My entire family has discovered a way to slim down for the upcoming June 16 nuptuals.
It all started with my little neice Anna Claire. You see, about 3 weeks ago, she got a stomach bug. She promptly passed it on to her mother (my sister Julie), who passed it on to MY mother, who passed it on to Matt and Amy, who passed it on to Cal at the beach over spring break, who passed it on to me. I was the last, I suppose, out of consideration for the bride. She needs to look the best on the Big Day, right? So she has the least time left to gain back the weight that the virus took off. And took off quickly. And unabashedly.
I woke up with my bout of the illness on Easter Sunday around 6:30 am. The violence of the virus lasted until about 1 a.m. that night, but I have still not felt up to eating anything, and it's now two days later. As of this morning, I was down 6 pounds. 6 pounds! That's like $40 worth of Weight Watchers fees!
Although it was quick, it was NOT painless, and I don't recommend the Diet to anyone. Now, back to my gatorade...
3.18.2007
News!
(Yes, he got down on one knee. Yes, I cried. He did, too. It was all very heavenly. Very perfect!)3.15.2007
National Pi Day
Check out my math teacher sister at her school on Pi Day. She also made the front page of the Thomasville Times Enterprise with the picture below. Pretty funny.
(Yes, folks, the entire Terry Family are dorks. Geeks, if you will. Nerds, even.)
2.08.2007
Long "Lost" Sisters? You decide.
*If you don't understand this post, reread the end of my previous one.
Dreams
Following in line with Bryan's most recent post about his dream, I, too, had a strange and rather disturbing one last night. I dreamed that I had accidentally uploaded some rather scandalous photos of myself onto my blog. By the time I realized my mistake, about two minutes later, I already had NINE comments, some from friends who I didn't even realize knew about my blog. I wonder if this is the modern-day, technology friendly version of the I've-come-to-work-naked-and-can't-find-my-clothes dream.
I should clarify that I don't actually have any scandalous photos of myself to upload, even if I ever wanted to (which I wouldn't). The most scandalous photos I've ever taken were of me in my bathing suit when I was in high school. My friend, Kelly, took them, and we were going to give one to my boyfriend as a Valentine's present. Yes, that's icky to think of now. Fortunately my mom found them and flew off the handle before they made it into his hands. I was so mad.
Isn't that funny, given what today's teens are posting on their Web sites for all the world to see? I mean... my bathing suit. I have a picture of me in my bathing suit (with other folks, too, of course) on my refrigerator. But it sure was scandalous at the time.
Anyway...
Have any of you noticed that Rebecca looks like Juliet on Lost?
I should clarify that I don't actually have any scandalous photos of myself to upload, even if I ever wanted to (which I wouldn't). The most scandalous photos I've ever taken were of me in my bathing suit when I was in high school. My friend, Kelly, took them, and we were going to give one to my boyfriend as a Valentine's present. Yes, that's icky to think of now. Fortunately my mom found them and flew off the handle before they made it into his hands. I was so mad.
Isn't that funny, given what today's teens are posting on their Web sites for all the world to see? I mean... my bathing suit. I have a picture of me in my bathing suit (with other folks, too, of course) on my refrigerator. But it sure was scandalous at the time.
Anyway...
Have any of you noticed that Rebecca looks like Juliet on Lost?
1.31.2007
My Bridget post for the month
Hurrah for Singletons! Hurrah for people who recognize that there IS value in NOT being a smug married! Hurrah for a perfect follow-up article to my last entry!
(Love #'s 1, 3, 6, 8, and 9. Hurrah for sexy bodies! Hurrah for messy houses! Hurrah for friends! Hurrah for travel! Hurrah for sleep! Hurrah! Hurrah!)
(Unfortunately, #5 doesn't fly with Christian singles. Sigh. It's the most major DISadvantage that I've been able to find thus far. That and not having anyone immediately handy to open the mayonnaise jar or take out the trash. Sigh.)
(Love #'s 1, 3, 6, 8, and 9. Hurrah for sexy bodies! Hurrah for messy houses! Hurrah for friends! Hurrah for travel! Hurrah for sleep! Hurrah! Hurrah!)
(Unfortunately, #5 doesn't fly with Christian singles. Sigh. It's the most major DISadvantage that I've been able to find thus far. That and not having anyone immediately handy to open the mayonnaise jar or take out the trash. Sigh.)
