I guess I'm kind of jumping the gun on calling my weekend exciting, but the thing is, I am uber-excited about it.
First, my most favorite ex-boyfriend and one of our bar buddies from way back when will be coming down tonight. Space has this grand idea that we will go to Five Guys to eat dinner. My vote is on Good Ole Boys (or Amsterdam ... that filet is melting in my mouth as I type).
Saturday morning, we're going to hang out, I'll cook us some breakast, and then get ready for gameday! A bunch of my old TC's coworkers (and friends) will be coming down this weekend and we are planning on throwing down in the parking lot! Wooooooo!
On the menu: black bean and corn dip, turkey wraps, meatballs (a TC's Friday Happy Hour tradition), a gourmet cheese tray with crackers, grapes, and miscellaneous spreads, hummus and pita, and a margherita pizza. Nomnomnom.
Then we shall head to the game to play Florida, which hasn't happened in a while.
And then I will go pass out because we have a night game.
And Sunday morning, my beloved Space and Calvin will leave.
And I will start cleaning like crazy to go back to the Ham Monday.
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Friday, October 14, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Havin' a good time, part 2
Hey y'all
I'm getting back on schedule, here.
I posted the pictures from my Knoxville trip earlier, and I am actually following through and posting about my actual trip.
The back story: Back in April, when I was gearing up for Widespread Panic in Birmingham, I mentioned to some friends I would love to follow them around, maybe for a week or so. Since I didn't have it together enough in the spring, I said next time they came to the Southeast, I would do it. When they announced their fall tour, I checked the dates and locations. As I was exploring the logistics, I realized just going to Knoxville for three nights would be the most feasible. Not a whole week of Panic, but basically half a week. (I had already booked my trip for the Harvest Moon Festival at Callaway Gardens, and that was a week and a half after Knoxville, so I knew my early fall was booking up quickly.)
So, in July, I started trying to find someone to go with me. None of my loser friends would take time off work (with three months notice!) to do this trip with me. Guess what I did? I made that trip happen! I changed up my itinerary a bit to stay in Knoxville longer to visit the kids I used to babysit while I was in college.
A few days before I was scheduled to leave, I began getting the symptoms of an annoying sinus/upper respiratory infection. It seemed to get a little better, but on Saturday, two days before I was supposed to leave, it seemed worse. Worrying about the painful cough I was developing and flying with head congestion, I went to the doctor. Doctor hooked me up with some cough syrup and a steroid shot, and I was good to go! What I wish they had told me was I may not be able to sleep for a few days.
After five hours of sleep Saturday night, and another five Sunday night, I got myself out of bed at 5:00 to shower and catch my shuttle bus to Atlanta. Got on an airplane in Atlanta and landed in Knoxville before 11:00 Eastern time!
I was very strung out on lack of sleep and that damn steroid shot (and Sudafed).
I laid down for a bit that afternoon, but my phone kept blowing up with trying to figure out who would be attending the show with me that night. I decided to go ahead and check into my hotel. I laid down a bit longer, but with no sleep luck.
I went to the little cocktail/hors d'oeuvre reception at the hotel and met Savannah, who hooked me up with people to go to the show with me that night.
I went to a bar she recommended, where I met a fourth person to share my tickets with. This guy was a pilot and his sons are big Widespread fans. I talked him into going, at least just to get his kids a shirt, and he stayed for a few songs.
Savannah's friends, Oslo and Johnny, met me at the bar and hung out with me. Oslo introduced me to a great sandwich shop that gives you way too much food for a very reasonable price!
When I got to my seat, was I surprised! Y'all, I was eight rows from the stage! No joke!
Even more surprising, my fellow concert goers were very polite and asked if they could stand near me. I'm going to have to tell you about Widespread in Birmingham later, just so you know how strange this was to me.
On Tuesday, I went back to the house and got to see the kids for the first time. I still only got about six hours of sleep Monday night, so I was still a bit out of it, but getting used to the lack of sleep. (Seriously consider getting a steroid shot and use Sudafed wisely while on one. You probably won't sleep. Also, I am so thankful Knoxville people are NICE because I was also rather edgy and ready to kick any one's ass who crossed my path. Luckily, that Smoky Mountain high is contagious!)
Back to Tuesday ... Christy and I went to the bar from the night before for dinner and to get rid of my two extra tickets. We sold them to a girl who was offering more than face value (I sold them for face value, since that's they way I roll. Keep it just, people.) Christy got to hear her favorite, "Hatfield," and I got to hear "Little Lilly." We left during the (what seemed like) half-hour bongo solo in the second act. The lack of sleep, light show, and bongos were really getting to me. I'm kind of sad we did because we missed "Jack" and "Walkin' (For Your Love)."
I got about six hours of sleep again.
Wednesday, I went with Christy to get the kids and checked back into the hotel. This night I took the kids old number one Knoxville babysitter, her roommate, and his girlfriend.
Y'all, this was the night! I can't remember every song, but remember "Bust it Big," "Blackout Blues," "Imitation Leather Shoes" and "Travelin' Light."
They played a lot from "Dirty Side Down", which the more I hear it, the more I love it.
(I had great seats the last two nights, as well.)
The rest of the week, I hung out with Christy and the kids and did some cooking and sightseeing.
The vibe in Knoxville is great and the people are awesome. I'm not quite "in love" with it, like I am with Gainesville, but I am going back about three times between January and May/June, so that might change.
I'm even still on Eastern time!
I'm getting back on schedule, here.
I posted the pictures from my Knoxville trip earlier, and I am actually following through and posting about my actual trip.
The back story: Back in April, when I was gearing up for Widespread Panic in Birmingham, I mentioned to some friends I would love to follow them around, maybe for a week or so. Since I didn't have it together enough in the spring, I said next time they came to the Southeast, I would do it. When they announced their fall tour, I checked the dates and locations. As I was exploring the logistics, I realized just going to Knoxville for three nights would be the most feasible. Not a whole week of Panic, but basically half a week. (I had already booked my trip for the Harvest Moon Festival at Callaway Gardens, and that was a week and a half after Knoxville, so I knew my early fall was booking up quickly.)
So, in July, I started trying to find someone to go with me. None of my loser friends would take time off work (with three months notice!) to do this trip with me. Guess what I did? I made that trip happen! I changed up my itinerary a bit to stay in Knoxville longer to visit the kids I used to babysit while I was in college.
A few days before I was scheduled to leave, I began getting the symptoms of an annoying sinus/upper respiratory infection. It seemed to get a little better, but on Saturday, two days before I was supposed to leave, it seemed worse. Worrying about the painful cough I was developing and flying with head congestion, I went to the doctor. Doctor hooked me up with some cough syrup and a steroid shot, and I was good to go! What I wish they had told me was I may not be able to sleep for a few days.
After five hours of sleep Saturday night, and another five Sunday night, I got myself out of bed at 5:00 to shower and catch my shuttle bus to Atlanta. Got on an airplane in Atlanta and landed in Knoxville before 11:00 Eastern time!
I was very strung out on lack of sleep and that damn steroid shot (and Sudafed).
