Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Enjoy the day, eat lots of yummy food, open/give fun gifts, relish the time you have with family and friends. And remember why we celebrate.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Please pray for my family right now. One of my uncles died last night after a long battle with many health problems. I really don't know what to say other than that.

Tis the season to be jolly!

I HAVE A JOB!!!

Finally! Well, it hasn't really been that long, I've only been unemployed for a month or so and loking for about two... but still, sitting at home everyday with nothing to do and no one to see gets old fast. But, I am now a staff associate for the International Association of Culinary Professionals at Kellen Company in Atlanta. I am so excited. They've stressed growth opportunities the whole time, and they treat their employees great. Agh!

But man, was I stressed. I had a second interview Thursay morning. I got there at 8:30 and interviewed with two people. Then they looked at my schedule (they made me a schedule) and sent me to three more people. Then I interviewed with one more person, and then another took me and gave me a proofreading/Microsoft Word skills test. I would have had to take one for Excel, but thankfully the document had been saved over. I was there til 10:30 and I was ahead of schedule! As I left they said I would hear something either Thursday or Friday. So all Thursday afternoon I was really anxious, but I knew they'd probably wait.

So what do you think happened all day Friday? My phone rang a million times. First it was a real estate agent (we were looking at apartments/houses all day). Then it was Ray's mom. Then it was another real estate agent. Then it was a rep from an apartment complex we looked at the day before. Then my mom. Real estate. Apartment rep. Real estate. Real estate. Dad. Apartment rep. Real estate. Mom. Sister, Real estate. By two, I stopped answering it. Every single time it rang my stomach dropped and every time it wasn't the right number I felt like slamming my phone against the wall. And my self-esteem was plummeting. By three I convinced myself to get used to the Golden Arches. Finally, at about 4:30, Ray made me promise that at five I would stop thinking about it. And then, at 4:45, they finally called. Took long enough! But whatever, it was a good call, but since we were in the Mall of Georgia, I had to hold my jumps and squeals til we got outside.

And, Ray and I found a new townhouse we love in Woodstock that we're most likely going to rent. It's sooooo cute, with a fireplace and a teeny fenced-in backyard.

AAAAANNNNND, I got to spend last night with good friends I haven't seen in awhile. Anna B. just got back from Madagascar, so her family threw a little welcome home/birthday/ Christmas party. Yay.

So yeserday was a greay day. And tonight Ray and I are going to celebrate at one of our favorite restaurants. Mmmm.

The weather outside is frightful...

Because it's freakin' hot outside!

It's December, and almost winter, and 65 degrees. Tomorrow, supposed to be 73. Seriously. The first day of winter, the forecast says it will be almost 60 degrees. How are you supposed to get ready for Christmas? Red and green don't exactly work in warm weather. I mean, I'm wearing flip flops today. In the North GA mountains.

And I've got an interview tomorrow. I get nervous for these things, and I get hot when I get nervous. Sweaty hot. How am I supposed to look calm, cool and collected wearing a suit when it's warm enough to wear tank tops? Huuughhh.

Maybe all those Santa figurines that people get from tropical vacations are accurate for this year... red and green swim shorts, Raybans and a pina colada? He'd fit in here.

Deck the halls

I love Christmas decorations, and Friday night at Ray's work party, we saw the best of the worst. A tacky ornament party. We were blessed with what everyone called "the idol," a glass thing with glittery safari animals covered in pine needles. The winner was this thing, apparently from South Park, called Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo. If you know, great. If you don't, don't bother, it is what it sounds like. Other crowd favorites included a miniature doll made to look like a judge in the system, an Alabama wreath (toilet seat with antlers and bows), and two spherical ornaments with pictures of attractive men covering them. That one came in a bag with the Hugh Jackman on the front, People's "sexiest man alive." Think about that one for a minute.

Yeah.

Oh, those government employees.

That being said, I'm loving all the stuff all over the house. It feels more homey.

We'll just hide the idol until next year's party.

I'll be home for Christmas

Big sigh.

I don't like the waiting game.

Since my second interview could possible lead to a real job, Ray and I have started apartment hunting again. Or, really, house hunting. I don't get why we're finding 3 bedroom houses for rent for less than one bedroom apartments. Sure, the apartments are nice and have pools and tennis courts and gyms, but I would so much rather drive to all those things and have a real house. It's really exciting but hard because there are no definites yet. But it always makes sense to plan, right?

On the bright side, I keep hoping I'll get hired and by some miracle we can move soon. Like this weekend. That would be soooooo awesome. Unlikely, but awesome.

Fa la la la laaaaa, la la la laaaaa

Random stuff for today:

- lesson #847 for the kitchen: don't cook a two-pound box of macaroni when the recipe only calls for eight ounces. Only disasters and mounds of macaroni can result.

- lesson #252 in home maintenance: let the husband handle anything that deals with a plunger. Ew.

- lesson #673 in housekeeping: Anticipate the hubby running out of clean socks and undershirts before he needs them 10 minutes before work. Or just buy more socks.

- Ray's work Christmas party is tonight. Tacky Ornament party at a Chinese buffet. Not so excited about the food, but I love the ornaments. Last year, since these people deal with delinquents and have to keep track of these things, someone filled a pee cup (for drug testing)with some kind of yellow liquid and floated a snowman in the middle. They all got a kick out of it. Inside jokes, I guess. But, it's my debut to his coworkers as Ray's wife. Now I get to defend myself against awkward questions... "How's married life?"... How was the honeymoon? (nudge nudge, wink wink)"... "Are you ready to throw in the towel yet?" (howling laughter while I just shrug and start blushing). Yay for Christmas parties! But no, really, I like the people Ray works with. Should be fun!

Grown up Christmas list

Agggghhhhh! Yay! I'm am so excited right now! I got a call back from my interview yesterday. I get to meet some senior members of the company in a week, which is really intimidating, but I'm okay with facing that challenge. This job seems so great. Lots to do, lots to learn, growth potential in lots of directions, and a great company. I'm not going into much more detail because I don't want to build my hopes, but for now I commence celebrating in my living room, jumping up and down all by myself. So if you get the chance and you don't mind looking weird, do a little happy dance, be with me in spirit!

Bells will be ringing

(Note: a "Do you hear what I hear" update)

... In prison, for the convicts who escape and terrorize small mountain towns. So remember that fugitive that had me cowering in the living room? From what I hear, he was caught after a fairly eventful showdown at the Dairy Queen. Cop cars everywhere, at the gas station across the street and the bar down the road, just for this one guy.

And Ray got to make fun of me some more when he got home and almost cracked the door because I'd latched the chain and was crouched on the floor in our hallway, peering out to make sure it was him.

O Holy Night

Since my last post talked extensively about how meaningful the Christmas story is, I decided to post it. I absolutely love this story, and practically have it memorized. Every year, at my grandparents' house, we would all squeeze into the living room, dim the lights, turn the light onto the nativity and listen to my grandpa read this passage. If you know my grandfather, he has a rough, gravelly voice that's perfect for bible stories. We still have this tradition, and every year he still has this reverence and respect for the words he's reading. Which is one reason why it's so important. So anyway, here you go.

In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria. And everyone went to his own town to register. So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests." When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."

So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
-Luke 2:1-20, NIV

So this is Christmas

When I was little, every Christmas Eve my mom's side of the family would go to my grandparents' church for their candlelight service. While it was always a well-produced show, it was a tad bit dull for children (and apparently, my mom, too). Because one early year, my mom, younger cousin and I discovered that if you held the half-inch thick candle long enough, the wax started to soften. So every year after that, we all compared how long we could stretch the wax and make a curlique at the end. It made the ceremony a lot more bearable. But it was a little embarassing having to turn the candle in to the baskets at the door when we left. I hated that glare from the old ladies that said, "Ugh, these children, don't have any respect for the church property."

The point of this story is that I was really wishing for one of those candles at my old church's annual Christmas dinner show. Now, I'm not going to use its name because I'd hate for this to turn people away from a church that's usually great, but I feel like this needs to be said and I feel like we can all learn something from it. It was boring. Well-produced, and filled with talent, but incredibly dull. A candle would have at least distracted me. Every song sounded the same (I literally could not tell which song they were playing until the singers began, and I'm a fairly musically minded person). Beautifully performed, but the same. Except for three songs. O Come O Come Emmanuel, Jingle Bell Rock, and Rudolph. Performed by two people. I swear, every time they get on stage whatever they sing/play automatically becomes my favorite version of the song. But anyway, after some pedestrian music, they started the drama.

What. the. heck.

Not only was it kinda dumb and not that funny, but there was no message. Once I realized it had to be ending soon, I kept looking for some tie-in to the Christmas story or spreading Christmas spirit or something. But it never came. And then a few pastors got on stage and discussed how the play was all about individual stories and so was the Christmas message. But they never really discussed the actual Christmas story. Sure, there was a little about the shepherds and wise men, but nothing about how miraculous it was or really even why Jesus came, or, for that matter, why shepherds and wise men are even in the picture. I thought the best year for this show was when they made a really strong connection to Easter. But this year? Nothing.

This is extremely upsetting to me. This church has been pretty radical in what it does and always breaks the mold on how churches function and the way to spread the gospel. Their music was one really big way for them to do this. So was this dinner. This year all of that was gone. It could have been any large church that's been around for 50 years. My hubby said they only got skin-deep. I though they only plucked a few hairs. They've always been great at getting to the heart of messages. Where did that go?

We always invited friends to this event, and we were really glad they didn't come this year. These are people who didn't grow up in church and expect something new and different. I was especially disappointed when I saw a friend from high school leaving with her grandmother. This girl is Wiccan. Her family has been dragging her to church function for years. One day she told me that being Wiccan gave her a place to belong and let her feel like there was a point for her existence, a place in the universe. If there was one church in the area that I thought she might find something different and become interested, find that feeling, it was this church. But I knew that when she left, she saw the same ol' thing and heard absolutely nothing. She is the kind of person Christians need to reach. How many others were in that audience and thought that there was nothing being offered?