1.29.2007
Living (and Loving) in the Present
This weekend, FPC had its annual Women's Retreat. For reasons that I cannot totally understand, this "retreat" is actually no such thing, as it takes place at ... FPC. In the past we've gone to Forsyth, and I found that even more irritating. I mean, Forsyth? Seriously? We'd stay at a dumpy little motel right off the Interstate, 20 miles north of Macon. If I'm retreating, at least make it a mountain retreat, or a lakeside retreat, or even a Callaway Gardens retreat, or something. Right?
But I digress. The speaker, Amanda Bailey, was great. It's the third year that she's come, and I've yet to be disappointed. And that's certainly saying something for me, as you all know very very well how very very much I dread all things "Women" and "Ladies" and so on. And the music! Someone at FPC had a rare moment of unstuffy enlightenment and recruited the Redeemer boys to lead. Hurray for Redeemer boys! The few single girls in attendance were swooning, I must say.
The focus of the weekend was the topic of Biblical joy, which stems from true, Biblical contentment. As an adult (my teen years are a different story), I have rarely struggled with contentment. My personality is such that I don't worry much about things, sometimes to a point of sinful laziness. In graduate school, my lack of worry led to miserable all-night paper-writing sessions, for example.
Anyway, God has blessed me with a laid back, take-things-as-they-come attitude. My realization of God's total and complete sovereignty a few years ago did nothing but strengthen this blessing. However, in the last six months or so, I have allowed others to penetrate that wall of contentment and plant seeds of doubt in my mind about God's absolute power and control in my life. I have let the well-meaning nagging of friends and loved ones begin to crack my peace that God will work things out when and how He sees fit.
A couple of weeks ago, I was talking to my beloved friend Meredith on my way back to Macon from my niece's first birthday. Strangely enough, she is dealing with the exact same situation that I'm in, and her joyful and positive perspective allowed me to see the sin of discontent in my life.
The worst part about it all is that, in the grumbling and whining and nagging and pouting that I had been doing about the future, I was missing out on (and perhaps even sabotaging) the exciting things that were happening in the present. Never again will I be in this phase of my life, being able to enjoy the things that I experience on a day-to-day basis. My preoccupation with the future was robbing me of joyfully living my present.
During that conversation with Mere, something clicked. God transformed my outlook on my present life. I am now able to roll my eyes at the aggravating questions and the nagging and the why-not-yets of my friends, family, and acquaintances and TRULY walk away without the doubts overtaking my happiness and satisfaction with the way things are now. And since then, I've been amazed at how much I have LOVED the way things are now.
So the future? Who cares. Right now, I wanna live and enjoy and relish... the right now.
But I digress. The speaker, Amanda Bailey, was great. It's the third year that she's come, and I've yet to be disappointed. And that's certainly saying something for me, as you all know very very well how very very much I dread all things "Women" and "Ladies" and so on. And the music! Someone at FPC had a rare moment of unstuffy enlightenment and recruited the Redeemer boys to lead. Hurray for Redeemer boys! The few single girls in attendance were swooning, I must say.
The focus of the weekend was the topic of Biblical joy, which stems from true, Biblical contentment. As an adult (my teen years are a different story), I have rarely struggled with contentment. My personality is such that I don't worry much about things, sometimes to a point of sinful laziness. In graduate school, my lack of worry led to miserable all-night paper-writing sessions, for example.
Anyway, God has blessed me with a laid back, take-things-as-they-come attitude. My realization of God's total and complete sovereignty a few years ago did nothing but strengthen this blessing. However, in the last six months or so, I have allowed others to penetrate that wall of contentment and plant seeds of doubt in my mind about God's absolute power and control in my life. I have let the well-meaning nagging of friends and loved ones begin to crack my peace that God will work things out when and how He sees fit.
A couple of weeks ago, I was talking to my beloved friend Meredith on my way back to Macon from my niece's first birthday. Strangely enough, she is dealing with the exact same situation that I'm in, and her joyful and positive perspective allowed me to see the sin of discontent in my life.
The worst part about it all is that, in the grumbling and whining and nagging and pouting that I had been doing about the future, I was missing out on (and perhaps even sabotaging) the exciting things that were happening in the present. Never again will I be in this phase of my life, being able to enjoy the things that I experience on a day-to-day basis. My preoccupation with the future was robbing me of joyfully living my present.