I laid down for a bit that afternoon, but my phone kept blowing up with trying to figure out who would be attending the show with me that night. I decided to go ahead and check into my hotel. I laid down a bit longer, but with no sleep luck.
I went to the little cocktail/hors d'oeuvre reception at the hotel and met Savannah, who hooked me up with people to go to the show with me that night.
I went to a bar she recommended, where I met a fourth person to share my tickets with. This guy was a pilot and his sons are big Widespread fans. I talked him into going, at least just to get his kids a shirt, and he stayed for a few songs.
Savannah's friends, Oslo and Johnny, met me at the bar and hung out with me. Oslo introduced me to a great sandwich shop that gives you way too much food for a very reasonable price!
When I got to my seat, was I surprised! Y'all, I was eight rows from the stage! No joke!
Even more surprising, my fellow concert goers were very polite and asked if they could stand near me. I'm going to have to tell you about Widespread in Birmingham later, just so you know how strange this was to me.
On Tuesday, I went back to the house and got to see the kids for the first time. I still only got about six hours of sleep Monday night, so I was still a bit out of it, but getting used to the lack of sleep. (Seriously consider getting a steroid shot and use Sudafed wisely while on one. You probably won't sleep. Also, I am so thankful Knoxville people are NICE because I was also rather edgy and ready to kick any one's ass who crossed my path. Luckily, that Smoky Mountain high is contagious!)
Back to Tuesday ... Christy and I went to the bar from the night before for dinner and to get rid of my two extra tickets. We sold them to a girl who was offering more than face value (I sold them for face value, since that's they way I roll. Keep it just, people.) Christy got to hear her favorite, "Hatfield," and I got to hear "Little Lilly." We left during the (what seemed like) half-hour bongo solo in the second act. The lack of sleep, light show, and bongos were really getting to me. I'm kind of sad we did because we missed "Jack" and "Walkin' (For Your Love)."
I got about six hours of sleep again.
Wednesday, I went with Christy to get the kids and checked back into the hotel. This night I took the kids old number one Knoxville babysitter, her roommate, and his girlfriend.
Y'all, this was the night! I can't remember every song, but remember "Bust it Big," "Blackout Blues," "Imitation Leather Shoes" and "Travelin' Light."
They played a lot from "Dirty Side Down", which the more I hear it, the more I love it.
(I had great seats the last two nights, as well.)
The rest of the week, I hung out with Christy and the kids and did some cooking and sightseeing.
The vibe in Knoxville is great and the people are awesome. I'm not quite "in love" with it, like I am with Gainesville, but I am going back about three times between January and May/June, so that might change.
I'm even still on Eastern time!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Quick Updates
I've been super slammed the past few weeks and I can hardly think.
I've been suspecting for a while my thyroid cured itself. People laughed at me when I told them. So guess who was laughing a few weeks ago when I found out my suspicions were true? I am still laughing.Third endocrinologist is the charm :) My thyroid didn't actually cure itself. This third endocrinologist is awesome and her first step was to determine what kind of hyperthyroidism I have. She did bloodwork and she had me do another thyroid uptake (and she told me to "do myself a favor and take a benadryl before" the test to counteract the side effects of the iodine pill I had to take - that alone makes her my favorite doctor, the fact she actually acknowledged the fact I know my body and know I don't react well to iodine). The results were ... I have Graves disease, which is an autoimmune disease. Sounds sucky, right? Wrong. The blessing in autoimmune diseases is they go into remission. My lupus symptoms are much improved as well, so she is guessing the hyperthyroidism and borderline lupus go hand-in-hand. Right now, I am in remission, and I go back in three months for more bloodwork and if that's good, then I go back in six. We'll take things as they come and my orders are to just keep doing what I'm doing (i.e. having a good time).
Speaking of "having a good time" ... I'm going to Knoxville, TN to see Widespread Panic for THREE days and visit the little ones I used to babysit for back when I was in college. This is Panic's last tour for a while, so I am really looking forward to this. There are a few songs I have never heard them play, and I am really hoping to hear "Bear's Gone Fishing", "Sparks Fly", "Climb to Safety" and "Little Lilly." I've also always heard "Porch Song" and "Ain't Life Grand", so it would be nice to hear them this week, too. I have discovered a bunch of new favorites lately, and I would love to hear "Jack", "Heroes", "Can't Get High", "Don't Tell the Band", "Imitation Leather Shoes" and "Big Wooly Mammoth." Additional old favorites and covers include, but are not limited to: "Superstition", "Coconuts", "No Sugar Tonight", and "Feelin' Alright."
Maybe I'll do a fantasy Widespread show blog post someday. Maybe I'll get a tattoo this week to commemorate my big trip. And MAYBE, if I have time tomorrow, I will set up the Twitter and chronicle the concert via tweets (if that makes any sense ... clearly I am way behind on the Twitter bandwagon). I'll let y'all know.
And Warrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Eagle! Hey!
I've been suspecting for a while my thyroid cured itself. People laughed at me when I told them. So guess who was laughing a few weeks ago when I found out my suspicions were true? I am still laughing.Third endocrinologist is the charm :) My thyroid didn't actually cure itself. This third endocrinologist is awesome and her first step was to determine what kind of hyperthyroidism I have. She did bloodwork and she had me do another thyroid uptake (and she told me to "do myself a favor and take a benadryl before" the test to counteract the side effects of the iodine pill I had to take - that alone makes her my favorite doctor, the fact she actually acknowledged the fact I know my body and know I don't react well to iodine). The results were ... I have Graves disease, which is an autoimmune disease. Sounds sucky, right? Wrong. The blessing in autoimmune diseases is they go into remission. My lupus symptoms are much improved as well, so she is guessing the hyperthyroidism and borderline lupus go hand-in-hand. Right now, I am in remission, and I go back in three months for more bloodwork and if that's good, then I go back in six. We'll take things as they come and my orders are to just keep doing what I'm doing (i.e. having a good time).
Speaking of "having a good time" ... I'm going to Knoxville, TN to see Widespread Panic for THREE days and visit the little ones I used to babysit for back when I was in college. This is Panic's last tour for a while, so I am really looking forward to this. There are a few songs I have never heard them play, and I am really hoping to hear "Bear's Gone Fishing", "Sparks Fly", "Climb to Safety" and "Little Lilly." I've also always heard "Porch Song" and "Ain't Life Grand", so it would be nice to hear them this week, too. I have discovered a bunch of new favorites lately, and I would love to hear "Jack", "Heroes", "Can't Get High", "Don't Tell the Band", "Imitation Leather Shoes" and "Big Wooly Mammoth." Additional old favorites and covers include, but are not limited to: "Superstition", "Coconuts", "No Sugar Tonight", and "Feelin' Alright."
Maybe I'll do a fantasy Widespread show blog post someday. Maybe I'll get a tattoo this week to commemorate my big trip. And MAYBE, if I have time tomorrow, I will set up the Twitter and chronicle the concert via tweets (if that makes any sense ... clearly I am way behind on the Twitter bandwagon). I'll let y'all know.
And Warrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Eagle! Hey!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Gameday on the Plains
Well, it finally arrived. Gameday was here. Y'all, it's almost like Christmas down here. The past couple of years, I've had a Gameday Eve "Tailgate" at my apartment on Friday (hence, Gameday Eve). It's very casual, just swing by, hang out as long as you like, eat, whatever. This year, I so did not get it together enough to invite all my neighbors. Oops. :/
I would like to note that one of my Junior League friends came by and brought her three-year-old son. I had fun catching up with her and playing with her son. He fell asleep in the car on the way home. (So, I debate adding this part, since all my college age neighbors thought this sounded terrible, but as a post-college adult who has taken care of a lot of children, I use the "offensive" phrase all the time in this sense, but here goes: I say it isn't a party unless someone passes out. So, little one didn't pass out from drinking - there was no alcohol served until way after he left - but he was so worn out from a long day and all that playing at my place he "passed out." Party success!)
Andy finally got here around 8:30 and we hung out, drank, ate, watched the end of Little Miss Sunshine, and went to bed around 11:00.
The next morning was GAMEDAY!!! I've been waiting on this day since June. We got up bright and early at 7:00, I made breakfast, he cleaned up a little, and we got going. Andy's friend, Johnathan, from college came down and my friend James and some of his friends came down. I had met Johnathan years ago, before I got my first apartment down here, but we never crossed paths again until this weekend.
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| Johnathan, Me, and Andy before leaving for the game |
We got to our seats, and, y'all, it was so exciting!!! Look at all that orange!
As part of some pre-game activities, we saw the final installment of where Aubie has been with the crystal football. Of course, he ended up on the field! You better believe I was screaming and about to cry like a girl at a Beatles concert back in the day. You can't see it in the picture, but Aubie's running around the field with the crystal football. I was too excited to remember to zoom.
I don't know how many Auburn fans are going to agree with me about this, but I had total confidence we were going to win the whole time (except for when we had about three minutes left, I got a bit panicked). So what if it was a close game and we trailed at times? Y'all, I love - LOVE - Gene Chizik. He has got that team under control and I have total faith in him. Had Tommy Tubberville been our coach, I feel like we definitely would have lost that game. To me, the game seemed to be evenly matched (just because we're playing a team we're supposed to beat doesn't mean they are a bad team), and I am really pleased with the way it panned out. We never got so far behind we couldn't catch up and at the very end, when it seemed like there was a chance we might actually lose, we got two touchdowns back to back and pulled out the win. If we had done that earlier, there's a good chance the other team would have scored on us again. We had to let them think they had the game, and then get 'em at the very end, when they didn't have time to beat us. Loved it!
While I'm on the subject, I have got to say how disgusted I am with some of the Auburn fans sitting around me. I think they must be converts because the way they talk about our team disgusts me. Saying things like, "Come on, Tigers, wake up," and exchanging looks that could easily say, "What a bunch of losers out there. I am so disgusted." That, y'all, is NOT being a good Auburn fan. Support your team!
Back to the weekend, after I got my shower, and we rested up a bit, we went to Amsterdam Cafe for dinner. A girl was selling feather hair extensions, so I got some more feathers in my hair. (Yay!) Dinner was heavenly. Filet, broccolini, Malbec. Nomnomnom. And for dessert, I had the chocolate cheesecake. More nomnomnom.
Johnathan headed back to the ATL and I went to bed early. Apparently, Andy stayed up and watched TV. When we got up the next morning, we had a little breakfast, got ready, went to Target and Kroger, and went to Amsterdam again, where else? I've been craving a turkey wrap for months, y'all. (Andy and I usually order a turkey wrap to go when we eat dinner there, but we were so stuffed we couldn't think of any more food on Saturday. The next morning all we could talk about was how I should have texted Levi, my old neighbor from back in the day, to send a couple of turkey wraps home with my new next door neighbor. Yes, nearly everyone in my Auburn life is connected to Amsterdam.)
It was a great weekend and I now have to get back to reality and prepare to work some today and tomorrow.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
What can I say?
It's been a while, y'all. Lots of changes are taking place :)
I guess I should start off with some 'splainin' as to why I took down all my old posts ... see, what had happened was I thought I was going to start a "lifestyle consulting" business, where I teach etiquette and advise on wardrobe, homemaking, and other lifestyle kinds of things. I'll admit I'm not the best at any of that, but I know what is appropriate and I'm a fountain of advice. What better name that Southern Like That for the business? So, I figured I would take down all my posts and start the lifestyle blog. That didn't happen. Not that it ever won't happen, it's just, well, kind of overwhelming. And I have had this other little project going on.
Last year, I spent the summer suffering from hyperthyroidism and tendinitis. My plan was to go to massage school, get my license, and start my massage therapy practice in Auburn. Well, my tendinitis didn't heal in time to start school and I desperately needed something to do. I considered going to cosmetology school because I love doing makeup, but that's a lot of money to spend to just do makeup. Don't get me wrong, I will cut and color your hair for you if you are a very dear friend, but I don't love doing it. What else do I love, know, and can feasibly do for work? Become an artist. I'm no fine artist by any means, but I'm rather crafty.
It got put on the back burner as life got complicated the past year, but, fortunately, I did do enough work on it here and there to have a (hopefully) fairly good plan in place. As of last week, I am the proud owner of my very own business, Queen B, named for my beloved cat, Boston GoGo. I plan on launching in the next few weeks, so stay tuned.
With the business, I began exploring what social networking sites I wanted to utilize to help me promote Queen B. I've been hearing a lot about Pinterest, and really wanted an account, but it didn't seem like the right thing to do with Queen B. It is a great way to promote my other favorite hobby, lifestyle. So, you can now follow me on Pinterest, SoLikeThat. (Southern Like That was too long. Boo!)
Another little thing that happened this summer was I finally began my doula certification. Why would a woman who has no desire to put her own self through pregnancy and who desperately wants to be a mother become a doula? That's a long story you can read on my doula blog (when I get it up and running). I'll probably do a post on it here, just because I also have a passion for health care advocacy.
So, y'all, that's what I have to say. It's been a long, hot summer, and I am ready for the greatest Southern pastime - FOOTBALL. War Eagle, y'all.
P.S. Maybe I'll get around to putting the old posts back up :)
I guess I should start off with some 'splainin' as to why I took down all my old posts ... see, what had happened was I thought I was going to start a "lifestyle consulting" business, where I teach etiquette and advise on wardrobe, homemaking, and other lifestyle kinds of things. I'll admit I'm not the best at any of that, but I know what is appropriate and I'm a fountain of advice. What better name that Southern Like That for the business? So, I figured I would take down all my posts and start the lifestyle blog. That didn't happen. Not that it ever won't happen, it's just, well, kind of overwhelming. And I have had this other little project going on.
Last year, I spent the summer suffering from hyperthyroidism and tendinitis. My plan was to go to massage school, get my license, and start my massage therapy practice in Auburn. Well, my tendinitis didn't heal in time to start school and I desperately needed something to do. I considered going to cosmetology school because I love doing makeup, but that's a lot of money to spend to just do makeup. Don't get me wrong, I will cut and color your hair for you if you are a very dear friend, but I don't love doing it. What else do I love, know, and can feasibly do for work? Become an artist. I'm no fine artist by any means, but I'm rather crafty.
