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.