Anyway, that being said, Ray was joking about how that show ruined his holiday spirit (he's a Thanksgiving person) because it didn't mention what the season was about. So remember, holiday spirit comes from Jesus, being born miraculously to die and rise miraculously so we can live. In the midst of all the trees and decorations and songs and presents, remind yourself that God did some amazing things Christmas night, just to show us that he loves us.

The most wonderful time of the year

Good day!

I finally got to decorate the apartment today! And Ray helped, which is a big surprise because I like Christmas decorating a lot more than he does. But afterwards, right when we decided to go for a walk, my phone rang. It was for a job interview! AGGGHHHH! Finally! I am so freakin' excited! I've been so discouraged with the whole job search lately. But it's so much more than a job and a paycheck. It means possibly moving away from Ellijay, closer to civilization, things to do, people to hang out with, stuff to get involved in... Ahhh. And so on our meager budget we decided to mini-celebrate with Zaxby's and then some Ben & Jerry's and a movie (Phish Food... mmm!). So my day was pretty close to perfect. It's like a pre-Christmas present.

Seriously, you don't know how excited I got. I was jumping up and down and singing and rambling on and on. But I don't sing normal songs. You know in the Wizard of Oz right after Dorothy leaves Munchkinland and comes to the fork in the Yellow Brick Road right before she meets the Scarecrow? It's really upbeat, fun clarinet-y bouncy stuff. So I basically was humming this as I skipped along the path in Ellijay's park. I think Ray was a little embarassed (luckily it was really cold so no one else was out), but who cares? I have a job interview!

Do you hear what I hear?

I'm a little freaked out right now.

While it's great to have a husband who's in-the-know in city matters and loves to make sure I'm safe, but sometimes it backfires. Example from today:

(Phone rings)

Me: Hey.
Ray: Hey, ummm... is the door locked?
Me: Did you lock it when you left? And why does it matter?
Ray: There's a fugitive loose in Ellijay. They locked the schools down because he's near downtown somewhere. And he's armed.
(Silence)
Ray: But I don't want to freak you out or anything, I just thought you'd want to know.
Me: Are all the windows locked? Are you going to be okay? What'd he do? Should--
Ray: (Chuckling a little) Anna, it's fine, it's no big deal, I just wanted to make sure the door was locked.
Me: Yes, I re-locked it.
Ray: Good, just don't be worried, I'll be home later.
Me: Yeah. Thanks.

(About thirty minutes later the phone rings again)
Ray: Hey, whatcha doing... you're not huddled up on the couch, are you?
Me: you know me so well... what did you think I was going to do?
Ray: well, [co-worker] said that if you were freaking out you could come up here and help us decorate.
Me: So you want me to leave and drive through downtown where the fugitive could carjack me and kidnap me?
Ray: Anna, it's no big deal. Really.
(silence)
Ray: I shouldn't tell you these things, should I?

So I'm currently curled up on the couch peeking out the windows every few minutes at every car that drives by wondering if I should hop in my car far away until Ray comes home. Good times.

What child is this?

I'm going to a baby shower today... hmmm. See, I don't like babies... and I've never been to a baby shower, and I don't know the girl or her friends very well. It's one of Ray's friend's wife, and I really like her, just don't know her very well. So it should be interesting.

It's been weird anyway lately because Ray's sister is preggers, too. Due on my birthday (but that's a different story). They're hoping for a girl, and the friends are having a girl, so every time Ray and I are in any store we look through baby stuff for potential gifts. I giggle to myself a little because the the clohes are so cute but I still have no desire to ever have kids that small, but women always look at me with that knowing look that says, "Aww, look at that young couple planning for babies, isn't that sweet..." Blech.

But anyway, on a positive note, I get human interaction during the shower and I get to leave Ellijay for the day, even if it is for babies. Yay!

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Yay! First one of the season! Well, to be honest, at first it was more like slush, only sticking to cars, but now we have beautiful, fluffy flakes gathering on the ground (and turning to ice... so much for leaving the house today). I have so much I wanted to get done today because this past week has been so busy and we've been down in Paulding/Cobb everyday since last Monday, but snow just makes me want to decorate for Christmas! And I really need to get that done when Ray's not here. I don't think he could handle that mess. But for now, I'll crank up the carols, drink some hot chocolate, and start going through my red and green!

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

FINALLY! It's Christmas season! after stores and advertisers have been celebrating since mid-September, I can finally join the fun! YAY!

But for some strange reason, I'm shopping today. I've only done it once, and I didn't get the hype. But I'm hanging out with the mom and we both love to people watch, so it should be a fun day. Crazy, but fun.

Thanksgiving day fun: My pie was wonderful! Everyone loved it, including me. Ray doesn't even really like pie at all and he was super excited to have leftovers. We called Brooke and let her shout over the speakerphone to the entire family. Yay, when you have a sore throat... sorry, but we love you.

Back to a shopping dilemma: I'm very picky about what I wear when I shop. I get hot really easily, but it's cold outside, but I don't want to carry around a heavy coat. And I can't wear light colors because makeup rubs off when I try on clothes. I also can't wear anything that stretches out too easily because, once again, I like to try on clothes. For the same reason, my hair pretty much has to be down (who likes re-doing hair all day?). And, hello!? I have to dress for the season! I think it might be a good thing that I don't have ear piercings, because I would totally be one of those people wearing giant blinking wreaths that sing or something. Maybe I'll wear my jingle bell headband!

So, for the first time this year...

Merry Christmas!

P.S. I have a great husband, He's not so much a fan of holiday tunes, and I'm sure by Christmas he'll want to melt Frosty with a blowtorch, but on the way home last night he turned the radio to Christmas music without even asking! Altogether now... Aaaaawwwwwwww!

Gobble Gobble

Happy Thanksgiving!

Eat turkey, be thankful, remember loved ones who can't be with you on the holiday.

And pray that my apple pie turns out yummy.

It's a-changin'!

It rained yesterday. Ick. But! When I woke up this morning, there was a heavy frost looking sneakily snow-like everywhere! The best thing about living in Ellijay at this time of year has to be that there's a very good chance of seeing snow. Not the kind that falls and turns to rain before it hits the ground, but the kind that actually accumulates.

Iiiii'm... dreaming... of a whiiiite... Christmaaas... !!!

What my life has become

I actually get excited about watching Jeopardy every night.

It's official! (and more related randomness)

Hand me a bonnet and put me in that covered wagon, My name is now legally Anna Marie Carver (please see my post about my name to figure out that sentence). I went to Social Security about two weeks ago and the DDS (because apparently the DMV doesn't exist anymore) Tuesday. Everyone told me it was going to be such a hassle, but it really wasn't. I guess if I'd needed to take off work or something it would have been harder, but I went to the SS office about 45 minutes before they closed and was in and out in 20 minutes. The guy was nice and efficient. And maybe the DDS experience was softened by the fact that I went to a location up in the booneys where no one else goes. Ahh, Blue Ridge. But I had to drive home and back again because they don't take copies of marriage licenses. It just doesn't make sense. I mean, I had my new social security card, shouldn't the government declaring my new name be enough? Oh, well. When the lady called my name after the new license printed she said, "Ms. Carver?" and I just sat there because I didn't recognize my name. It'll take awhile.

And my license no longer says under 21. It looks so bare. And I broke my streak of taking the pictures in an Old Navy tank top. See, I had to renew my learner's permit and got the pic taken twice, and then again for my license. Up until about this summer I pretty much lived in Old Navy ribbed tank tops. (Oh, who am I kidding, I still have about 20.) So each one was a different color. But it being frigid up here, I had to wear a sweater. But, ha! it was still from Old Navy.

You're welcome Old Navy, for the free advertising. And no, I don't work for them. But I would. Are they hiring?

B-O-R-E-D

I need something to do. Since there's nothing in Ellijay and no one to hang out with, I've decided to go room by room and cleaning. Well, that's the plan, anyway. Yesterday was the kitchen, today is supposed to be the bathroom. But since Ray cooked sweet potatoes this morning for his work Thanksgiving party, the kitchen needs a scrub again. And I keep getting distracted. I usually reserve mornings for job search/applications and afternoons for everything else, but I either keep looking for jobs or find something else to do. Like make a to-do list of absolutely everything I could possibly do. Or hang curtains (and for me that's an ordeal). Or watch a What not to Wear marathon. Huuuuuuggggghhhhhh. It makes me look forward to Thanksgiving because I actually get to interact with someone other than the Walmart cashier.

This was a dull post. Sorry.

A reason to look forward to Winter

You probably all know that I love fall. It's my favorite season (only by scientific seasons though, we'll talk about holidays later) by far. The cold nights and comfortable days, the colors, that crispness in the air, Thanksgiving, Brooke baking all the time (but now she's in Baltimore…whimper). But there's one thing that I would be absolutely joyous if it disappeared. Ladybugs. They are everywhere. Blech, shudder. Those little vermin pop up anywhere, anytime. They just sit in their red, pearly shells waiting to scare innocent bystanders. Unless they fly. And then they attack like Kamikaze pilots. And they decide to stick to you, gripping your skin, clothes, hair with their nasty sticky legs trying to eat you like they eat their garden prey. No really, they do. They're evil, plain and simple. Gross. Don't even try to convince me that they help the environment, they're lucky, or (heaven forbid) try to tell my they're cute. Because it won't work. They're ugly, stinky pests that need to die. A quick, crunchy death.

Is it possible?

... that the GSP has finally started doing its job? I wondered for awhile... the random patrol cars parked in hidden ditches on the side of the road, only at the beginning or end of the months... but for the past month I have seen at least one cop pulling people over every single day. Both ways, all 85 miles to and from Atlanta. But they always stopped around Canton (because it's the nearest "big city") so I thought maybe they only cared about suburban commuters and soccer moms. And then today, I had to drive to Blue Ridge to change my license, and lo and behold I passed two GSPs. Wow. Now, I'm not one that really champions for police pulling people over for traffic violations. There are more important things out there going on. Crime, drugs... learn some priorities. But at least if they are going to pull people over, they've been consistent. Thank you, Georgia State Patrol, for putting out tax dollars to work correctly.

