last couple of years where I was the captain of an adult kickball team. That's right. I said kickball.

When I'm not on the road, I've spent almost every single day at the gym. It's not my first place to go to for fun, but it's been something to do. And now it's taken me 30 days to become completely restless to the point of going out on a field and hoping someone throws a piece of sports equipment at me. There's just something about running around outside and yelling and screaming in an umpire's face that just makes a girl feel alive!

Brace yourselves. My inner sports nut just might emerge once again.

But wait! There's more!

Ever have one of those weeks that's so crazy, so inconceivable that if you were to tell someone about it they would just think you're nuts? That you're off your rocker? You made it all up.

This has been my week.

As I told a friend a couple days ago, everything keeps changing. I wish it would stop, but I know it won't. Change is so unpredictable. So unwieldy. And so it was for that girl who's car spun around and tipped over in front of mine.

On a completely different note, when I'm away I really do miss my friends, but all I could think about this week was how much longer I had to be in SB before I could go home. In my version of the immortalized words of Frank, I left my heart at The Lake.

Sing on, Ol' Blue Eyes!

Aside from feeling like a fish out of water, my time down here has been good. It seems like everywhere I go and everyone I talk to has purpose in the meeting. I still don't know what possessed me to come down here for the week just to hang out when it was only a month ago that I moved away, but I can say without a doubt that this has not been a wasted trip. In fact, had I been looking for signs to tell me that where I'm going and what I'm doing is right I wouldn't have had to look very far. They've been all around me.

Just two more days...