It got put on the back burner as life got complicated the past year, but, fortunately, I did do enough work on it here and there to have a (hopefully) fairly good plan in place. As of last week, I am the proud owner of my very own business, Queen B, named for my beloved cat, Boston GoGo. I plan on launching in the next few weeks, so stay tuned.
With the business, I began exploring what social networking sites I wanted to utilize to help me promote Queen B. I've been hearing a lot about Pinterest, and really wanted an account, but it didn't seem like the right thing to do with Queen B. It is a great way to promote my other favorite hobby, lifestyle. So, you can now follow me on Pinterest, SoLikeThat. (Southern Like That was too long. Boo!)
Another little thing that happened this summer was I finally began my doula certification. Why would a woman who has no desire to put her own self through pregnancy and who desperately wants to be a mother become a doula? That's a long story you can read on my doula blog (when I get it up and running). I'll probably do a post on it here, just because I also have a passion for health care advocacy.
So, y'all, that's what I have to say. It's been a long, hot summer, and I am ready for the greatest Southern pastime - FOOTBALL. War Eagle, y'all.
P.S. Maybe I'll get around to putting the old posts back up :)
Friday, January 14, 2011
More good news
Granny is doing well. She got moved to a rehab facility, so she is officially on her way to recovery. Yay!
In other good news ...
Widespread Panic announced some Spring tour dates and April 15 and 16 are for Birmingham!!! (And even more exciting is Charlie Daniels will be with them April 15.) So, you know where I plan on being those two days. Double yay!
In other good news ...
Widespread Panic announced some Spring tour dates and April 15 and 16 are for Birmingham!!! (And even more exciting is Charlie Daniels will be with them April 15.) So, you know where I plan on being those two days. Double yay!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Busy B
I've been working a lot on the arts and crafts business this week. Lawyers, accountants, organizing, you know - the not so fun stuff. So, to balance it, I did some prep work for the fun stuff - painting canvas backgrounds. My manicure can prove it!
And with chipped nails, I hosted a Friday evening tailgate for my Auburn condos. It was rather succesful, I believe. It was fun meeting neighbors and I even made some new friends that drug me out with them. Yes, I, Girl Sunday, went out. In Auburn. At 10:30. On a Friday night. As I put on my Facebook, suck that, Thyroid!
Which brings me to two tangents - first, it was HOT Friday night. And when I woke up and saw one of my friends talking about 50 degree temps, I asked her to send some of that my way. And you know what? IT ACTUALLY WORKED!!! How often does that happen? LOL.
Second tangent - it looks like my thyroid is going to go. I know this is really superficial, but I'm not married yet and I'm not even close to dating anyone right now. I don't want a scar on my neck when I get married. I also have a 10 year high school reunion in the next year, and I am not looking forward to explaining it. The gall bladder scars are always covered up, so I'm not as self conscious about those. (Two of them are keloids, one rather painful.) I'm anxious I will get keloids on my neck, which is way worse than a simple straight line scar. I'm also anxious about surgery again - the anesthesia, the recovery. And what about all I have to be responsible for? Yeah, I'm a bundle of nerves already.
Finally, with that cool weather, I felt like I needed some vegetable soup and cornbread. And that's what's going on now. If my dinner guests would just arrive ...
And with chipped nails, I hosted a Friday evening tailgate for my Auburn condos. It was rather succesful, I believe. It was fun meeting neighbors and I even made some new friends that drug me out with them. Yes, I, Girl Sunday, went out. In Auburn. At 10:30. On a Friday night. As I put on my Facebook, suck that, Thyroid!
Which brings me to two tangents - first, it was HOT Friday night. And when I woke up and saw one of my friends talking about 50 degree temps, I asked her to send some of that my way. And you know what? IT ACTUALLY WORKED!!! How often does that happen? LOL.
Second tangent - it looks like my thyroid is going to go. I know this is really superficial, but I'm not married yet and I'm not even close to dating anyone right now. I don't want a scar on my neck when I get married. I also have a 10 year high school reunion in the next year, and I am not looking forward to explaining it. The gall bladder scars are always covered up, so I'm not as self conscious about those. (Two of them are keloids, one rather painful.) I'm anxious I will get keloids on my neck, which is way worse than a simple straight line scar. I'm also anxious about surgery again - the anesthesia, the recovery. And what about all I have to be responsible for? Yeah, I'm a bundle of nerves already.
Finally, with that cool weather, I felt like I needed some vegetable soup and cornbread. And that's what's going on now. If my dinner guests would just arrive ...
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Life goes on
I have really been wanting to post since that healthcare series. Ugh! I really wish we had no reason to be concerned about serious things like that.
The thing is, I don't know what to talk about. I have a lot on my mind, but it's not really fun stuff. Lots of planning. Planning, planning, planning. And with my placement in the Junior League (yes, I'm doing my first League year!), I have MORE planning to do since I am on the Planning Committee for my Leaguer in Training (formerly provisional) class. (And, y'all, it ain't no party planning, either. I'm talking five year plans. As my dear former neighbor would say, "Yikes!")
Speaking of my dear former neighbor, I'm done with that crap. Haven't heard from him in a while, and I'm okay with that. I have better things to attend to than him, and even though I would be lying if I said I don't miss him, I am way too busy to care.
Remember when I though I would write about makeup and fashion on Tuesdays? Whatever happened to that? Well, here's a little fix for y'all. My latest makeup obsession is eyebrow shadow/pencil. I always thought it was for blondes, or filling in bad waxes. Turns out, it's my secret for getting those beautiful Kardashian eyebrows.
Keeping with that, I'm getting anxious about fall clothing. I have Junior League, I have a craft business, and I have my social life (which has plenty of divisions, including game days, casual fall days, classy dates, and bar clothes). I'm going to need a lot of clothes, and a wide variety. My plan is to go either dirt cheap or paying more for high quality. I'm sick of buying clothes for $20-$60 that lose their shape after a few wears. Ross and Talbots, meet your new favorite customer.
Did I say date back there? Yes. Not dating anyone yet. I haven't even been on a date in Auburn yet. BUT, I am telling everyone I meet that I am looking to date.
So, that's the fun stuff. The other stuff? I'm not in the mood to go there.
The thing is, I don't know what to talk about. I have a lot on my mind, but it's not really fun stuff. Lots of planning. Planning, planning, planning. And with my placement in the Junior League (yes, I'm doing my first League year!), I have MORE planning to do since I am on the Planning Committee for my Leaguer in Training (formerly provisional) class. (And, y'all, it ain't no party planning, either. I'm talking five year plans. As my dear former neighbor would say, "Yikes!")
Speaking of my dear former neighbor, I'm done with that crap. Haven't heard from him in a while, and I'm okay with that. I have better things to attend to than him, and even though I would be lying if I said I don't miss him, I am way too busy to care.
Remember when I though I would write about makeup and fashion on Tuesdays? Whatever happened to that? Well, here's a little fix for y'all. My latest makeup obsession is eyebrow shadow/pencil. I always thought it was for blondes, or filling in bad waxes. Turns out, it's my secret for getting those beautiful Kardashian eyebrows.