Retro Post

*note: this post mentions me at work because I wrote a bunch of posts one day at work... this is just one of them...

Have you ever had something completely mundane happen and it completely make your day? Today was one of those days. I was bored, waiting for some work to cross my desk, when suddenly the fire alarm went off. It was the most advanced alarm I’d ever heard. No honking atrocity for Marcus. Nope, we get that canned, soothing female voice chanting “This is an emergency. Please remain calm. Please proceed to your nearest exit. Please do not run. Please do not use the elevator.” So I remained calm, walked to the nearest stairs and shuffled outside with the rest of the building. We all walk to the parking lot and at first, I’m just standing there, watching the kids and their teachers and looking for anyone in my department to talk to, and suddenly I realize what an absolutely beautiful fall day it is. Perfect temperature with a slight breeze blowing, deep blue sky with wispy, cottony clouds and some of the best leaf color I’ve seen (even in Ellijay). Reds, yellows, oranges, browns, some of my favorite colors. It was like Crayola exploded on the trees. I haven’t had a chance to really be outside for fall because of work, and I loved it. And I’ve been pretty discouraged about the whole job thing and not knowing what I want to do with my life, and kind of lonely because I don’t know anyone in Ellijay. I think Jesus just knew I needed a big old relaxing nature hug. So basically I stood in the parking lot like I was catatonic and just experienced it. You should try it sometime.

P.S. That whole nature hug thing… I don’t care if you think it sounded dumb. Sitting and resting in God’s creation can be the most cleansing thing in the world if you just open up and sink into it.

Here we go again

My time is up. Finished. I've been thrown to the HR wolves of greater Atlanta. Not like they’ll attack or anything. I think they’re all hibernating. Wake up and post some PR jobs to lure some fresh meat in, for heaven’s sake! Seriously, almost no jobs are being posted for anything. Dang bad economy. But at least I’ve gained some “experience,” the catchphrase of intern enthusiasts everywhere. I’ve done new things, met interesting people, fun for all. A list of the best things I’ve done/learned:

• I finally figured out how to use Excel!
• Big Splash IV—huge gala fundraiser—Helping planning was the purpose of my internship and I’m so glad I got to go and see what the world of non-profit development is like
• Going to fancy fashion shows and meeting designers that I’ve never heard of because I couldn’t afford their clothing in a million years
• learning to walk in high heels everyday (I still may not be graceful, but I’m steady. Side note: my mom always says girls who don’t walk well in heels look like they’re pulling a plow. I need to ask her if I’m past this point or if I need to get some horns and call myself Bessie.)
• free vaccinations (perks of working at a school/medical center)
• meeting lots of influential Atlanta society members that probably won’t remember me if I ran into them on the street (in addition to that, learning about how the other half—well, upper third because I’m technically middle class—lives. I could only run into them in Midtown or Buckhead. Maybe downtown if they were desperate for fun or could be seen by people. Apparently outside the perimeter is basically hell for these people. No Saks? Only chain restaurants? Wal-Mart, not Whole Foods? What would they do?)
• aquiring a taste for more fanciful foods and beverages (lobster, truffles—not the chocolate kind, champagne…mmm)
• Typing list after list and press releases, emails, etc. has trained me to type really fast. Not accurately, but fast.
• figuring out how many times the Buckhead Betties at these events have gotten “facial rejuvenation”
• guessing which number wife they are to their aged husbands

Sadly, it has ended. But surely someone will call me about a job. Anyone?

First one (of most likely many)

This morning I made my first big housewife-y mistake. I completely ruined one of our pans. See, when we were looking for cookware Ray really wanted stainless steel. I've never cooked on it. So this morning when I went to scramble eggs. First, I forgot to coat the pan with anything. Second, I turned the temperature up to what I did with my cheap, kitchen-in-a-box pans, which is pretty high (because I like to "flash cook" my eggs). Well, they definitely flash cooked. Into ashes. So Ray's shouting (well, speaking forcefully, the boy never raises his voice for anything) directions at me, ones that rational people would do automatically ("Take the pan off the eye, Anna! Turn off the heat, Anna! If the handle's hot, put the pan down, Anna!"), but for someone domestically challenged like me, my brain shut off and just watched the eggs sizzle into oblivion. The center of the pan looks like I rubbed coal all over the bottom. And now we get to use our last gift card to replace the pan. And I will never turn the stove dial to anything over number 5.

Get Moving

...is what I'm telling myself. I've been pretty good about keeping my stuff out of the floor, laundry done, etc., but this week I let things go. It's not bad for my standards, but Ray's freaking out (I can see that look in his eye that my stuff is grossing him out--and it's not even gross stuff, it's clothes on the floor). So today's the day I get to catch up on all my cleaning duties. Wish me luck.

Boo!

My (slightly late) Halloween story

All Hallows Eve. Halloween, the night when parents release their kids to neighborhoods dress in overpriced costumes supporting a commercialist society to gorge themselves on candy and be mischievous and get away with it. (Man, I’m such an old person.) No, really, I enjoy looking at most costumes. I remember dressing up when I was little and for the most part I had my sister’s hand-me-down costumes, but the ones that were my own, that Brooke never used, were my favorite. I went as a fifties girl in fourth grade (poodle skirt, scarf in my hair) and I loved it. I didn’t even get to go trick-or-treating that year because I got a cold, but I knew that I had the coolest costume that year in school. And one year, I think I was maybe three or four (this is one of my first memories), I was a witch, before I knew what witchcraft was. My dad and I went to a drugstore for some reason after school and a girl dressed as Pippi Longstocking with her hair in braids with wires in them made her hair stick straight up and screamed when she saw me like I scared her. I thought I was the best witch ever, it totally made my Halloween.

But I was a cute witch. Parents, when you dress your children, especially the young ones, remember that they think the boogey man is scary. There’s absolutely no need to dress them like they came straight from the Chasms of Hell. Chances are that if they look in the mirror they’ll get so freaked out they’ll have reflection issues for the rest of their lives or they’ve been exposed to so many scary things in their wee little lives that they’re already screwed up and are going to be ripping the heads off Barbies and burning pictures of dead people to release their souls as they get older.

Here’s another reason. Your child could very well cause wrecks because of his freakishness. I left work early on Halloween because traffic was rotten and I’m sitting at a light, waiting for it to turn green so I can turn left. As I’m turning, in the driver’s seat of a car waiting at the light, was this little person in red. How cute! I thought, a little Elmo, or maybe a fireman! So I slow down a little to get a closer look and I slowly begin to realize that no, it is not a sweet fireman or gentle Elmo, but a demon. A face-painted, scream-inducing scary little minion from the pits of the Abyss. Grinning like a vampire on feeding day. And as I’m coming to this slow, painful, nauseating revelation, I forget to finish turning my car. And as soon as my mind wraps its head around this awful creature and regains enough sense to look away, I look straight ahead to see my car heading right into an iron fence. So I swerve back into traffic, almost hitting the vehicle carrying the little imp. And with my tires squealing and steering wheel swinging, I look one time at the driver, the mother, Rosemary. She’s laughing her head off! At her precious child scaring the living daylights out of unsuspecting drivers on Briarcliff Road.

So here’s the moral of the story: don’t dress your child like something you’ve seen in horror movies because there are some people in the world who choose to keep hellish ideas out of their minds and sooner or later, you could get sued by the preacher’s kid who wrecks her car because she’s screaming the Lord’s Prayer after seeing your spawn.

America, America...

It’s election day! Yay… There, I mentioned it like everyone else; can we move on and just elect a president/other government officials without lies, backbiting, and general crud surrounding politics in general?

No? Fine, we’ll just wait for the excitement/disappointment of this one to die down for about a week and then prepare for primary competitors for 2012 in December!

Did you miss me?

It’s been a long time. A really, really, long time, I know. I never really believed people who said that working got in the way of blogging, but when I leave at 6:30 in the morning and get home at 7, my three hours of free time before bedtime at 10 gets filled. Oh, my life sounds so cliché now. Cook dinner, straighten up (for those of you who know me, yes, I have been keeping my crap off the floor pretty well), do laundry, get lunch/clothes ready for the next day. Then I usually sit down for one tv something and off to bed. I’m officially an old fart.

But never fear, dear ones and fives of readers (even though some of you are apparently in Canada, England and Australia!), I will try to post regularly. And since work has been a little slow lately, all of these will be written now and posted later, just so you don’t get one of my typical novelettes and then nothing for months. And since I’ll be unemployed in a week and a half (oh, the joys of internships) in between all my job hunting I’m sure I’ll find time to post. So this is it for today, but I promise, one tomorrow!

Finally!!!

Well, I'm married. Yup, got hitched. Tied the knot. Like it's a big surprise to any of you who follow this thing regularly. But really, it was an absolutely fabulous day. No major snafus, gorgeous weather, tons of fun. Of course my dad and Ray had trouble holding back the tears at first and I had trouble holding back the giggles. Like when my dad said we'd been together a long time and I made a face and Brooke started laughing and the crowd saw her and joined right in. And when a sound like a squirrel falling out of a tree startled me and all the 'maids were stifling some laughter. Even our photographers heard that one. Speaking of photographers, Kate and Matt Altmix were awesome! I barely noticed them during the ceremony and reception and I know the formal pictures will turn out great. Hire them for anything. It's worth it.