During that conversation with Mere, something clicked. God transformed my outlook on my present life. I am now able to roll my eyes at the aggravating questions and the nagging and the why-not-yets of my friends, family, and acquaintances and TRULY walk away without the doubts overtaking my happiness and satisfaction with the way things are now. And since then, I've been amazed at how much I have LOVED the way things are now.
So the future? Who cares. Right now, I wanna live and enjoy and relish... the right now.
1.10.2007
For the Maconites among us
This list is being passed around Macon, and I think it's pretty funny. The problem with posting it on my blog, however, is that it will make NO sense to those of you who don't live here. So this is for all of you who live or have ever lived in Macon, and if you don't fit that mold (lucky you?) please forgive:
You know you’ve lived in Macon too long when…
1. You can correctly pronounce Pio Nono, Tobesofkee, and Ocmulgee. (I would add Zebulon, too.)
2. Nu-Way hotdogs actually taste good to you.
3. Houston County doesn’t make you think of Texas.
4. You miss the Whoopee.
5. There is a church less than a mile from your house.
6. You blame everything on the Mayor.
7. You know the pink poodle isn’t a nightclub.
8. You see nothing wrong with men wearing pink suits and flower pins in March.
9. You think Mark Ballard has a secret.
10. You know the words to 13wmaz’s theme song.
11. You take a vacation for the grand opening of Bass Pro Shop.
12. You know there is nothing sexual about a quickie, The Big Bang Boom, or The Taste of Downtown.
13. You’ve referred to the Big Peach to give someone directions.
14. You know the Hay House doesn’t board horses.
15. You’ve used a fake name to sneak in Lake Wildwood.
16. You know D.A.R.E means “drugs are really expensive”.
17. An inch of snow makes you panic and run to Kroger.
18. You have been on a field trip to the Indian Mounds.
19. You have at least one scar from Olympia Skating Rink.
20. You have nothing better to do than to read this list.
You know you’ve lived in Macon too long when…
1. You can correctly pronounce Pio Nono, Tobesofkee, and Ocmulgee. (I would add Zebulon, too.)
2. Nu-Way hotdogs actually taste good to you.
3. Houston County doesn’t make you think of Texas.
4. You miss the Whoopee.
5. There is a church less than a mile from your house.
6. You blame everything on the Mayor.
7. You know the pink poodle isn’t a nightclub.
8. You see nothing wrong with men wearing pink suits and flower pins in March.
9. You think Mark Ballard has a secret.
10. You know the words to 13wmaz’s theme song.
11. You take a vacation for the grand opening of Bass Pro Shop.
12. You know there is nothing sexual about a quickie, The Big Bang Boom, or The Taste of Downtown.
13. You’ve referred to the Big Peach to give someone directions.
14. You know the Hay House doesn’t board horses.
15. You’ve used a fake name to sneak in Lake Wildwood.
16. You know D.A.R.E means “drugs are really expensive”.
17. An inch of snow makes you panic and run to Kroger.
18. You have been on a field trip to the Indian Mounds.
19. You have at least one scar from Olympia Skating Rink.
20. You have nothing better to do than to read this list.
1.01.2007
A New Year Adventure
Elizabeth and I just got back from a SO fun trip to Asheville, and I have great pics to show. But...
...my computer's been messing up, so I'm taking it in to Best Buy to (hopefully) cash in on that warranty I bought so begrudgingly a year and a half ago when I got this laptop. I'm scared to download my pictures on this computer for fear that I won't ever see them again. So. I don't think Elizabeth will mind if I send her pictures along instead, if they will work.
The car thing needs some explaining. On the way home this afternoon, we stopped in Traveler's Rest, SC, to get some gas. After we secured the pump in the gas tank of my car, I turned my back and the hose promptly came loose, spun around wildly in manner of a cartoon fireman's hose, and consequently sprayed a gallon or so of gas all over the ground and my black corduroy pants before I got control of it. It also managed to hit my hubcap, breaking it off of my back driver's side tire. Wonderful.
My entire apartment smells like gasoline. Heck, I smell like gasoline. After being informed by my very OCD/cautious boyfriend that clothes exposed to gasoline can't be washed and dried for danger of fires (who knew? he's right... it says it on the door of the dryer.), I have several things out on my front porch until I decide what better to do with them.
The weekend was a blast, in spite of the disappointment of Rebecca's absence from her fabulously bohemian hometown. It was Elizabeth's and my first trip together since our Vegas visit back at the beginning of this little blog venture. Check back in the archives to May/June 2005 for more on that!
