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|Probably my last post as a single woman . I've practiced signing
my new last name several times, and I think I've got it down. I
just keep seeing the puzzled faces when I tell people my new last
name. And the usual response: "Oh....I'm sorry." I'll officially have the world's longest name on Saturday.|
On the upside, I'm excited. I get butterflies daily. It's a very...unreal feeling.
Thank God for all the supportive people. Not having a mom around
has been really difficult for me, but I couldn't have done it without
the support, advice, and love from my closest friends. I
love them so much.
My parents are down tomorrow!
The randomness of it all, the instantaneous remembering of things is
what's funny. My memory which often fails me has been in full
gear this week, and so far it hasn't let me down.
Again...my last post as a single woman.
|Yeah, so I've totally been neglecting my Xanga-ing. Alas, things
have kept me pretty busy here in the past several weeks, and it's gotten
even to the point where I'm not even reading my regular blogs.
The only things that I use the internet for are strictly
wedding-related. I'm trying my darndest to stay sane. |
And LES and BRIAN will be here tomorrow! I'm tingling just
thinking about it right now. I haven't seen anyone from Japan
since...well...Japan, and I'm excited, nervous, and anxious beyond
And work is, well...erm. Work. Boo.
I can't wait until the Dominican. I'm so ready to get away right
now. Relax on the beach. Pray that I won't end up looking
like a dark African child. That was for you, Marquita.
|Ugh. I'd so get a nano if I had nothing else to throw $250 at right now.|
In other news...I'm nervous. I'm nervous. I'm nervous.
|A little more than 5 more weeks left. Yes.|
Back when I was living with my first roommate while I was a freshman in
college, we had a discussion about the feeling of new socks when you
took them out of the wrapper/box/tore the plastic thingies off them for
the first time. That snug feeling of a thick, fresh, new pair of
socks. I love that feeling. She thought that socks should
expire, or that you should throw them away after one use, since you can
never get that feeling back once you wash them.
I wish this post were about socks, but I'm feeling a little less
juvenile today than the norm. I remember the first wave of shock
once I learned of Hurricane Katrina's devastation when it hit.
(I'm not trying to compare this feeling of devastation to a pair of new
socks) The sorrow, the disbelief, the feeling that you wanted to
do something, anything you could, to help.
And now we're feeling the aftermath of the disaster. The
political arguments, the finger-pointing, the blame games, the race
cards being pulled. It's insane to me. I had a long
conversation about it with my dad when he called last weekend.
The biterness in his voice was especially striking. He compared
the disheartening looting in Louisiana to the gracious kindness he
received when he was sent down to Malaysia to help tsunami
victims. What a mess.
But I'm so glad to see that through the midst of this there are still
many who reflect those characteristics of someone who genuinely
cares. An outpour of love. This, to me, is what I'm
especially focusing on. I don't feel like I'm adequate for
commandeering a rescue squad (of course) so I've decided to volunteer
my time and one of my few skills: organization. I don't excel in
a lot of "giftings" so I'm hoping it's the master plan in helping out.
Work has been....work. With more people being hired and things
getting more condensed and busy, I find myself in a whirlwind at
times. It's odd, but I miss school right about now. I can't
wait until the wedding is over, and I can focus on leisurely
things (besides the joy of being married of course). There are so many things I want to do once everything
starts to slow down. For example:
*Start writing fiction again
*Do some scenic photography
*Start doing some freelance work
*Producing a music video
I think these are the most important. I haven't written fiction
in 7 years. I haven't written poetry in 5. That's craziness
to me. I've been wanting to do a short music video for over a
year. Everytime I hear the Superchick song, "Hero" I re-play the
storyboard over and over in my head.
And, ta-da, something I haven't done in awhile, a link!
Is it a Hummer? Is it a PT Cruiser? Is it the horrible
offspring you'd get if they got married (with an iPod thrown in?)
I think so.
I include the iPod bit because of the shameless advertising. Nyah.