So let's tell my major disaster of the day. We were almost ready to go take some pics before the ceremony. All I had to do was put in my dress. So everyone surrounds me to help (which really wasn't necessary, because the dress wasn't that difficult and honestly, four sets of hands just made it harder) and I'm about to pull the straps up when my mom gasps and says, "Oh, my--" in a hushed, freaked out tone, and then follows that up with a reassuring but equally freaked out "It's okay..." Then Jenn goes, "Oh my gosh what IS that?!?!" And Brooke and Leslie start repeating, "It's okay, it's nothing, you'll be fine..." All the while I'm saying, "What the heck are you talking about?!" So I finally manuever myself where I can see the back of my dress because there's so much commotion and I see a brown spot right where the strap starts to narrow. In about three seconds, here's my train of thought-- Oh, it's like a tag or something from the seamstress oh wait oh no! my dress is stained wait that's not a stain OH MY GOD IT'S A COCKROACH!!!! There was a COCKROACH! Crammed in between the sheer outer layer and inner layers of my dress! At this point I scream loudly enough for people to hear outside and proceed to jump--literally jump--out of my dress. Brooke and Jenn were in front of me so I grabbed their shoulders and heaved myself out of that thing. S0 while I'm trying not to cry because I hate hate HATE bugs of any kind (especially in a wedding dress) Jenn and Brooke are comforting me and Leslie and my mom are cracking up and trying to get the thing out from the layers because YES IT WAS STILL ALIVE! I think the best part of it, though, was Kate. She was just standing there with her camera at her chest and finger on the trigger but she looked like she was in shock, with her nose crinkled and her mouth hanging open. And in the middle of the whole ordeal, I just hear a small click. Even in shock she managed to get a picture of something. Ugghhghghalslasalsk. Shudder and gag. Blech.

But after all that the wedding was great. And then off to the honeymoon in Asheville, NC! We got a cabin up on a mountain about 20 minutes away from the city, but it felt like we were the only ones there. Beautiful view. Absolutely beautiful. And the city is so much fun. It's so eclectic. Lots to do, lots of museums and art galleries (great for me!). We ate out every night, had a different type of food every night and it was all amazing. We saw Biltmore, and I took the scenery and plant life as an opportunity to figure out how our new camera worked. So much fun, I want to be a landscape photographer now. And Ray even liked the house because of all the technology it had. And we rode around Asheville on Segways! It was soooo cool. If you ever get a chance to ride one of those things, take it. Other than the expense, I don't understand why these machines haven't taken cities by storm. No gas, can go 24 miles on one charge and easy-peasy to drive/steer. Just lean and go. And after Asheville we came home and started unpacking stuff for the kitchen, went back to my parents' house to get some more of my stuff (meaning all my clothes), dinner with the fams, and a little shopping at Target to use all our gift cards. Today I'm supposed to unload/unpack/reorganize all my stuff while Ray takes a very long bicycle ride, because messes freak him out a lot. So he'll want to help and end up annoying me because I make messes before I organize. So I'm kicking him out for a few hours. Oh, the first joys of married life.

Don't worry, as soon as I get pictures uploaded I'll post some for you.

Halfway intellectual post with no mention of the W-word

I was reading this article on CNN today and I thought it was interesting. Not the plug-in car or that NASCAR is considering it, but that this is such a weird position to be in for Chevy’s PR department. The Volt is a pretty cool thing—an all-electric car for a traditionally hyper-American brand that reveres gas-guzzling vehicles as a symbol of power.

Side note: Volt is a cool name for the first all-electric car. But what about when you make more? Are they all going to be electricity-related? The Shock, the Zap? Or do a tribute to Ben Franklin—Lightning, the Chevy Key. Oh, well.

So now they have a chance to reach out to a new, eco-conscious consumer set, with the risk of alienating uber-patriots who think the green movement is political mumbo-jumbo. But the fact that Chevy can market this as a vehicle to reduce dependence on foreign oil is a great opportunity to get people on board to the green movement without trying to change their political beliefs (which so far in any save-the-earth campaign hasn’t seemed possible). I think the notion that presenting the Volt as a patriotic car will turn off more environmentally friendly people is a little far-fetched. I mean, the car will reduce dependence on all oil and decrease pollution. Small tangent that is another post for another time, but making environmental issues political movement is a little ridiculous. We all live on the planet; we should all take care of it. Regardless of where you stand on global warming or going green or the like, reducing our impact on the planet and preserving it for the future is never a bad thing.

Anyway, Chevy has the unique opportunity to create a wide-spanning campaign that can reach multiple sects of society. Or will they pick one—try to change its consumer base, leaving traditional customers to switch to its nemesis, or try to change its existing customer base’s mindset to make them actually care about the planet? I can’t wait to see the campaign for this car.

Almost there...

Wow. Four days away from being married. Agghhh! I don't really even have words to describe my feelings. Excited, anxious... hhhuuuuugggghhhhh. I've been filling my afternoons after work with random wedding details.

Sunday: Went on a major shopping spree and bought every last thing we needed for the wedding. Pedestals for ceremony, bubbles, mints (both of which Brooke is hard at work tying fall-colored bows around as I type), baskets. Even though we were out for around eight hours, everything was fairly easy to find. After all the wedding event things, it was tie to find personal stuff. I still needed a shirt for the rehearsal, a dress to leave in and wedding shoes. I was freakin' worried I would leave the mall crying because I hadn't found anything to wear. But Jesus decided to show that he loved me through an easy shopping day. Fourth dress on, bought it. first shirt at the third store (and only a few at the others), bought it. And I found shoes, finally! I found a pair I liked, but they were the same silver of the ones I had. I was disappointed, but moved on. As I was walking around thinking, "Ohhhhh, nooooooo, they don't have anything," and I saw a flash of ivory out of the corner of my eye. I zoom in and see a really cute pair of ivory shoes in a beat-up box on the clearance rack. "Oh please oh please oh please, wouldn't it be awesome if they were 10s..." I thought. And as I picked up the box, I saw the magic number. 10s!!!!! And they fit perfectly!!!! YAY! It was only the second pair of shoes I tried on all night!!!! Apparently great shoes deserve lots of exclamation marks!!!!! But anyway, they're actually the same shoes Brooke got, just a different color without sparkles. And after the shopping trip, I bought a few more last-minute items online. So I'm officially done with shopping for awhile. Still have to run a few errands that involve buying things (bridesmaid/parent gifts, etc.), but those don't count.

Monday: Tanning for the last time. Yeah, I got pinker this time than last. Not good. And the little things you put over your eyes for protection? Ummm, one slipped and I didn't realize it. I now have one raccoon eye. Who knows, maybe that could be attractive in pictures. And my legs still didn't get tan.

Tuesday: Legs waxed. Sort of. Apparently the hair wasn't long enough. Word to the wise. Beauty is not worth the pain. 'Nuff said.

So in the last few days until W-Day, I still have to design/print programs, run lots of errands, blah, blah, blah. Just think. In a few days, you might have something else to read about besides wedding crap. Don't worry, I have another post coming soon.

Anyone want to help?

We're moving tomorrow! Aaaalllll my stuff into Ray's apartment. A U-haul and an SUV full of stuff and more to come. It was amazing to see how much we've actually gotten from showers and such--gifts alone filled my mom's car! And I'm going to be up all night finishing laundry to pack my clothes and cleaning my room to pack everything else. So four of us, all of who have some kind of physical problems except me (but I'm a weakling) trying to move furniture and bakeware. Because apparently people think I like to bake. No pots, pans, but various bakeware sets and about 10 muffin pans. Now, just because you see me eating everyone else's baked goods, doesn't mean I like to bake. But I guess I have to learn because Ray doesn't bake. But he's super excited about the rice cooker. Whatever. Anyway, lots of good stuff to fill our apartment with.

P.S. We got our marriage license today! Drove all the way to midtown to get a Fulton license, and both of us got lost (I had to go from work). But it was cool, we had to do the whole swearing in thing, raising our right hands and promising we're not cousins or fugitives and everything. I wish there had been a Bible for the left hand. but nope, just the counter. The lady must have thought I was nuts. I was trying not to giggle through her schpiel. So I had a goofy grin on my face while Ray was super solemn because he does that kind if thing all the time (for work, not because he gets married a lot).

Just a thought: Does anyone else find it ironic that you get licenses for marriage and firearms in the same place?

10 MORE DAYS!!!!!

Yup, that's it. 10 days until I have a hubby and I'm a wifey. EEK!

Did you pass?

Today was National Punctuation Day. I should have posted something about it this morning so all you diligent grammar friends could remind everyone you met of this glorious occasion, but alas, I had to work and blogs are blocked from the network. Anyway, if I were a teacher, I would soooo celebrate this. My students would love me for it. Regardless of what class I taught, I think a grammar test would have to appear. Besides, it's the only thing we learned in school that everybody is supposed to use on a daily basis. Why not give a refresher quiz? So tomorrow whem the joyful feelings from the parties to honor our language have waned, don't forget to keep all those sacred grammar rules intact.

FAAAALLLLLL!!!!!!

Yes, it was Monday. Yes, I'm still celebrating. So you need to keep celebrating too. Go sniff the crisp morning air, eat a caramel apple, jump in a pile of leaves (do we have leaves like that in Georgia?), bake and make your house smell like cinnamon and apple pie. Just celebrate the weather, and hope it holds up for the next two weeks.

Workin' woman

That's me. Who knew? Me, getting a job so quickly. I keep on telling myself, "It's only and internship, it's only an internship," but I really like going and being productive every day. The whole office setting is great. It might just be the place, but I like it. And I have my own office! That will soon be turned into storage, but whatever. I sit by myself surrounded by pinky-beige walls and a metal desk with fake wood covering. Not even particle board, but that sticker stuff that's supposed to look like wood. I keep wanting to bring pictures and stuff in to decorate, make it more homey, but "it's only an internship, it's only an internship." Every time my boss comes in she says, this place needs a coat of paint. Yup, probably, and some posters or something to keep it from looking like storage.

But the job is great. I've already done and seen so much. I've met with PR people and journalists, written a few press releases, done a walk-through for one event and will do another tomorrow, had a catering meeting, I can't even remember. And I know more is to come. It's actually the perfect job right now, because I've been doing a lot of wedding type stuff (*gasp* in event planning? Noooooo...), keeping up with guest lists, vendor meetings.

