... The other day I was going to put a shirt in the dryer to dewrinkle it and when I was completing this mission, I realized that instead of placing it in the dryer, I started to place it in the toilet. An open toilet. Whaaaaaaaat?
And yesterday morning, I poured me a bowl of Kashi and right before I took a big bite, I realized that instead of adding milk to my bowl, I had filled it up with half and half. Whaaaaaaaaat?
Hhmmm....
This begs the question: What's happened to me?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
When Your Brain Quits Working...
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Cypress Trees Plantation
When Mom and I drove over to Edisto and met with the folks at the reception place, I was able to take a few pictures... I wish they were better and did it justice, but alas, my photography skills aren't what they once were. Anyway, here's just a preview of where we'll be for the reception on October 18th--just seeing it got me so excited...
Here are the ladies taking a look around...the woman on the left lives there (must be nice!). It's a working soybean plantation... she said the property has been in her husband's family since the 1700's...yeesh... he must be old, huh?
Beyond those pretty trees is the creek
The beautiful driveway to the house
View around the side of the house...
I would NEVER LEAVE that swing if I lived there...
Let's hope no hurricane decides to attend the wedding as well... because if so, I've got a feeling this place may end up looking a LITTLE different than it did the day I was there :)
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Worth It
Joan (that's my mom) and I have had a very productive couple of days. First of all, we got up early Monday morning and made the drive into town from the lake house to pick up my dress from the house in town. The two of us attempting to get the dress into the car without letting it touch anything and without wrinkling anything almost became our first tiff of the day... With one of us holding one coat hanger, one of us holding another coat hanger, one of us trying to go up this way, the other trying to go over this way, etc... we definitely both worked up a little sweat. Could've been the fact no airconditioner was on at the house and it was already about 95 degrees that day...Which leads me to my next highpoint of the day...
The weather. We got to Columbia on what was supposed to be (or so we thought) a relatively mild September day. The portrait shoot didn't begin until 4 and we had gotten there early enough to run by the Governor's Office to drop off a couple of things, grab Mary Neil and Lorrie to go to lunch with us AND go by the tax office so I could get a little reimbursement for selling my car, all to be done before heading over to Cline's for my hair appointment. After getting to the hair appointment 30 minutes early because we just wanted to be sitting down in some air conditioning, and therefore getting done with said hair appointment about 30 minutes early, we walked outside into a torrential downpour. Did I mention that my portrait was going to be taken outside? Which leads me to my third point...
The gnats. (Or as some of us liked to SO confidently call them during a mad game of Scattegories in college... "pnats"...ahem...anyway...) The portrait was taken [in a van] down by the river. (You Chris Farley fans will recognize that throwback and the fact that there was in fact no van involved) By the time I got outside in my dress and to my appointed spot on the tarp beside the river, my veil and dress were full-on gnat traps, and the sweat that had formed on my face combined with my make-up to form a nice little pasty gnat trap of their own. So the sweaty pasty face plus me constantly swatting at almost-invisible little bugs coincidentally ONLY around MY face, not to mention my constant fear that the granddaddy longleg who had tried to get fresh with me and make a fast move up the back of my dress was going to return for round 2 made for, at the very most, perhaps one useable picture for the portrait... Worth it. Or something.
Following that experience up with a roadtrip to Charleston that night and Edisto the next morning to meet with the wedding planner, the florist and the folks at the reception site, I'm one tired puppy. So I'm going to bed. But I'll rest easy knowing we're almost done with this planning NON-SENSE and we ARE in fact 32 days closer to finally being together. Phew...I can't wait.
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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Winding Down
And by "winding down" I of course mean time is. I'm not winding down. I'm actually doing the opposite of that. As it gets closer and closer to the wedding, I get more and more..."uppity." I'm not sure if it's anxiousness (that everything comes together and works out...which I'm sure it will) or nervousness that he's not the one.
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Monday, September 1, 2008
Weekend Festivities
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Augusta, Georgia Is No Place To Be
I bet that if our band were to actually write a song (and not just pretend to play fake instruments along to old garage band tunes like Celebrity Skin by Hole and Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet), it would be called "There's No Place I'd Rather Be Than Augusta, Georgia... and The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band Can Eat It".... Or....something like that.
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