Happy New Year!
...my computer's been messing up, so I'm taking it in to Best Buy to (hopefully) cash in on that warranty I bought so begrudgingly a year and a half ago when I got this laptop. I'm scared to download my pictures on this computer for fear that I won't ever see them again. So. I don't think Elizabeth will mind if I send her pictures along instead, if they will work.
The car thing needs some explaining. On the way home this afternoon, we stopped in Traveler's Rest, SC, to get some gas. After we secured the pump in the gas tank of my car, I turned my back and the hose promptly came loose, spun around wildly in manner of a cartoon fireman's hose, and consequently sprayed a gallon or so of gas all over the ground and my black corduroy pants before I got control of it. It also managed to hit my hubcap, breaking it off of my back driver's side tire. Wonderful.
My entire apartment smells like gasoline. Heck, I smell like gasoline. After being informed by my very OCD/cautious boyfriend that clothes exposed to gasoline can't be washed and dried for danger of fires (who knew? he's right... it says it on the door of the dryer.), I have several things out on my front porch until I decide what better to do with them.
The weekend was a blast, in spite of the disappointment of Rebecca's absence from her fabulously bohemian hometown. It was Elizabeth's and my first trip together since our Vegas visit back at the beginning of this little blog venture. Check back in the archives to May/June 2005 for more on that!
Happy New Year!
12.16.2006
Orange you glad it's Christmas?
Perhaps my most creative teacher gift thus far came on Thursday in the form of a case of Sweet Florida Oranges. My student excitedly asked me to pull my car up to their Suburban, which, upon doing so, I noticed was filled to the brim with boxes and boxes of naval oranges. They even had the back seats let down so that they could fit more in.
The parent seemed to recognize the awkwardness of my singleton status as she and her daughter struggled to place the heavy crate in my car. "You'll just have to share them with your family!" she said brightly.
Mom told me to take them out of the box and spread them out in my refrigerator until I go home next week so that they'll keep. I gave five to Cal, since his parents are in town. This is what I have leftover:
At least I stand a pretty darn good chance against that bout of Scurvy that's been going around.
The parent seemed to recognize the awkwardness of my singleton status as she and her daughter struggled to place the heavy crate in my car. "You'll just have to share them with your family!" she said brightly.
Mom told me to take them out of the box and spread them out in my refrigerator until I go home next week so that they'll keep. I gave five to Cal, since his parents are in town. This is what I have leftover:
At least I stand a pretty darn good chance against that bout of Scurvy that's been going around.
12.13.2006
Court TV
My sister Beth was supposed to be on Court TV yesterday testifying in the trial about the Savannah Debutante who was shot last year. I'm not sure if she made it to tv or not because I was working, but here's the article/video from the Savannah news station. Sad situation, but kinda cool for Beth.
12.06.2006
Links
Scroll down to the bottom of this page. Ha!
Also, remember this post? Yeah, I went to this year's last night. I actually kind of enjoyed it. Kind of. What is happening to me??? Where is my edge* going? Anna Counts was there. She was as unhappy about it last night as I was last year. Be warned, Anna: if you stay in Macon too long, you might start enjoying those things. Might. Not that I do. No ma'am.
And finally: Hahahahhahahahahahahahaha!
*I am still under the delusion that I have (or at least once had) edge.
Also, remember this post? Yeah, I went to this year's last night. I actually kind of enjoyed it. Kind of. What is happening to me??? Where is my edge* going? Anna Counts was there. She was as unhappy about it last night as I was last year. Be warned, Anna: if you stay in Macon too long, you might start enjoying those things. Might. Not that I do. No ma'am.
And finally: Hahahahhahahahahahahahaha!
*I am still under the delusion that I have (or at least once had) edge.
12.01.2006
School Days
I just received my first Christmas gift, here on December 1. A student gave me a box of chocolates, and the others were immediately drawn to my desk like moths to a flame. I had offers of peppermints, a week of silence, and no bathroom use for a month in exchange for my gift. No thanks! I'll take chocolate (and the pounds that go with it) any day!