Speaking of vendor meetings, I think I'm hooked on fancy food. Excuse me, gourmet fare. Like I said, we went to a tasting for one event, and I was pretty nervous at first. I've never really been in an environment that lent itself to fancy food, and every time I saw anything with words I didn't know I refused it. This caterer is actually a preferred caterer for Great Oaks, but the menu scared me so much, who did I pick? Williamson Brothers Barbeque. But Affairs to Remember was soooo yummy. I tried so much I've never eaten before-- lobster with corn chowder, risotto, squash (not gourmet, but I've never liked it), artichoke hearts... But it was wonderful. Ray's in a pickle now. He was hoping I'd never get a taste of the good life. Maybe I should start requesting lobster every night for dinner. Or maybe just beg for it on the honeymoon.

So that's the job so far. Go me.

Crazy Pre-Wedding Weekend Post #3

This isn't really in the theme of the other posts, but I still thinks it's fun. I think I've mentioned before, but I think my grandparents are the greatest. Obviously, they let us all traipse in and out all weekend with very little notice. But on Friday, when I called and asked to come over Friday to get ready for the party and then leave my car there all night, Grandma said, "Sure, are you going to eat here?" I said I'd probably get a bowl of cereal or something. Imagine my surprise when I walk in their door into the kitchen and see a bowl of Cheetos, a plate of cheese, bananas, peaches, crackers, and my favorite snack ever--orange Jell-o and chocolate chip cookies. Sounds strange, but Grandma puts pulpy orange juice in the Jell-o and we crunch up the cookies in it and it's sooo tasty. So after being fed, we left. Saturday Grandma had all her jewelry out on the guest bed for me to choose something to wear. And we finished off the Jell-o. Anyway, they are awesome.

Crazy Pre-Wedding Weekend Post #2

After my wild night o' fun and getting to sleep at three a.m., I had to get up to go pick up my dress at the seamstress' at 9:30 an hour away. So on about four hours of sleep, I got to get fitted. Yup, still fits, and look beautiful, if I do say so myself. The seamstress was really great, she gave me the scraps for a scrapbook and even made a little card with the gown designer and a fabric swatch. Nice woman, if you ever need something tailored and are in the Marietta area, let me know.

Anyway, the entire weekend we used my grandparents' house as a launchpad because they're so close to everything. So after we left the seamstress we went to their house to drop the dress off. Then we went to the florist to finalize details. Then we went back to the gps' house until my trial hair appointment. I was using my cousin Kiera's stylist, so she was with us. It was great. Marian did a great job the first time around, and we're using a pair of my great-grandmother's earrings in the 'do (it's my "old"). After that, Kiera and I went tanning. Since I've never been before, I needed a buddy. I'd been dreading it because I hate laying out and I get hot and sweaty really easily. I was considering backing out until even the seamstress told me she's not an advocate of tanning beds but might change her mind in my case. Anyway, I am tanning now. Yay.

After all that, Kiera and I went back to the gps' house and did a trial run of makeup. No offense to her or anyone else who's tried my makeup, but I think I might just do it myself. By the way, can someone please explain what having a face for makeup means? The hairstylist told me I had a face for makeup. Yeah, can't really see any good out of that statement. After dinner with the gps, I realized I'd had very little sleep in the past few days, so I headed home in time to watch the UGA game. But I got about 10 minutes into the game before I conked out. Ahhh, sleep. From 8:15 to 7 :45 Sunday morning, I didn't move or hear a thing. My phone rang, and I didn't hear it.

That was my weekend. Hope you had as much fun as I did.

Crazy Pre-wedding Weekend Post #1

First up on Friday--my bachelorette party! Woohoo! Just to start, I've never been into the typical pink sash and penis necklace that most bachelorettes get. But I figured I needed something to make me stand out, because who doesn't like lots of random attention? Apparently Brooke. Because for some reason, the headband I wore really embarassed her. Hmm. It just had a giant cardboard engagement ring and a veil attached. What's embarrassing about that? Just because I wore it everywhere and people gave me lots of funny looks doesn't mean you should duck for cover or blush like you're on fire. Oh well. Sorry, Brooke.

First, six of us went to play Whirlyball. It's the coolest game that's basically jai-alai in bumper cars aiming at a basketball goal. AWESOME!!! It really was one of the most fun things I've ever done (either my life is really dull or everyone else needs to jump on the Whirlyball train--or bumper car--heehee). As long as you don't mind a few bruises (or lots) and a little soreness, I recommend it to anyone.

Then Jenn had to leave us, because being the super-smart girl she is (no really, I wish I had her brain), she had to study for a med school test. Pretty important, so she gets a pass. So the remaining five of us went to Chili's for dinner. Pretty uneventful, but uber fun and relaxed, as Chili's usually is. I had a yummy drink, tasted like orange Kool-aid. See, my alcohol tolerance is pretty low. So this one drink was a pretty big deal, in that I finished it and wasn't tipsy and was able to have another later. (Impressive for a bachelorette party, right? Two drinks. Livin' it up... congratulate me.)

After Chili's we went to a bar in Smyrna called Zucca (?) that a friend of Brooke's recommended for dancing. It went kind of slow at first, but group dances always bring people out on the floor. And I had my second drink of the night that Hannah said I just had to try. An Amaretto sour. Definitely worth it. I absolutely love dancing with these friends. Hannah and Lindsey are dancing fiends, and Beth is always up for a party. Brooke, not so much, but she got hit on all night, so she was occupied. Highlights of the night:
-Lindsey getting hit on by an old man and a girl at the same time.
-getting asked by an old Italian guy if he could give me a hickey for the wedding day. (In a thick Italian accent: "Oh, NOOOO! Do not marry him! He soooo ugly!!!! Marry MEEEEE! Can i give you hickey? To remember me? Oh, NOOOO!")
-getting ice thrown at me by a guy whose drink I turned down at the beginning of the night. We were sitting there chatting and I feel someone tap my shoulder. I see this murky drink in my face and this drunk guy holding it. I refuse, he gets mad. "Whatever, I'm not tryin' anything, it's just a drink..." Brooke said it was rude to turn it down. May be rude, but 1. He didn't ask what I wanted (also rude), and 2. I didn't see it made. Yeah, no. Not gonna take that one. Turns out it was a Jaeger bomb, and the whole mixing uppers and downers has never really worked for me. Well, apparently he got really offended because the entire night he was throwing ice at me or giving me drunk, droopy-eyed mean looks.
-the random dude who walked by me at least three times and said "Happy birthday!" Oooo-kaaay, does this thing on my head really look like a generic party hat? Guess that was the beer talking.

So after some dancing we all parted ways. Soooo much fun, wish you all could have been there. Thanks Brooke!

P.S. Pictures will be posted later as soon as someone gives me some.

A little alone time

Finally, down time. Sort of. I still have stuff to do, but at least I get to do it by myself. Parents out with friends, Brooke at church, me with some quiet time. I've gotten to the point where planning annoys me now. Things are late, people aren't coming that should, we have a lot to find/buy (which is always stressful) and I still have some beautifying to do. Since I started work this week, there has been a significant time crunch with lots to get done. But since there was so much and we all know I always haveve so much to say about my exciting life, I'll have to break it down. More to come!

A bad time...

for this whole, "job," "real world," "a big wedding is a great idea!" crap. More later when I have the time. Maybe Sunday? Until then...

AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Last one!

Wedding shower, that is. Tomorrow, in fact. Don't worry, it'll end before the game starts, and I'm wearing my black and white dress with the red heels and jewelry. Gotta represent with all my Tech fan relatives throwing the shower! But I do believe that this will be the first time that I've worn dress clothes in honor of the Dawgs. First and last. Dresses for a football game? But that's another post for another day. It's just weird to think that the wedding really is right around the corner after all these years of waiting. It's been awesome getting things we need from people we love. So many people talk about how much (ahem) crap people give for weddings, but everything we've gotten was off our registry or really great. I'll be honest, I had a little trouble with the registry at first. I get that gifts are customary for weddings, but creating a list of things a guest should get me seemed greedy. But people seem to like it better and I'm loving all the stuff because now we won't have a hodge-podge of bachelor pad and college apartment junk. And I've kept up with thank you cards! Go me!

Countdown: 22 Days!

Tired and thankful

So, Ray got appendicitis and had to have surgery yesterday. I'm tired because I got very little sleep and thankful he's alright. His stomach had been hurting since Monday. He went to doctor on Wednesday because the pain shifted to the right, but doc sent him home basically to get worse because he wasn't showing "typical" appendicitis symptoms. So all day I was debating on whether to go to Ellijay in case Ray needed someone, and Ray kept telling me he was fine. At 7 pm I packed a bag just in case; Ray said he was good. At 8:45, I went to get milk for my mom; Ray said his roommate was available if he got worse. At 9:45 he called and said he needed to go to the hospital. About time, dontcha think? Anyway, I got to Ellijay at 11:30, got to watch Ray get loopy on Demoral (ask me about those stories sometime), and basically stayed up all night until his surgery at 9:30 Thursday morning. We brought him home last night, and he's resting now, perfectly fine. And I got some sleep, finally. My badge picture for work looks awesome because I was so tired from the day before. The nurses were kidding with him about trying to get out of the wedding. No chance. Three week recovery, three weeks til the wedding. Mm-hmm. His nurse was this crotchety old lady who looked and talked like she'd been smoking and tanning since she learned how to walk. She was really tough on him, not letting him ease into doing anything, and every time she left the room, Ray would slur out how much he didn't like her. So now he has to rest. And he'll be bored out of his mind. But he's okay. Pray that his recovery is quick!

Drumroll please...

I picked a job! I decided to take the internship with the Marcus Institute. Well, Fernbank hasn't actually called me back yet, but I made the choice anyway. See, while I was in the second interview at Fernbank, I discovered that the job would be Tuesday through Saturday, and I panicked a little. When will I see friends, family? What about weekends to run errands with Ray? So as I was weighing my options (with anyone and everyone willing to pretend to listen) that kept coming up. Ray, in his usual thoughtful way, asked me, "Anna, even though you like the Fernbank job, even if it's a salary, not hourly pay, even though the people are nice, if the internship were a Tuesday through Saturday job, would you do it?" Well, the answer was yes. Plus, I felt really comfortable in the office and with the people, and it just seemed like there was a reason the supervisor would pick me over other candidates even though I have to take a week off right before their biggest event of the year to get married. Seemed like a God thing, so here I am. Working with the Marcus Institute of Children's Healthcare of Atlanta doing event planning for two months. Thankfully I have a future hubby who didn't care (much) about pay and really wanted me to do something I enjoyed for something I truly care about. Ray joked today about how I fulfilled my life timeline after all, albiet in a crunched time period. Degree, job, marriage. From ten or so years to three months. Wow. Hopefully it will lead to something permanent.

