couldn’t have a better day

today was a fabulous day. joe and i went to my parents’ house for lunch, and then we went with them to look at the courthouse where we plan to have our wedding. on our way back to cartersville we met up with john and stacey to talk for a little bit and picked up a wedding planner, journal and wedding scrapbook.

when we got back to cartersville, we went straight to target to do our wedding registry. of course, we couldn’t leave without buying *something*, being three candlesticks and candles for our mantel, sex and the city season 5 and an 80s compilation cd. after target we hit up applebees for dinner.

but the best part of the day? when we got home i popped one of the 80s cds in the cd player to hear “eternal flame” by the bangles (absolutely love that song!). joe came into the living room, turned off the light, restarted the song and pulled me up off the couch to dance with him. “this is our first dance as an engaged couple,” he said. “is it bad that i don’t want this to end?” i started to cry (yes, yes, you can call me a dork!). i didn’t want it to end either.

christmas memories

tomorrow night i have a date with abc family.

why, you might ask? “a very brady christmas” is on.

that movie has very special memories for me. i have a sister who is 10 years older than me. she’s always lived in north carolina, so when i was younger i’d only see her a couple times a year, but she always came during the holidays. she and her boyfriend, now her husband, would drive to maryland to stay with us for a few days. i’d give up my room to jim, and lisa and i would take the downstairs family room. every year we’d get in under the covers on the pull-out couch bed and watch “a very brady christmas” together. i can’t even rememeber how many years we had that tradition. it was so nice to spend quality time alone with my sister.

so now every year i watch “a very brady christmas” and think back to the christmases i shared it with my sister. maybe joe and i will spend christmas with them one year, and lisa and i will watch it together again.

what’s up?

hey. i’m back. sorry for the lack of posting, but we finally got our internet hooked up in the new place. it turns out we could have had it up and running three weeks ago because we didn’t have to get on a list to get it setup like the phone operator told us. we just had to pick up a handy dandy do-it-yourself install kit that took joe about 10 minutes to finish this weekend.

we had a fun weekend. on friday, we drove my grandparents’ truck back up to my parents’ house (we had used it to bring boxes down) and visited with the parents for a while. we didn’t do anything really on saturday, which was nice. and yesterday my parents came down to see the new place and have lunch. then it was off to joe’s friend’s graduation party, then to joe’s parents’ house and then to the mall. busy but fun. now today it’s back to work. blah. heh.

so here’s my question: why do two test blogs i set up to test designs say they were edited today when i haven’t touched them in months? just curious.

halfway done

well i’m completely moved out of my old house. joe and my brother ryan were there until 1 a.m. moving the last boxes and cleaning. i got off work around 8:30 p.m. and had to go straight home to start breaking down boxes for ryan to pick up and take back with him to dalton. they didn’t want me to drive up there, so i worked until 1 emptying boxes, putting things away and just trying to start orgainizing our new apartment. sigh. and there’s still so much to do. i want to get our christmas tree this weekend though, so i hope i have it done by then. tomorrow joe will start working again on moving out of his old apartment. blah. this is the move that never ends.

my weekend is almost here

today is my last day at the paper. i’m sad. and scared. i’ve been a journalist for four years, and now, though i’ll still be a journalist, it won’t be the same. i’ll be writing three-sentence stories instead of 15-inch stories. i don’t want to stop writing. i’ll have to find some way to continue. maybe i’ll start freelancing.

on a brighter note, this weekend will be mucho fun. tomorrow we’re going to my parents’ house for my dad’s birthday. he *loves* harry and david, and when i saw a harry and david store a few weekends ago, joe and i decided to make him a basket. we got his favorite fruit flavored chocolates, chocolate truffles, nuts and a coffee mug in a pretty basket. i know he’ll love it.

on saturday we’ll head down to atlanta to celebrate our one-year anniversary. we’re going to muck around during the day (joe promised me lunch at johnny rockets, one of my favorite restaurants. they make a fantastic veggie burger) and then he has a fancy schmancy night planned with dinner at the palm and a night at the atlanta marriott marquis.

on sunday we’re stopping on our way home to have brunch with lori, a friend of joe’s from work, and her husband. then it’s back to cartersville to relax with the crazy kitties and prepare for my first day at the new job!

i’m so excited. bring on the weekend!


i made it through surgery, and yesterday wasn’t so bad. i was bombarded by hospital personnel in my room (the anesthesiologist, two nurses and my doctor) who explained things to me and stuck me with needles until it was time for them to lead me to the operating room. the nurses there were very friendly and they talked to me as they poured the “feel good” solution into iv. the last thing i remember is them asking me where i like to go on vacation.

the next thing i know i’m in the recovery room, hurting and freaking out because i couldn’t swallow. “oh, they had to numb your throat the put the breathing tube in,” the nurse told me.

i didn’t know i was going to have to have a breathing tube.

when i was wheeled back to my room my parents were still there, and one of my brothers had arrived. my other brother couldn’t come because he wasn’t feeling well. on the windowsill was a stuffed lion and a balloon that joe bought me. joe has been so good to me. he said he didn’t leave my room until he knew i was in recovery and was okay. then he and my brother, randy, went to the gift shop to find something for me. he’s such a sweet guy.

yesterday wasn’t too painful today is a completely different story. it hurts to move. it hurts to sit up. it hurts to stand. it hurts to walk. i had three incisions in my abdomen — one in my belly button and two below it on either side of my abdomen. people say, oh, three small incisions aren’t anything. they are when you use your abdomen for everything. think about it. you use it to sit up and to move around in bed, etc. i’ve already taken a percocet and still i’m in pain. combine that with my sore, scratchy throat that makes it very hard for me to talk, and i’m not a happy camper. i may not be able to drive monday. sigh. that means i’ll have to find a ride to my meetings. i just hope this doesn’t recur, like it does in most women. but my doctor made sure to tell my dad (MY DAD) that the birth control i’m on should cause it not to come back. way to go doc.