It's Friday, and I'm dressed a little more casually today than usual. Not real casual, mind you; I'm in pants (not jeans), and I'm wearing a black sweater. But I've got on tennis shoes, so I feel a little more dressed down. One of my students just commented that I look "homey". Homey? Yes, she said. Like you're sitting at home in front of your television. I wasn't sure how to take that piece of information (do I look like I'm in my pjs?), but she assured me that it was a compliment. Um, okay. Thanks?
The weather has finally turned nice here this afternoon at the end of a rainy, gray week. It's amazing to me how the weather affects my mood! I've been grumpy and irritable and tired the last few days. I'm feeling much nicer today, though, much to my friends' relief. Looking forward to a weekend with beautiful blue skies and nothing to do; I've been out of town the last two weekends and feel like I need to catch up on my sleep.
Yes, I've changed my blog template, but no, not for any reason in particular. I just thought it was time for something new. The adjustment did remove my links and my addictive map, however, so I'm going to go figure out a way to get them back, if possible. Hope y'all are all well.
And happy late birthday to Rebecca!!
It's Friday, and I'm dressed a little more casually today than usual. Not real casual, mind you; I'm in pants (not jeans), and I'm wearing a black sweater. But I've got on tennis shoes, so I feel a little more dressed down. One of my students just commented that I look "homey". Homey? Yes, she said. Like you're sitting at home in front of your television. I wasn't sure how to take that piece of information (do I look like I'm in my pjs?), but she assured me that it was a compliment. Um, okay. Thanks?
The weather has finally turned nice here this afternoon at the end of a rainy, gray week. It's amazing to me how the weather affects my mood! I've been grumpy and irritable and tired the last few days. I'm feeling much nicer today, though, much to my friends' relief. Looking forward to a weekend with beautiful blue skies and nothing to do; I've been out of town the last two weekends and feel like I need to catch up on my sleep.
Yes, I've changed my blog template, but no, not for any reason in particular. I just thought it was time for something new. The adjustment did remove my links and my addictive map, however, so I'm going to go figure out a way to get them back, if possible. Hope y'all are all well.
And happy late birthday to Rebecca!!
11.15.2006
Rock Eagle Fun
An impromptu spar with "Mr. Powell". I think he looks scared.:
Snake handling:
Fishing for Stream Critters:
Kids and such:
Unfortunately, I can't put more b/c of liability, etc, in case parents don't want their kids posted all over the Internet. It was a good time, but I was SO glad to be back in my little house by myself on Friday afternoon!
Snake handling:
Fishing for Stream Critters:
Kids and such:
Unfortunately, I can't put more b/c of liability, etc, in case parents don't want their kids posted all over the Internet. It was a good time, but I was SO glad to be back in my little house by myself on Friday afternoon!
11.14.2006
The Holidays are upon us
In the mall a couple of weeks ago, the Christmas Carols had started. There's a nativity scene and the lights are up in downtown Macon. I read today that Santa is making his appearance at Phipps in Atlanta this week.
Another sign of the season is the way my schedule starts to fill up. Last week, we had our annual Fall trip to Rock Eagle with the 6th graders. This week, I'm chaperoning the Jr. Beta convention here in Macon on Thursday and Friday, followed by a weekend trip to Savannah to meet up with Cal's family for his 30th birthday. Next week, it's Thomasville for Thanksgiving, then 3 days in Destin before heading into the final chaotic weeks of school before Christmas break.
In the last couple of months, the gym guy has been helping me with my workouts. He calls it "training", but that term is a little too I'm-a-Gym-Rat for me, so I just call it "going-to-the-gym-and-getting-free-help-with-scary-weights". He's been frustrated with my absences lately, so he worked me extra hard yesterday, and now I can hardly walk. Trying to prepare this butt for the turkey shock it's gonna get over the next couple of months.
In other news, my eye has completely cleared up under the diligent care of my 67 students, all of whom had to check it closely every day for any sign of change. "Oh, it's better today," they'd say. "Starting to turn a little yellowish, I see." Yeah. I'm glad that's over with, although it was kinda fun while it lasted. I liked best not telling folks what was going on and seeing whether they'd ask or just politely ignore it while trying not to look at me or get too close for fear of catching whatever I might have had.
Anyway, this post has no point. But I thought I'd put it all out there, let folks know what's going on.
Another sign of the season is the way my schedule starts to fill up. Last week, we had our annual Fall trip to Rock Eagle with the 6th graders. This week, I'm chaperoning the Jr. Beta convention here in Macon on Thursday and Friday, followed by a weekend trip to Savannah to meet up with Cal's family for his 30th birthday. Next week, it's Thomasville for Thanksgiving, then 3 days in Destin before heading into the final chaotic weeks of school before Christmas break.