And it had better! I have been through the ringer for these people! An hour-long online application, two phone screens, an interview, a background check, drug screen and a physical, and I have orientation next week. I had to get a tetanus shot, a hepatitis B vaccine (with two follow-ups later), a TB test (with another follow-up), and a blood test for chicken pox immunity. My arms are a teensy sore. So anyway, as of Monday, I join the rest of suburban Atlanta in the 1.5-hour crawl to and from the city. Yay!

Pun-ny person

I tend to make lots of bad jokes and puns. Most of you know to laugh or smile and nod, thinking, this is such an endearing trait of Anna's, she's such a cool person. At least I hope you think that. (Don't tell me if you believe otherwise...ignorance is bliss.) But sometimes they just slip out without me knowing at some fairly inopportune times. I can't help it, I laugh a lot, and no one else gets my unintentioned wit. Like, um, at my job interview yesterday?

I was asked to pick a musician whose shoes I'd like to walk in for a day, and after thinking about what a strange question that was for a science museum director to ask, I picked Beethoven because I love classical music and his inspiring story struck a chord with me.

Let that one sink in.

Beethoven. Classical music. Struck a chord.

In a JOB INTERVIEW!

My interviewer had this bewildered look on her face, like "maybe someone who tries that hard and fails so miserably to make a VP of development laugh should. not. be hired." She chuckled politely, kept taking her notes, while I felt all the heat in my body zoom to my face to make me look like an American flag with the blue shirt I was wearing. I was eternally grateful she never really looked up from her page, because after that pun, I doubt she'd expect to see Old Glory flying in the interviewee seat of her office.

But hopefully, she has a sense of humor. Maybe not my sense of humor, because that takes a special person (not "don't eat the paste" special*, a "unique, God made her that way because He loves her" special), but one that can see through nervous puns to the awesomeness underneath.

Hopefully.

*Gilmore Girls fans (a.k.a. Brooke) who read this blog, that was for you.

Spellcheck, Anyone?

For those of you who don't know, I'm kind of a grammar and spelling nerd. I absolutely love them, so much that one of my favorite books is a grammar book (but a NY Times best-seller, not a textbook) and when I came to college I actually missed entering spelling bees every year. So I tend to get really peeved when people mess them up. Grammar's sort of understandable, because if you think about it too much, the English language makes absolutely no sense. Learn the basics and I'll forgive you for screwing the technical stuff up. And spelling is part of that nonsensical English.

BUT! There is a thing called a dictionary. For the ones who are glued to their computer screens/iPhones/Blackberries, there is a site called dictionary.com. They're both simple ways to learn how to spell some oft-tricky words. but there are some words that people just, apparently, think are spelled one way because many others misspell them all the time, making it seem like the correct spelling. Or Spellcheck changes it for you, so you don't know you got it wrong, and when you use it somewhere else that doesn't have the magic dictionary it looks dumb. So I get really ticked off when people misspell two words (well, lots of words, but these especially): desperate and definitely. Why do people think an extra a should make an appearance in either of these words? Desparate, definately. It just looks wrong. Can't you, O misguided, dictionary-lacking person, see that? Nope, apparently not. You just go on your merry little way, thinking you should have made it past the second round in your fourth grade spelling bee because you're still convinced the word dolphin has two ls.

Is there a list of the most commonly misspelled words? That doesn't include homonyms and the like (stationery/stationary, their/there/they're, etc.), but words that people just can't get right? I desperately think those should definitely be on the top of the list. So please, if you think you make these innocent mistakes, fix it. For the love of our bizarre English language, at least get these words right.

Day o' Shopping

Whew! I don't think I've shopped that long or so purposefully in a looonnnngggg time. I entered my first store at 1 p.m and left the last at 10:30. Okay, so there was a little driving and dinner in between, but altogether (is that a word?) it was probably six to seven hours. And it was not fun. Waaay too much to look for in one day. Just today, I was looking for:

- dresses (one for the rehearsal dinner and another to leave the wedding in--lame, yes. Necessary, of course.)
- an assortment of wedding day attire, mainly shoes (because I'm taking my dress to be altered tomorrow and I just yesterday got the bright idea to check to see of the shoes I already had matched my dress. They don't.)
- another outfit/suit for my interview because I'm really paranoid they'd notice the same one
- jewelry and shoes for my shower this weekend because I wanted to wear my new brown dress and I (of course) didn;t have any brown shoes that matched.

So basically every department of every store in the mall got to see my shining face today. Because running around like a madwoman tends to make me hot and sweaty and we'll just say I was "glistening" by the end of the night. But, Ray was coming to town from Ellijay and met me at the mall. When he's in a good mood, he's actually a pretty good shopping buddy. Who doesn't want to hear constantly how beautiful they are even when clothes don't fit? (Sorry for the cheese, but I got a good one!) And I managed to pick up some things on my list, and a few extras that I "needed". You, know, the stuff that you always say, "I should get that," and never do? Like, a new wallet and brown pumps? Besides, I've been talking about needing a wallet for awhile and every time something comes up I need new shoes. I just knew I'd need brown work shoes eventually, so why not now when JC Penney's is having a sale? But the only thing I didn't get were wedding shoes. First of all, it's impossible to find ivory shoes, and second, do shoe designers think that everyone who wants ivory shoes needs to add four inches to the bottom of her feet? I really think one day I might open a shoe store for girls with short, wide feet with tall arches and the need to stay close to the ground instead of weebling on five-inch spikes. So anyway, we're just going to take the shoes I have and then every pair I try on we're going to measure the heel to make sure it's around two inches (in case you wanted to know).

Enough if my shopping soliloquy. Off to bed.

Freaking out

For those of you who have already heard me rambling about this, sorry. For those of you who haven't, oh. my. goodness. I got a call back from the interview I had yesterday. I just scheduled a meeting with the Vice President of Development at a museum. A BIG museum. After all this time, I now really might have to make a choice. Granted, it depends on how well the second interview goes, but still. Options? Choices? I figured I'd take the first job that came to me and thank my lucky stars someone didn't care how little experience I have. But two came at the same time. Hmmm. Good problem to have, but which to pick? Hourly-waged internship for two months doing something that would be really fun for an organization I really care about without the guarantee of a full-time position later, or full-time, salaried position for a cool museum doing lots of different things that, while not something I dreamed of doing, would also be really fun? (That was a really long sentence...sorry. I ramble without punctuation.) Ray keeps telling mt to follow my heart. Thanks Ray. Big help from my hubby-to-be. (But really, he wants me to be happy.)

But I have a little time to think. Lots actually. But now I'm off to something that keeps my mind of problems...shopping!

Have I ever told you...

How awesome Google Analytics really is? Or maybe it's just the random things that pop up. In the past few days, I've had people from Indiana, New York, Texas and California (by the way, I need serious geography lessons--I thought Indiana was Ohio) visit my blog. I've had a few people come directly to the site (which is probably just my friends adding me to favorites or something?). And a select few found my blog searching for... (are you ready?)... "ihop ellijay," "ellijay ihop," "chick-fil-a coming to ellijay," and "80s fashion weddings." I get that I said a redeeming quality of Ellijay is the fact that it's getting an Ihop and a Chick-fil-A (survival restaurants, people), but why is someone searching blogs? Will corporate location finders not do the job well enough? Did you need to get some local's opinion on the situation? Maybe someone is being transferred from Texas or Indiana or (I feel really sorry for them if this is the case) New York and they thought, "Man, what am I going to do in Ellijay? WAIT! Maybe they have an Ihop! That'll make it all better!" (Ahhh, kindred spirit... spirits, actually, because two people searched for this.)

And for anyone wanting an 80s fashion wedding, DO. NOT. DO IT. Bad idea. You may love 80s parties and think the music is rockin' and people may even tell you that you look like Debbie Gibson and your fiance looks like he could be in NKOTB (before they got old), but you. will. regret it. Your children probably will too. Blue eyeshadow and that side ponytail never look as good in pictures. And you'll probably end up on 1. America's Funniest Home Videos (because something disastrously funny always seems to happen at theme weddings), 2. Wedding Dos and Don'ts on E!, or 3. What not to Wear. Ten years after your blessed event, someone on tv will make fun of you. Lots.

ONE MONTH TO GO!!!

Yup, that's it. September 4 to October 4. WHOA!!! I'm actually getting excited again. For awhile there I was pretty down, kinda over the whole planning thing because it was getting boring/frustrating. BUT I found two things that keep me going: Take frequent peeks at my dress, and check out the website/blog for our honeymoon cabin rental every so often. Just to keep things in perspective.

Just call me Sneezy!

So I have allergies. Indoor allergies, mostly. Cats, dogs, dust. But I love cats, dogs. Not so much dust. And since I got home, they just wouldn't stop bothering me. Sneezing, runny eyes, the whole bit. I finally caved and took some Claritin. And it was great! (Insert choir Ahh-ing majestically here) I could breathe! And see. But last night I took Zyrtec to see if it worked any better. Well, maybe, but it knocked me out. I slept for 10 and 1/2 hours and still had to force myself out of bed. I'm still groggy. So I got to thinking that basically my body is going to adjust to living on Claritin and even after the wedding I'm going to have to take it everyday to keep myself living normally. I didn't take it for a few hours and I thought my sinuses were going to swell shut. Not something I'd like to deal with. Any suggestions on how to get rid of all this? Ugh. Sneeze. Bless me.

Good week...