Keeping with that, I'm getting anxious about fall clothing. I have Junior League, I have a craft business, and I have my social life (which has plenty of divisions, including game days, casual fall days, classy dates, and bar clothes). I'm going to need a lot of clothes, and a wide variety. My plan is to go either dirt cheap or paying more for high quality. I'm sick of buying clothes for $20-$60 that lose their shape after a few wears. Ross and Talbots, meet your new favorite customer.
Did I say date back there? Yes. Not dating anyone yet. I haven't even been on a date in Auburn yet. BUT, I am telling everyone I meet that I am looking to date.
So, that's the fun stuff. The other stuff? I'm not in the mood to go there.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Plan B
I mentioned in my last post that I am moving on to Plan B. With me, there is always a Plan B. I'm aiming for the big picture by doing little things along the way.
So, I'm a self-described Jane-of-all-Trades. I've been a babysitter, sitter (in general - house, pet, child, elderly), bartender, and office manager/bookkeeper. I've also majored in political science, history, education, public administration, and therapeutic massage. I've even taken a course in real estate. I have done volunteer work with GLBT causes and reproductive health. I love Barbies, cooking, and Auburn.
You know what else I love? What brings me peace? My escape from all the nasties of day-to-day modern life (besides Auburn)?
Arts and Crafts
It's probably the only thing I've been doing since I was born (besides watching "General Hospital").
So, I am finally putting my creative side to work, like I always have wanted to do.
Since I am still organizing the business and doing my research, I'm not quite ready to go completely public, obviously. I just couldn't leave y'all hanging, wondering about the mysterious Plan B.
(Alternate title for this post: Plan B: It's not just for birth control! Gotta love my inner reproductive health educator!)
So, I'm a self-described Jane-of-all-Trades. I've been a babysitter, sitter (in general - house, pet, child, elderly), bartender, and office manager/bookkeeper. I've also majored in political science, history, education, public administration, and therapeutic massage. I've even taken a course in real estate. I have done volunteer work with GLBT causes and reproductive health. I love Barbies, cooking, and Auburn.
You know what else I love? What brings me peace? My escape from all the nasties of day-to-day modern life (besides Auburn)?
Arts and Crafts
It's probably the only thing I've been doing since I was born (besides watching "General Hospital").
So, I am finally putting my creative side to work, like I always have wanted to do.
Since I am still organizing the business and doing my research, I'm not quite ready to go completely public, obviously. I just couldn't leave y'all hanging, wondering about the mysterious Plan B.
(Alternate title for this post: Plan B: It's not just for birth control! Gotta love my inner reproductive health educator!)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Still raining
It seems with me, the story of my life is if it's not one thing, it's another.
So, while I was starting to find my blogging groove, another little rainstorm happened.
I thought, "Wow, maybe I'll have some joy to share on my blog when this is all over," and so I delayed posting. And delayed. And delayed.
And y'all, it's still raining.
What started as a "Go see this doctor and she'll give you some medicine and you'll be feeling great again," phone call from my OBGYN's nurse, has turned into three additional medical tests and almost two doctor appointments. Apparently, hyperthyroidism is not as simple to treat as my OBGYN's nurse thought.
I also hurt my finger while moving my stuff back to Auburn. This may or may not be related to the hyperthyroidism. It also may or may not be related to another autoimmune disease. Oh. Me.
Now, I know how doctors' appointments and medical tests go. One doctor says things aren't normal, they refer me to a specialist who says they are. But, I still feel like crap, so obviously, something isn't right. So, I was totally expecting to go to the endocrinologist and have her tell me I'm fine. Which, apparently, I'm not. To be honest, I was a bit surprised that my thyroid levels were high in the first place. I mean, it makes complete sense, but just knowing my history with bloodwork and diagnostic tests, I was really surprised something was actually wrong. And when the endocrinologist confirmed it, even though I was a bit anxious about getting my treatment going, I was relieved.
For once, the doctors have something that is diagnosable. And better yet, treatable.
Now, what all this means to me now is:
So, while I was starting to find my blogging groove, another little rainstorm happened.
I thought, "Wow, maybe I'll have some joy to share on my blog when this is all over," and so I delayed posting. And delayed. And delayed.
And y'all, it's still raining.
What started as a "Go see this doctor and she'll give you some medicine and you'll be feeling great again," phone call from my OBGYN's nurse, has turned into three additional medical tests and almost two doctor appointments. Apparently, hyperthyroidism is not as simple to treat as my OBGYN's nurse thought.
I also hurt my finger while moving my stuff back to Auburn. This may or may not be related to the hyperthyroidism. It also may or may not be related to another autoimmune disease. Oh. Me.
Now, I know how doctors' appointments and medical tests go. One doctor says things aren't normal, they refer me to a specialist who says they are. But, I still feel like crap, so obviously, something isn't right. So, I was totally expecting to go to the endocrinologist and have her tell me I'm fine. Which, apparently, I'm not. To be honest, I was a bit surprised that my thyroid levels were high in the first place. I mean, it makes complete sense, but just knowing my history with bloodwork and diagnostic tests, I was really surprised something was actually wrong. And when the endocrinologist confirmed it, even though I was a bit anxious about getting my treatment going, I was relieved.
For once, the doctors have something that is diagnosable. And better yet, treatable.
Now, what all this means to me now is:
- I will not be going to school this semester, as advised by the orthopedic doctor
- I might actually be getting some answers in regards to my health (or lack thereof)
- I will continue to live in Auburn
- I will move on to Plan B
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Update
Been to the beach. Destin, to be exact, with a side trip to Panama City (Margaritaville!) and a side trip to Grayton Beach (Red Bar! And art galleries!). Broke my lent buying lots of shoes and a few needed accessories (silver chains, floppy hat, visors) and one unneeded accessory (a rhinestone toe ring).
Became officially single. I’m happy that it’s officially over, but sad that it’s actually over. The Boyfriend and I had four good years together. It’s a shame he doesn’t think of himself as the marrying kind, because he and I worked spledidly together (for the most part, let’s just say it was as close to my dreams as reality would allow). But I have to remind myself if we were to get married, there was no chance of me having a baby. Ever. And as much as being a parent means more to me than raising a child from the newborn stage, I would be lying if I said I didn’t ever want that. I can make my peace with not ever having a newborn, but I would be wrong to not try to give myself that opportunity. Also, he would have had to deal with what it means to him to be married, and to him, that’s not a good thing. So, I no longer have two stepsons. And I no longer have six cats. And I no longer have a boyfriend to help make my house feel ike home.
I have been to Auburn quite a few times. Okay, I’ve basically lived in Auburn the past month and been to Birmingham only to work, host a baby shower, and celebrate my birthday.
I have spent time with a certain old neighbor who crossed me back in August. It was a good few hours. Just like old times. And then he’s acting strange again. Oh, well.
I have met another person. Not that it’s going to go anywhere, but at least I have taken the first couple of steps towards moving on again.
I have dyed my hair, mostly normal old black, but this time I got a little crazy and put some purple in there.