In the last couple of months, the gym guy has been helping me with my workouts. He calls it "training", but that term is a little too I'm-a-Gym-Rat for me, so I just call it "going-to-the-gym-and-getting-free-help-with-scary-weights". He's been frustrated with my absences lately, so he worked me extra hard yesterday, and now I can hardly walk. Trying to prepare this butt for the turkey shock it's gonna get over the next couple of months.
In other news, my eye has completely cleared up under the diligent care of my 67 students, all of whom had to check it closely every day for any sign of change. "Oh, it's better today," they'd say. "Starting to turn a little yellowish, I see." Yeah. I'm glad that's over with, although it was kinda fun while it lasted. I liked best not telling folks what was going on and seeing whether they'd ask or just politely ignore it while trying not to look at me or get too close for fear of catching whatever I might have had.
Anyway, this post has no point. But I thought I'd put it all out there, let folks know what's going on.
11.04.2006
Suffering to increase righteousness
My mother has claimed, in the past, that I am vain. This particular observance of hers was invoked by my rather petulant insistence that she replace the terrible picture of Cal and me that she had on her fridge with one that was more flattering.
Unfortunately, I think that God heard her and agreed. Just last night, He decided to inflict upon me a rather gruesome illness, of sorts. You see, I awoke this morning with a red eye. Not a pink eye, mind you, or even an irritated eye, but a Fire Engine, Candy Apple, -yes- even Bulldawg Red Eye.
There is no other symptom, for the most part. I have no oozing, no crusting, no mucus that so often accompany such an affliction. Just the visible, hideous, monstrous red eye.
This morning, Cal showed up at my door for a jog and recoiled in horror. Unfortunately, I had temporarily forgotten my appearance (as I can't tell it's there unless I'm looking in a mirror) and was offended. Then it all came flooding back.
My dad called an ophthalmologist friend of his who quickly diagnosed my problem as a "Subconjunctive Hemorrhage". Oh, it's nothing to worry about, he says. It'll go away on its own.
IN TWO WEEKS.
That's right, folks. I have to go to church tomorrow with this thing. I have to go to work and face 68 11-year-olds with this thing. I have to go to Rock Eagle for next week's annual field trip with this thing.
God's working on my vanity. Sigh. I suppose He has to chisel away at my sin somehow.
Picture below. If all of Macon can see it, I suppose it's not fair to withhold it from the rest of the world.
Unfortunately, I think that God heard her and agreed. Just last night, He decided to inflict upon me a rather gruesome illness, of sorts. You see, I awoke this morning with a red eye. Not a pink eye, mind you, or even an irritated eye, but a Fire Engine, Candy Apple, -yes- even Bulldawg Red Eye.
There is no other symptom, for the most part. I have no oozing, no crusting, no mucus that so often accompany such an affliction. Just the visible, hideous, monstrous red eye.
This morning, Cal showed up at my door for a jog and recoiled in horror. Unfortunately, I had temporarily forgotten my appearance (as I can't tell it's there unless I'm looking in a mirror) and was offended. Then it all came flooding back.
My dad called an ophthalmologist friend of his who quickly diagnosed my problem as a "Subconjunctive Hemorrhage". Oh, it's nothing to worry about, he says. It'll go away on its own.
IN TWO WEEKS.
That's right, folks. I have to go to church tomorrow with this thing. I have to go to work and face 68 11-year-olds with this thing. I have to go to Rock Eagle for next week's annual field trip with this thing.
God's working on my vanity. Sigh. I suppose He has to chisel away at my sin somehow.
Picture below. If all of Macon can see it, I suppose it's not fair to withhold it from the rest of the world.
10.27.2006
Not lost, just vacationing
Heather's hounding me, and, even though she may be the only one who's realized that I've been missing, I'm posting now to let y'all know I'm still alive.
After much hemming and hawing, I decided to take a personal day today and head down to my parents' place on the Gulf in Destin. It's funny: I drove down here SO MUCH last year to visit Cal, and I never thought a thing of it. Last night, though? I thought the 5 hours in the car would never end.