Things are lookin' up! I have another job interview this week! Tomorrow, to be exact. Just like the last one, I'd rather not say anything about it. But since the other is over, I'm okay with spilling a little info. I interviewed with the Marcus Autism Center with Children's Healthcare of Atlanta to intern with their event planning and development department. Just an internship, but one that I really like with an organization I care about. The one tomorrow is for a real job... completely different from the internship but with a huge non-profit in Atlanta. Ooh, I get nervous and really excited just thinking about it. But it's another one that I think I could do well and really enjoy. So we'll see. The problem is, I tend to over-analyze and over-think. This one is in Decatur...can't live in Ellijay... where would we live? Would Ray get a new job immediately? And on and on. But I'm finally getting called back for all these applications I've been sending in. I was getting really discouraged because I've been sending my resume places since I graduated. I thought no one wanted me, but finally people are responding. Yay! And, since yesterday I was overtaken by a burst of a need to be productive, I wrote thank you cards for my shower! The day after my shower! Look at me, being on top of things.

Miscellaneous wedding updates (for those of you who care)

• We picked up the bridesmaid's dresses! Sooo purple. Sooo pretty. And I got my veil! Not so purple (nope, ivory), just as pretty.
• My mom bought me the necklace I've been wanting! Yay! It's so different from anything else I've found and I didn't think I was going to be able to wear it. Now I just need old, borrowed, and blue!
• We met with Nancy at Great Oaks to talk details. Vendors, layout, timeline (or, in her words, flow). A two hour meeting, but it made me feel a lot better about the wedding weekend.
• The guys got measured for tuxes and Ray and I have to choose them tomorrow. Small probs getting people there on time, but as long as they show up at the wedding on time, I'm okay. But they should remember that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Especially a high-strung woman in a wedding dress who better not have anyone screw up her day... But in terms of choosing tuxes, not really sure what I can say. A tux is a tux as long as there's not camouflage, lariats or canes and top hats.
• Ray and I also started trying to pick out songs. Not fun. Lots of music playing on two different computers, and it's kind of hard when I'm trying to get the groom to pick something he doesn't care about.
• More forms... we had to fill out a personality profile-type-thing for photography... It's hard. Do you put down words that really describe your personality or what you wish you were? I would love to say I'm elegant and graceful, but chances are that Kate or Matt or a random guest will get multiple pictures of me tripping, falling, or spilling food on my white dress. Because while some people might find photos capturing these events or ones of me making weird faces endearing and a true depiction of my personality, I might fail to see the humor. Until the day I can show them to my children and say, "See? I was always one step away from being in a cast, too!"
• I had my first shower today, hosted by my soon-to-be in-laws (how's that for all you hyphen Nazis! Am I the only one? Ohhhh-kay...) It was great, Diana held it at a little B & B in Dallas, and we all know I love old houses. Good chicken, good salad, good tea, good company, great gifts. Ray got his rice cooker and was really excited when I told him we got a chopper/scooper (?), and I was really excited about the bedspread and our luggage. I surprisingly enjoyed myself. I usuallly hate dressing up and all the girly wedding stuff, but hey, opening gifts I know I like make it easy. And who doesn't like to be the center of attention?

So I think that's it. I go in for my fitting next week, I'm still trying to get hold of a salon to do my hair, and I have to get tanned and waxed and manicured (stuff that I'm hoping will be the only time... never done any of it before), so maybe by the wedding others' work to make me look like a girl will cover all my stress. Hope with me, people. I need all the help I can get.

GooOOOOO DAWGS!!!

Georgia started off its season right, beating GA Southern! Hopefully we can keep the season going even with some of our best players out for the season. And the new Uga, Uga VII (Loran's Best, by his official given name) is very cute. Hopefully he'll do a good job. But he seems to have a slight problem with his tongue draping out of the right side of his mouth. Maybe his trainers can get that fixed before he looks as goofy as some of his predecessors (have you seen pictures of Uga II? Special. That dog was special.)

Making words plural is so cools.

Why have younger people (I thought it was middle/high schoolers, but it's seeping into my age bracket) started puralizing words when it doesn't make any sense? "I loves it," "Hecks yes, I'll be there!" Is the extra "s" really necessary? Does it add some certain emphasis that can't be expressed through italicizing or underlining or even, since those aren't available on your facebook wall, simply hitting your Caps Lock key for a few letters? It makes us look ignorant. And simple-minded. And foolish. Text-speak is one thing, but people. An extra "s"? With all the slang and extra words we've already created for the English language, this is what we resort to? Just stop. Before we screw up the next generation's grammatic futures permanently.

For reals.

Argh.

Seriously, Dish Network, must you lose reception when the Olympic closing ceremony is on? I get that it's storming outside, and satellites are a little finicky with clouds, but the opening and closing ceremonies are the best parts of the Olympics. I love it. the artistry, the people, the spectacle of it all. Dish Network, fix your system, please.

Amen, Sister. Amen.

I completely agree. If God wanted us to have spikes on our feet... well, he would have put them there. Obviously he though height only looked good on giraffes.

(Postcard's from PostSecret...check it out)

No sleep + rainy day =

Today is a good day for a nap. I got about 4 hours of light sleep in due to my lovely allergy-induced wheeze/cough attack, and since it's supposed to rain all day today (thanks, Fay!) I'm very looking forward til I get home from church and can curl up in some kind of allergen-free blanket and get some sleep. That's all. I'm up early and needed something to do.

It's MEEE! And RAAAY!

Sort of. Leslie told me about this site where you can make your own manga character (excuse me if I'm behind the times), so I made one of me. Then I did one for her because she was wondering if the one she did had any resemblance (check it out on her blog). And of course I had to try to make one into Ray. What do you think?

Random thoughts that need to leave the head

1. We had dinner at this restaurant in Marietta called the Rib Ranch. Mmm, I love barbeque.

2. All but two of the 150-160 invitations are finally out... and we're already getting RSVPs back! I like having something to look forward to in the mail. I wish people still had pen pals. Maybe I'll be one of those people who sends cards. But then I don't know who would send them to me.

3. I love my grandparents. Why? Out of many reasons, they so predictably follow etiquette rules. Of course they're coming to my wedding, but I knew that their RSVP card would come within the first five we got back. Guess what. We got five back today. And theirs was one of them. Family is awesome.

4. I'm discovering that as much as I love new clothes and I love looking at nice things in stores, I really hate shopping for anything but maybe tennis shoes. I like to say I hate shopping for dresses. But then what about dress pants? Jeans never fit (for all the girls of the world who claim to have rears that don't fit in pants, you'd think someone would make a line that fit a girl's behind-- I can't even fit into Apple Bottoms). And the way they make shirts with those puffy sleeves and bands at the end you'd think girls had toothpicks for arms. Brooke tells me I should call my limbs "muscular." I say even when my arms were muscular they had trouble fitting into clothes. Let's not even begin with how bustlines fit me. I know, every girl complains about how clothes fit. But a lot of it's me. My size has been fluctuating both directions for the past few years so I have lots of clothes. But every time I need to wear one thing, it's too big or small and I have to go buy it again. And whenever I look for shoes, I always think, "I don't need those, they aren't brown or black, and the heels are too high and the toes are too pointy." But I always really enjoy looking at tennis shoes. Cute ones, practical ones. They're sturdy, reliable.

5. I actually started cleaning my room today. I still keep getting distracted by searching for jobs. I can't decide which one I want to do more.

6. There will probably be more of these to come. I have lots of random thoughts. Sorry I've been boring lately, but when your life consists of job hunting, telling yourself to clean your room and watching Little House on the Prairie, there's not much to talk about but what the voices inside your head are saying.

USA! USA!

Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh just won the gold! (And how many medals do they get?) Yay! I think it's cool how Misty May's childhood role model was there to see her win the gold (Jason somebody? a basketball player), and I like how she remembers her mom by scattering her ashes in the sand because she was a volleyball player too.

So I am now done with the Olympics. Swimming's done, gymnastics are over, and volleyball dominated, so everything that's remotely interesting to me is finished. Yes, we'll still record it til Sunday, but I'm through.

Anyway, I officially want to be Misty May. She is awesome. Kerri too, but go Misty.

A Wedding Vent

I am so sick and tired of looking at invitations and addresses and everything wedding. Designing my own because I didn't like traditional ones? Hate them now. Trying to get the wording right so they sound like real invitations? Ummm, how many weddings have I really been to? I don't know what invitations are supposed to say. Using purple for my color? I never want to see an eggplant again. Lilies? My favorite flower? Never again. I'd be happy to take a weed eater and whack the heck out of any orange flower I see on the side of the road. (And for anyone who thinks orange and purple don't go together, get over it. It looks good, it's better that pink and green and I don't care what you think.) Shoes and music and photography...

Remember when I said brides should use weeds to make things easy? Nevermind. Elope. It's the ultimate easy decision. But then I guess you have to deal with the crap from everyone when you get home. So weigh your options. Don't listen to the girl who's going to have a nervous breakdown before six weeks is up.

At least we finally got a ring for Ray. Sort of. We ordered one, titanium, that came in after about five weeks. Ray tried it on, it was too big. So I took it back to order a smaller size because titanium can't be sized (and because with seven weeks til the wedding it's cutting it close), and guess what? The store was closing. And not taking any more orders. Thankfully my mom was there and she got them to take it back for me (she's a little more fiery than I am) even though the receipt says no returns or exchanges. So Ray and I searched for rings again on Sunday. And we ordered the exact same ring from a different store in a smaller size after hunting for a different one for two hours. Let's hope this one fits (but this store will exchange it).

And since invitations have been consuming my time, here's a little more for you. Have you ever heard of defective envelopes? I have. We bought these cool sponge pens to seal them, but oh, no. Water wasn't enough for these. Neither was licking them (apparently I believed saliva has some special kind of sealing agent). So we had to resort to glue sticks. And it still didn't work. These things just didn't want to be sealed. I think the little gummy people who live on sticky strips were resisting, pushing up their arms, shouting "Noooooo!!!!" in tiny squeally voices (did you know they're distant relatives to Smurfs?). Yeah, that nervous breakdown? It's coming. Anyway, I was up til one last night re-gluing invitations. So if any of you get sticky envelopes from me for the wedding, sorry. At least it was closed. And if you can't open it? Good, I did my job.