I have gotten inked again. Picasso’s Blue Dove on my left shoulder. Got my peace dove and my nod to art all in one. And while I’m on the subject, let me recommend Aaron at Aerochild in Birmingham. He did a great job, I took it “like a man” in the sense that I barely winced, but let’s be honest here – women can really take the pain, so I actually took it like a woman! The tattoo was only red just after getting it, and I never bruised or felt discomfort as it healed. It hardly itched, as well, which was a huge relief.
I have been accepted to massage school, and will begin on Monday. Another check in the box for me taking control of my life and moving forward.
I have started a new medicine that isn’t actually fixing all my problems, like we thought it might.
And finally, I have pretty much decided to go ahead and move into my mom’s house while I finish massage school and get the townhome rented out. I love the townhome, but it’s really big and lonely without The Boyfriend and his half of the cats. If I was really ready to let it go, it would be going on the market for sale. So, never say never, but it seems like it’s time to end the era of living alone. We shall see what God has in store. :)
Became officially single. I’m happy that it’s officially over, but sad that it’s actually over. The Boyfriend and I had four good years together. It’s a shame he doesn’t think of himself as the marrying kind, because he and I worked spledidly together (for the most part, let’s just say it was as close to my dreams as reality would allow). But I have to remind myself if we were to get married, there was no chance of me having a baby. Ever. And as much as being a parent means more to me than raising a child from the newborn stage, I would be lying if I said I didn’t ever want that. I can make my peace with not ever having a newborn, but I would be wrong to not try to give myself that opportunity. Also, he would have had to deal with what it means to him to be married, and to him, that’s not a good thing. So, I no longer have two stepsons. And I no longer have six cats. And I no longer have a boyfriend to help make my house feel ike home.
I have been to Auburn quite a few times. Okay, I’ve basically lived in Auburn the past month and been to Birmingham only to work, host a baby shower, and celebrate my birthday.
I have spent time with a certain old neighbor who crossed me back in August. It was a good few hours. Just like old times. And then he’s acting strange again. Oh, well.
I have met another person. Not that it’s going to go anywhere, but at least I have taken the first couple of steps towards moving on again.
I have dyed my hair, mostly normal old black, but this time I got a little crazy and put some purple in there.
I have gotten inked again. Picasso’s Blue Dove on my left shoulder. Got my peace dove and my nod to art all in one. And while I’m on the subject, let me recommend Aaron at Aerochild in Birmingham. He did a great job, I took it “like a man” in the sense that I barely winced, but let’s be honest here – women can really take the pain, so I actually took it like a woman! The tattoo was only red just after getting it, and I never bruised or felt discomfort as it healed. It hardly itched, as well, which was a huge relief.
I have been accepted to massage school, and will begin on Monday. Another check in the box for me taking control of my life and moving forward.
I have started a new medicine that isn’t actually fixing all my problems, like we thought it might.
And finally, I have pretty much decided to go ahead and move into my mom’s house while I finish massage school and get the townhome rented out. I love the townhome, but it’s really big and lonely without The Boyfriend and his half of the cats. If I was really ready to let it go, it would be going on the market for sale. So, never say never, but it seems like it’s time to end the era of living alone. We shall see what God has in store. :)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Back in the saddle
I did not start off 2009 with the intention of not working. It just kind of happened. I was sick, taking care of grandparents, going to the doctor, having medical tests and surgery, recovering from surgery, and deciding to move to Auburn (which got put on the backburner now because I have more work to do in Birmingham).
What's that word I wrote? WORK. Yes, I have started working again. Kind of. I have a babysitting job lined up for Thursdays and I started volunteering at the 1917 Clinic again.
What did I do before the great hiatus? I worked and volunteered.
I don't see myself going back into bartending any time soon. Personally, I don't think I'm the greatest bartender. Yes, I'm very conscientous and of course I pay attention to my customers. I just get a little self conscious when I have a lot of people needing drinks at one time, which makes me feel kind of slow. But, never say never. If a happy hour job opened up in Auburn, I'd be there in a heartbeat. After the Thursday night gig is over, of course. (I do stick to my commitments.)
I might be going back to school to get certified in massage therapy. I see myself doing that more than I see myself doing real estate. I've learned a lot in Real Estate school, but I really don't want to focus on sales and I've gotten some discouraging responses when I tell people I am leaning towards property management. (It basically boils down to a lot of work with little pay, which to me translates as less time to volunteer.)
So, what's up with this volunteering thing I keep mentioning? I got involved with the 1917 Clinic as a sexual health and HIV educator in 2006. I lead workshops, answer questions at outreach events, and test people for HIV. I still fill in in those areas when needed, but right now I am putting in a couple of hours every week as a volunteer to coordinate all that stuff I just mentioned. Honestly, this is my dream job. It's embarassing to explain what I do to some people, and to others I totally avoid it (saying it has to do with public health when I have to say what I do). I figure the more I work with the organization, the more experience I get, which will eventually help me get a paying job doing that kind of work. Plus, the people are really nice and appreciative. It feels good to feel welcome and needed in something you're good at.
Babysitting is the next best thing to being a parent for me, which is also my dream job. I'm just good at taking care of other people.
So, it feels good to be getting back out there and creating some routine.
What's that word I wrote? WORK. Yes, I have started working again. Kind of. I have a babysitting job lined up for Thursdays and I started volunteering at the 1917 Clinic again.
What did I do before the great hiatus? I worked and volunteered.
I don't see myself going back into bartending any time soon. Personally, I don't think I'm the greatest bartender. Yes, I'm very conscientous and of course I pay attention to my customers. I just get a little self conscious when I have a lot of people needing drinks at one time, which makes me feel kind of slow. But, never say never. If a happy hour job opened up in Auburn, I'd be there in a heartbeat. After the Thursday night gig is over, of course. (I do stick to my commitments.)
I might be going back to school to get certified in massage therapy. I see myself doing that more than I see myself doing real estate. I've learned a lot in Real Estate school, but I really don't want to focus on sales and I've gotten some discouraging responses when I tell people I am leaning towards property management. (It basically boils down to a lot of work with little pay, which to me translates as less time to volunteer.)
So, what's up with this volunteering thing I keep mentioning? I got involved with the 1917 Clinic as a sexual health and HIV educator in 2006. I lead workshops, answer questions at outreach events, and test people for HIV. I still fill in in those areas when needed, but right now I am putting in a couple of hours every week as a volunteer to coordinate all that stuff I just mentioned. Honestly, this is my dream job. It's embarassing to explain what I do to some people, and to others I totally avoid it (saying it has to do with public health when I have to say what I do). I figure the more I work with the organization, the more experience I get, which will eventually help me get a paying job doing that kind of work. Plus, the people are really nice and appreciative. It feels good to feel welcome and needed in something you're good at.
Babysitting is the next best thing to being a parent for me, which is also my dream job. I'm just good at taking care of other people.
So, it feels good to be getting back out there and creating some routine.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Here, there, everywhere
I feel like I have been all over the Southeast this December.