I've got a stressful class this year, and I needed to get away. My plan of sleeping and reading and doing a whole lot of nothing, though, has been somewhat thwarted by my mother's ambitious attempt to fully and completely redecorate the condo in two weeks time. She warned me of this before I came, so no hard feelings. And she's been great about leaving me alone to do my own thing.
This week, they're painting the whole place (upstairs and down), putting in a chair rail, and measuring for new tiles. Next week is carpeting.
In the meantime, while workers are everywhere, Mom is painting trashcans/lamps/sculptures, cleaning artwork/frames, and applying Scotchguard to anything and everything she can find. It's okay, though; the only thing I've been recruited for so far has been to paint a little orange crab that no longer matched the red, yellow, and turquoise decor of the family room. Now he's orange and red and yellow.
The weather here is not optimal for beaching, but that's okay, too. There's been a report of a tornado touchdown in Panama City, a mere 30 miles east of here. The waves, usually nonexistent in the calm Gulf waters, are ripe for surfing, except for the occasional lightning, of course.
Another interesting facet of this whole vacation is that --after our first year of living 320 miles apart-- it's mine and Cal's first weekend without each other since he moved to Macon in early July. Scratch that, it's our first DAY without each other since he moved to Macon. As nice as it's been having him around, I think it was time (if not well past time) for both of us to reassert our independence for a few days. I told him not to enjoy my absence too much, but the gleam in his eye as he said he'd miss me told me that he was looking forward to my vacation as much as I was. And as long as he at least pretends like he was miserable during my time away, I couldn't care less!
So here I am, and here I'll stay until Sunday. I might go eat sushi tonight. I might go to the outlet mall tomorrow. I might go see some of Cal's old friends in Ft. Walton. Then again? I might do absolutely nothing, and enjoy every minute of it.
After much hemming and hawing, I decided to take a personal day today and head down to my parents' place on the Gulf in Destin. It's funny: I drove down here SO MUCH last year to visit Cal, and I never thought a thing of it. Last night, though? I thought the 5 hours in the car would never end.
I've got a stressful class this year, and I needed to get away. My plan of sleeping and reading and doing a whole lot of nothing, though, has been somewhat thwarted by my mother's ambitious attempt to fully and completely redecorate the condo in two weeks time. She warned me of this before I came, so no hard feelings. And she's been great about leaving me alone to do my own thing.
This week, they're painting the whole place (upstairs and down), putting in a chair rail, and measuring for new tiles. Next week is carpeting.
In the meantime, while workers are everywhere, Mom is painting trashcans/lamps/sculptures, cleaning artwork/frames, and applying Scotchguard to anything and everything she can find. It's okay, though; the only thing I've been recruited for so far has been to paint a little orange crab that no longer matched the red, yellow, and turquoise decor of the family room. Now he's orange and red and yellow.
The weather here is not optimal for beaching, but that's okay, too. There's been a report of a tornado touchdown in Panama City, a mere 30 miles east of here. The waves, usually nonexistent in the calm Gulf waters, are ripe for surfing, except for the occasional lightning, of course.
Another interesting facet of this whole vacation is that --after our first year of living 320 miles apart-- it's mine and Cal's first weekend without each other since he moved to Macon in early July. Scratch that, it's our first DAY without each other since he moved to Macon. As nice as it's been having him around, I think it was time (if not well past time) for both of us to reassert our independence for a few days. I told him not to enjoy my absence too much, but the gleam in his eye as he said he'd miss me told me that he was looking forward to my vacation as much as I was. And as long as he at least pretends like he was miserable during my time away, I couldn't care less!
So here I am, and here I'll stay until Sunday. I might go eat sushi tonight. I might go to the outlet mall tomorrow. I might go see some of Cal's old friends in Ft. Walton. Then again? I might do absolutely nothing, and enjoy every minute of it.
10.15.2006
!!!
Elizabeth is in Hawaii during all this stuff!! She's visiting a friend who's working near Honolulu temporarily as a traveling nurse. I just spoke with Elizabeth's mom, and she said that they've talked to her and she's fine; they're out of power and have no food and all the stores are closed, though. How crazy!
She's at the beginning of her week-long vacation, so maybe things will calm down soon and she'll be able to enjoy it. What luck, huh?
She's at the beginning of her week-long vacation, so maybe things will calm down soon and she'll be able to enjoy it. What luck, huh?
10.13.2006
The school-year's first milestone:
Having the "You might want to get your mamas to buy you deodorant" talk after the Homecoming pep rally. My room smells RANK.
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