And another tip, make the guest list early with everyone you could possibly invite on it so you know how many people you're inviting and you can argue about it before you address invitations. Never leave the option open to say, "Hey, we forgot them! What's their address? We should invite them... they probably won't come anyway." Because it's not fun. Trust me. I think my Bridezilla tail started growing this weekend just because of the stupid invitations.

Everybody else is doing it...

Talking about the Olympics, I mean. So here I go. Honestly, it's getting old. I'm tired of watching them. The same thing over and over. And over again, when Brooke records it and watches it the next morning (c'mon, Brooke, hardcore fans stay up late to watch these things). But anyway, here are my thoughts. Most of this can be filed under my "This. is. Ridiculous." section:

-Hero worship.

We all know who I'm refering to. Yes, he's an amazing swimmer. But calling him the best athlete ever just because he happened to be able to enter eight events? What about the events where they have to compete multiple times just to win one medal? Rowing, track, boxing, weightlifting... and have you been following our basketball teams? The men have been crushing every team they play and the women's smallest lead was something like 37 points (thanks Ray). My personal favorite, U.S. women's beach volleyball, has been killing. Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh have played 10 games and are playing in the semi-finals tonight. So basically if they win the gold they will have played around 14 or 16 matches. Shouldn't they get 14 or 16 gold medals for playing in all those games? Mmm-hmm.

And... ummm, hello? A few of M.P.'s races were relays. That involved multiple people. But who's getting all the glory? Yeah. What about that one where we came from behind and won? Michael Phelps didn't win his leg. And did anyone else see that piece NBC did about how M.P. was genetically built to be a swimmer? Sure, he's tall and double-jointed. But the fact that he has broad shoulders and a flat backside comes from him being a swimmer. Look around, NBC reporter, all the other athletes on the platform (and pretty much across the Olympic athlete board) have broad shoulders and flat backsides, including most of the women. Even Facebook called him out among the rest of the winners for congrats. Don't get me wrong, he seems like a great, humble guy and he's easy on the eyes, but give other athletes credit too.

- Media coverage.

I already mentioned some problems I have earlier, but I'm going to focus on NBC being stupid right now. They paid millions of dollars to get exclusive coverage of the Olympics. And now they're not letting any other media have video of the events. They could make soooo much money for that if they wanted. And besides, that's not being a very good sport, is it?

-Sports that shouldn't be sports. Or in the Olympics.

Badmitton. Handball. Ping pong.

And then there are the sports that already have world championships or should. Soccer and tennis players already compete across the world. Baseball and softball are being taken out this year. What keeps basketball in?

Who makes these decisions? They have some 'splainin' to do.

Good day, bad day... it's the little things

Oh, the highs and lows. Today was just one of those days where you can't figure out how you want to feel. You kinda just have to pick which mood is going to take over. Some things were related, some weren't. Well, here we go...

The good: I got my invitations today!
The bad: There are a few snafus... details later because there are still discussions to be made.

The good: I had a doctor's appointment today.
The bad: They didn't have me scheduled. But I threatened to sit in the office til they closed because there was no way I was going to come back again.
And back to good: They said since it was their mistake, they could try to fit me in and my wait was still only 30 minutes (for a five-minute appointment, but hey, focus on the positive)!

The bad: I spent all day writing cover letters.
The really really really good: I got a call back for an awesome internship! (But you can't know what it is yet... don't want to jinx myself!) Now Ray and I have to consider where we're living (again). We're trying to let the chips fall where they may and decide what to do once we have all the info.

The good: I got Ray's ring!
The bad: Ray decided to lose eight pounds since we ordered it, it's titanium and can't be resized. Hmmm.

The bad: Filling my tank today cost me 55 dollars.
The good: I was able to fill my tank! I follow gas partly by mileage because my old car's gas gage was broken and I ran out a few times (fun stories, ask if you want to hear them) and I haven't been able to track it recently because it's been a few dollars here and there.

Other bad news: I got a migraine today driving home. It's a weird experience for me. I know they're coming because I lose vision in the left side of my left eye. Kinda freaky, but it turns a little kaleidoscope-y on the edges. But once the vision comes back, the migraine comes too.

I had another wedding nightmare last night. For those of you who don't know, for about two or three years I've been having dreams about a wedding from hell. Bad '80s dresses, people shuffling around everywhere, fires, hurricanes, you name it. The thing is, the closer we've gotten to the wedding, the more real the details become. Last night's was the most real one ever--it was at Great Oaks, I was in my dress, all the vendors I mentioned were the ones we've booked--but none of them showed up. I walked down the aisle with no flowers, the people were sitting on the ground, we ate hotdogs from the corner gas station and had rocks on the table because the staffs quit. Not too bad for normal people, but for a control freak like me who has this vision for the day, I had a small problem with the dream. But I'm dealing.

Other good news (keep in mind that it's the little things in life that make me happy): I'm fascinated with this new nail polish I bought. Usually I'm not too girly, but I'm trying to keep my nails in okay condition so wedding pics of my hands don't look like a man's. My nails are pretty weak and brittle, so I have to keep sonmthing on them. I'm pretty rough on may hands, so polish typically lasts, oh, a day. But this new stuff, Sally Hansen's Hard as Wraps, has lasted since last Friday without chipping! A miracle...

Spiff is back on the radio! Growing up, we always listened to Randy and Spiff in the mornings on Fox 97 Oldies. I was sooo disappointed when the station went under. Then Atlanta got a new oldies station that I listen to constantly and this afternoon, Spiff was on! It's like having a cool uncle around again.

I found a florist! So much easier this time around.

And since this this post is too long, I'm going to go. Do something. Anything.

Finger on the Globe

Have you ever done that before? Closed your eyes, spun a globe, put your finger down, landed on some random island in the Pacific and said, "Someday I'm going to live there"? I have. And I can tell you, the places where Ray and I were contemplating living were already on the short list of places I didn't care to live in. Let me tell you, trying to find a place between Atlanta and Ellijay is pretty tough when Ellijay is 80 miles away. But this weekend, we made a decision. Not Woodstock, not Canton.

Ellijay.

I am officially moving to the hills. Blue Ridge hills, not like the MTV Hills (that I really hope someone else watches), because that's a whole lot more glamorous and I'm sure it would be easier to find jobs because, let's face it, the north Georgia mountains don't offer as many places to work as L.A. does. Unless I wanted to work at Taco Bell or Wal-Mart. But, really, it's the best decision, and I'm okay with it. It's cheaper, so it gives me more time to find a real job that I actually want instead of taking any job I can find. I can look for part-time internships or jobs that'll give me experience. And Ray loves his job and I'm okay with giving a little since he waited for two years for me to graduate. It's good, and at least we'll be there for the prettiest time of year (have I told you yet that I looooovvvvve the fall?). Now, after all this time learning how to drive really fast between Athens and Dallas, I have to slow down because Ellijay drivers apparently don't have to hurry.

But a reason to rejoice: Ellijay is getting a Chick-fil-A and an IHOP. Ray and I actually drove almost an hour over a mountain to Dalton Sunday just because he wanted pancakes and I wanted an omelette. Even though Ray sprained his ankle Saturday (we played tennis--yes, I was winning :) ) and it was throbbing the whole time, we wanted IHOP. Not just Bisquick or eggs from the Piggly Wiggly, but it had to be the International House of Pancakes. Yeah, we're that cool. So we get good chicken and some breakfast food. YAY.

On the subject of jobs, I'm getting creative looking in the mountains. I'm really going to have to sell myself. Any hints? (Please, no stiletto or fishnet jokes.)

Now I'm in the process of finding florists. It's fun. For anyone wanting to plan a wedding... use weeds. It's easier. Don't get this grand idea of flowers overflowing from tables and altars. Weeds grow in the backyard. And they overflow. Easy.

Off to eat dinner!

Moving Forward

I've been a little overwhelmed lately. Remember me posting about my friend Miley? On Monday night I got the news that a friend of Ray's sister lost his son Lane in a drowning accident at the beach on Saturday. He was three. We actually saw this kid every time we visited Kim, so we knew him a little bit. Sweet kid, and so tragic.

Along those lines, Brooke and I went to Miley's memorial service yesterday. It was long (almost three hours) and lots of people (around 40) spoke, but that's just a small testament to how many people she touched and what an amazing person she was. The service was inspiring, lots of laughs, and if you knew Miley, it's the way she would want it to be. There's a reason her nickname was Smiley Miley. We'll miss you, Miley.

On top of that, I still have lots to do around the house. To get this out of the way... yes, I still have wedding planning to do. (This is getting so old. So cliche. So sorry. It'll be over soon. 58 days, to be exact, but then you get to hear me talk about the actual wedding.) The florist we were going to use didn't call us to tell us she was booked, so we've been trying to work stuff out with other (more expensive) florists we've already talked to. And all the little details have to be worked out this month. We have to submit decor proposals to Great Oaks, finalize music, fill out final forms, call the caterer, get invitations out, blah, blah, blah. Side note: What do you think of inner envelopes for invitations? Not the addressed envelopes for RSVP cards, but the extra envelope that has the less formal names of the guest. I think they're useless and slightly annoying, but the mom wants them and they're actually causing us some big problems.

Guess what. I still haven't unpacked. Well, I haven't organized my stuff. See, I didn't really pack when I left Athens because of the time crunch, I more, well, threw things into my car as I found them. And when we got back to Dallas, I threw things into my room. Now there is a three-foot pile of clothes, blankets, lamps, clocks, etc. on my entire floor. Circling my bed. I have a path from the door to my bed, but that's the only wiggle room I have. I actually woke up the other morning with my head in the middle of the bed and the bottom half of my body resting on the suitcases at the foot of the bed. So today's the day I clean. Really.

I also need to start looking for jobs again. I had to take a break with so much going on, but I need to start that again too. Yay. So anyway, I'm done procrastinating for the morning and I'm off to do the stuff I just wrote about. I will be productive!