I started the month in Birmingham, doing HIV testing. I love my volunteer life. It started with personal health workshops, and when I quit being a graduate student, I got trained to do HIV testing so that I could stay involved with the 1917 Clinic. I totally understand people not wanting to do this, and every time I do a test, I am anxious about the result, but everything has always worked out well. What has been really difficult for me is the counseling I do while the test is developing. I have to get down and dirty with the questions I ask people and it sometimes really makes the people think about the choices they make. My heart goes out for those people. I also have to make the people I am testing feel comfortable enough with me to open up. I honestly do not care what they do in their personal lives, and I forget most of what I am told, but I have to know their histories so I can effectively tell them about how to continue to protect themselves. It also helps me to know when I am doing a good job (or a bad one) so that I can be more conscientous of my counselling approach. (Just a bit of advice to those on the other side of the test: be honest and give feedback about the administrator's approach. It helps us do our jobs better.)
Then, I was off to Auburn to check on the condo. Things were well. I had a little shindig with a couple of my neighbors and I got back in touch with my old resident manager. Good times :)
Then, back to Birmingham to go to the Led Zeppelin symphony. More good times.
Then, off to Knoxville. What a trip! First, it ended up taking me 9 hours to get there. Clearly, a long story. I don't care to go into that now, so all I will say is I learned my lesson: don't fly to Knoxville via Atlanta. If I ever fly there again, I will go through Memphis. I spent a week in Knoxville, babysitting, being an extra set of hands, and reading my Emily Post biography.
Back to Birmingham for Christmas. I was very blessed this year. The tree never made it up, but that's okay. I made some awesome vegetable soup and some terrible cornbread (which really threatened my Southern-ness).
The day after Christmas, I went to Chelsea to visit my Uncle. And two days later, I went out to Hueytown to drop off some donations to T.E.A.R.S., which is an animal rescue place that was out of money and food for the animals. It got me started thinking about getting a dog again, which I believe is a really good idea, especially if I am going to be single in Birmingham a lot more than I originally planned. My cats are too sweet and skittish to protect me, and Feffer is just getting to old to be my attack rabbit anymore ;)
I made a gi-normous donation to Bread and Roses today, and I plan on making even more donations soon. I have years of things that never made it to the front porch for Hannah Home donations.
I have also been working on cleaning out the townhome so that I can do some more entertaining in the coming year. And I've been making my new year organizational lists and goals.
Hopefully, I'll have it together much better this year than in the past few months. (I'm thinking I took on too much at once. I have to remember I'm not 22 anymore. Not that I feel it.)
I started the month in Birmingham, doing HIV testing. I love my volunteer life. It started with personal health workshops, and when I quit being a graduate student, I got trained to do HIV testing so that I could stay involved with the 1917 Clinic. I totally understand people not wanting to do this, and every time I do a test, I am anxious about the result, but everything has always worked out well. What has been really difficult for me is the counseling I do while the test is developing. I have to get down and dirty with the questions I ask people and it sometimes really makes the people think about the choices they make. My heart goes out for those people. I also have to make the people I am testing feel comfortable enough with me to open up. I honestly do not care what they do in their personal lives, and I forget most of what I am told, but I have to know their histories so I can effectively tell them about how to continue to protect themselves. It also helps me to know when I am doing a good job (or a bad one) so that I can be more conscientous of my counselling approach. (Just a bit of advice to those on the other side of the test: be honest and give feedback about the administrator's approach. It helps us do our jobs better.)
Then, I was off to Auburn to check on the condo. Things were well. I had a little shindig with a couple of my neighbors and I got back in touch with my old resident manager. Good times :)
Then, back to Birmingham to go to the Led Zeppelin symphony. More good times.
Then, off to Knoxville. What a trip! First, it ended up taking me 9 hours to get there. Clearly, a long story. I don't care to go into that now, so all I will say is I learned my lesson: don't fly to Knoxville via Atlanta. If I ever fly there again, I will go through Memphis. I spent a week in Knoxville, babysitting, being an extra set of hands, and reading my Emily Post biography.
Back to Birmingham for Christmas. I was very blessed this year. The tree never made it up, but that's okay. I made some awesome vegetable soup and some terrible cornbread (which really threatened my Southern-ness).
The day after Christmas, I went to Chelsea to visit my Uncle. And two days later, I went out to Hueytown to drop off some donations to T.E.A.R.S., which is an animal rescue place that was out of money and food for the animals. It got me started thinking about getting a dog again, which I believe is a really good idea, especially if I am going to be single in Birmingham a lot more than I originally planned. My cats are too sweet and skittish to protect me, and Feffer is just getting to old to be my attack rabbit anymore ;)
I made a gi-normous donation to Bread and Roses today, and I plan on making even more donations soon. I have years of things that never made it to the front porch for Hannah Home donations.
I have also been working on cleaning out the townhome so that I can do some more entertaining in the coming year. And I've been making my new year organizational lists and goals.
Hopefully, I'll have it together much better this year than in the past few months. (I'm thinking I took on too much at once. I have to remember I'm not 22 anymore. Not that I feel it.)
Friday, December 4, 2009
Take the money and RUN
So, on Monday, November 30, I got a new car. Apparently, the last day of the month is THE day to buy a new car. The dealership offered me WAY more than anyone had on my car and I took it! And they even knew the car was broken! I am now a proud owner of a brand new Acura RDX. (Well, the Honda bank is actually the owner, I'm just the proud driver.)
I'm going to Knoxville December 13 and staying until further notice.
I fired Charter cable in Auburn. They kept calling me about paying my bill. The thing that got me mad was when I signed up for it, the only way they allowed me to pay my bill was by giving them a credit card number to bill monthly. If they want my bill paid on time, they need to charge my card in time. Duh! So, I fired them because I have gone without 90210 and reliable internet since September. And I keep getting phone calls for not one, but at least two, people who used to have my phone number and that was a ridiculous headache in and of itself. Oh! And when Charter calls you about paying the bill, they actually have a message when you pick up your phone telling you to call them. So, when I called them, they didn't recognize ANY of my phone numbers and I didn't have any account numbers since, I bet you can guess, they don't send me bills very regularly.
It's supposed to snow tonight. I must decide whether to buckle down and go to Auburn today or enjoy the snow in Birmingham. Decisions, decisions.
I also have to pay my taxes. The joys of being self-emplyed and having TONS of medical bills, and a crappy car, and a stupid cable service, and the list can go on forever about all the incompetent people I have dealt with in the past few months. Let's not forget the insurance company who charges an arm and a leg and doesn't cover anything. They're going to get fired as soon as I can get in touch with someone.
The decorations are still NOT up. Yet. If I stay in Birmingham this weekend, they will be. I hope.
I'm going to Knoxville December 13 and staying until further notice.
I fired Charter cable in Auburn. They kept calling me about paying my bill. The thing that got me mad was when I signed up for it, the only way they allowed me to pay my bill was by giving them a credit card number to bill monthly. If they want my bill paid on time, they need to charge my card in time. Duh! So, I fired them because I have gone without 90210 and reliable internet since September. And I keep getting phone calls for not one, but at least two, people who used to have my phone number and that was a ridiculous headache in and of itself. Oh! And when Charter calls you about paying the bill, they actually have a message when you pick up your phone telling you to call them. So, when I called them, they didn't recognize ANY of my phone numbers and I didn't have any account numbers since, I bet you can guess, they don't send me bills very regularly.
