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!