It's supposed to snow tonight. I must decide whether to buckle down and go to Auburn today or enjoy the snow in Birmingham. Decisions, decisions.
I also have to pay my taxes. The joys of being self-emplyed and having TONS of medical bills, and a crappy car, and a stupid cable service, and the list can go on forever about all the incompetent people I have dealt with in the past few months. Let's not forget the insurance company who charges an arm and a leg and doesn't cover anything. They're going to get fired as soon as I can get in touch with someone.
The decorations are still NOT up. Yet. If I stay in Birmingham this weekend, they will be. I hope.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I've got the "I Wants"
A husband: From a feminist standpoint, I don't need a husband, it's just that I'm good at traditional wife-y things and I like the company. And I've decided that it's time to get married when I boo-hoo through the Kardashian Wedding that plays a lot on E!. As I told my cousin yesterday, they're good to have around when I have multiple crises going on at the same time so I can delegate to him.
A baby: 'Cause babies make the world right. You can't be upset around a baby because they will sense that and scream until you calm down. And they're just so sweet, it takes a lot to get upset when a baby is around.
Decent health insurance: It's not right when the amount of money I spent on my healthcare this year has totaled what I could comfortably live on for a year. Granted, I've been sick. But, really?!? My accountant gasped when I told her the number (and she's pretty stoic about that kind of stuff).
A new car: 'Cause Ava ain't cuttin' it anymore. Acura RDX in that white color, please and thank you.
A BlackBerry: I am turning into a tech junkie. And I am learning how easy it will be to stay connected as I go out and accomplish things. (Hopefully.)
My boutique to get going: I've gotta keep Roxy's memory alive in a way that doesn't make me sad. And I need something to do that's creative and challenging. If I don't have a husband or a baby, all I have is myself to wake up for, and that's getting old.
Vera Bradley, "Hope Garden": It's pretty :) Send me your email and I'll send you my wish list.
Sanity: With all that I've been through, it's amazing I've still got some in me. Sometimes, though, I think I'm running on empty. Of course, maybe I don't and I'm just crazy enough to fake it. That sounds like a better explanation.
I'm whiling my time waiting for this wish list to be filled, thinking about drinking a good ol' vodka tonic, Mackey Style. (That's a whole 'nother post.)
Vodka Tonic (Mackey Style)
You need:
16 oz. cup (preferably clear plastic)
Ice
Vodka
Tonic Water
Lime juice
Limes (sliced, duh!)
Directions:
Fill cup with ice
Pour a single shot of vodka
Fill with tonic
Add lots of lime juice and lots of lime slices, to taste, of course
A baby: 'Cause babies make the world right. You can't be upset around a baby because they will sense that and scream until you calm down. And they're just so sweet, it takes a lot to get upset when a baby is around.
Decent health insurance: It's not right when the amount of money I spent on my healthcare this year has totaled what I could comfortably live on for a year. Granted, I've been sick. But, really?!? My accountant gasped when I told her the number (and she's pretty stoic about that kind of stuff).
A new car: 'Cause Ava ain't cuttin' it anymore. Acura RDX in that white color, please and thank you.
A BlackBerry: I am turning into a tech junkie. And I am learning how easy it will be to stay connected as I go out and accomplish things. (Hopefully.)
My boutique to get going: I've gotta keep Roxy's memory alive in a way that doesn't make me sad. And I need something to do that's creative and challenging. If I don't have a husband or a baby, all I have is myself to wake up for, and that's getting old.
Vera Bradley, "Hope Garden": It's pretty :) Send me your email and I'll send you my wish list.
Sanity: With all that I've been through, it's amazing I've still got some in me. Sometimes, though, I think I'm running on empty. Of course, maybe I don't and I'm just crazy enough to fake it. That sounds like a better explanation.
I'm whiling my time waiting for this wish list to be filled, thinking about drinking a good ol' vodka tonic, Mackey Style. (That's a whole 'nother post.)
Vodka Tonic (Mackey Style)
You need:
16 oz. cup (preferably clear plastic)
Ice
Vodka
Tonic Water
Lime juice
Limes (sliced, duh!)
Directions:
Fill cup with ice
Pour a single shot of vodka
Fill with tonic
Add lots of lime juice and lots of lime slices, to taste, of course
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Greetings from the Plains
Well, y'all, in just a few days, it will be official. I am moving to the loveliest village on the plains, where the eagles soar and the tigers roar: Auburn, Alabama.
I guess this is kind of sudden to most everyone who knows me, but be honest, y'all, it's not that much of a surprise. Is it?
THE MOVE has been in the works for a while now. If I want to be good and Southern about it, and dramatize how long it has been, I'll say since I was moving out of my apartment in Auburn in 2004. Really, though, it's been about two or three years in the making.
After I took my first serious boyfriend down to Auburn one weekend in the early days of our relationship, I knew I wanted to move back there. After my first serious boyfriend and I broke up the first time, I really tried to move back down there, but it wasn't very practical. When I was in the process of looking for my first house, I peeked at properties in Auburn (and I found THE quintessential Auburn home on Samford Avenue - of course, it sold within a matter of days). And within a couple of months of buying my first house - a townhouse in Birmingham's Highland Park - I declared, "If things don't get better in six months, I'm moving to Auburn."
I gave it well over a year before I actually made good on that declaration.
So, here I sit in my hotel room, about to go to bed because tomorrow is a big day: I have the inspection on my condo. If all goes well, I will be moving in a couple of weeks.
So many people ask, "Why Auburn?" I tell them so I can breathe. I'm only half-joking. The air is fresh, people are more than nice, and I need to remove myself from the bad situation that is Birmingham. Plus, I don't know how much more Southern you can get than Auburn.
I guess this is kind of sudden to most everyone who knows me, but be honest, y'all, it's not that much of a surprise. Is it?
THE MOVE has been in the works for a while now. If I want to be good and Southern about it, and dramatize how long it has been, I'll say since I was moving out of my apartment in Auburn in 2004. Really, though, it's been about two or three years in the making.
After I took my first serious boyfriend down to Auburn one weekend in the early days of our relationship, I knew I wanted to move back there. After my first serious boyfriend and I broke up the first time, I really tried to move back down there, but it wasn't very practical. When I was in the process of looking for my first house, I peeked at properties in Auburn (and I found THE quintessential Auburn home on Samford Avenue - of course, it sold within a matter of days). And within a couple of months of buying my first house - a townhouse in Birmingham's Highland Park - I declared, "If things don't get better in six months, I'm moving to Auburn."
I gave it well over a year before I actually made good on that declaration.
So, here I sit in my hotel room, about to go to bed because tomorrow is a big day: I have the inspection on my condo. If all goes well, I will be moving in a couple of weeks.
So many people ask, "Why Auburn?" I tell them so I can breathe. I'm only half-joking. The air is fresh, people are more than nice, and I need to remove myself from the bad situation that is Birmingham. Plus, I don't know how much more Southern you can get than Auburn.
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