A Sunny Sunday

Sunday afternoon was beautiful outside--breezy with low humidity.  In the shade, it was downright pleasant, which is basically unheard of in the South in August!  I decided it would be fun to take Charlotte out to the backyard and let her play under a tree for a little while.  Here are some of the pictures I took (there are a LOT more than these!): 

I don't think she loved the shades. :)

But perhaps she loved the hat?

She will put ANYTHING in her mouth.  This toy is one of her favorites.  

From looking at these pictures, you would never know that Charlotte STILL has an ear infection, but she does.  She hasn't been eating great and is pulling at her ear quite a bit.  Her pediatrician told us to call on Monday if she still didn't seem better and she would change the antibiotic (AGAIN), so that's what we're going to do.  Fortunately, she's slept great the past several nights in a row, so at least she's getting sleep. It's been two weeks since this all started, and we are so ready for our sweet girl to be well!  Hopefully this next round of antibiotics will do the trick! 

Don't Pee in the Pool

The complex where Stephen and I live has a pool, and we like to take advantage of it while we can since it is more likely than not that we won't ever have a pool again, and our times of swimming together have taught me something. People are rude in the pool. The following are a few simple guidelines, that if adopted, could make everyone's pool experience much more enjoyable. Read, ponder, embrace.

1. If you have small children at the pool and they are swimming, kindly ask them to refrain from making large jumps into the pool near other swimmers (and by near I mean within one foot of another person). This almost always results in an unwelcome dousing on the innocent bystanders, often in the facial region.

2. If you have small children at the pool and they are swimming, remind them that their friends/siblings are only a few inches from them and therefore shouting matches are not really necessary.

3. If the pool is crowded, it's probably best not to do laps across the pool, as this almost always results in innocent bystanders being hit by flailing limbs.

4. If the pool is crowded, playing catch at opposite ends of the pool is not really the greatest idea. This almost always results in innocent bystanders being hit by wayward water toys.

5. Wearing shoes like flip flops into the actual pool is never a good idea, as this almost always results in innocent bystanders having to wade through grass and dead bugs.


If you've guessed that the phrase "innocent bystanders" refers to Stephen or me, you guessed correctly. This however does not negate the validity of these guidelines. I encourage all of my readers to remember them next time you go to the pool.

In fact, it's probably just best to do nothing in the pool but stand there. :)

Yippie Skippy!

I get to see Stephen tomorrow (technically today I guess)! We're celebrating our 3 month anniversary (I know it's cheesy, but I don't care) by going to Natchez Trace State Park and swimming and renting paddle boats and having the picnic we planned to have on our first date, if it doesn't rain. If it does rain, we'll watch Gilmore Girls and rent movies. Since the former sounds much more original than the latter, I'm hoping it doesn't rain. (Not that I don't love any chance to watch Gilmore Girls.) Did I mention that Stephen, knowing of my great love for those beloved Gilmores and wishing to share it with me, is systematically watching every episode in the series? I parted with all of my DVD's (that's love right there) so he could watch them, and so far he's made it halfway through season four. His goal is to watch all the way through season six (after it comes out on DVD Sept. 19) before season seven starts, so he and I can watch each new episode together. ("Together" meaning "watching it while on the phone with each other in different cities". And I'm out of control with the parenthetical asides tonight. My apologies.) Not only is he watching all of the episodes, he actually likes the show! (Sorry, Stephen, I hope it was okay to broadcast this. I wouldn't want anyone to question your manhood or anything.) I knew I wasn't crazy for dating him. We're also going to go out for dinner somewhere, which is always fun. It should be a wonderful day.

On a somewhat related note, it occurred to me recently that a lot of you probably don't even know how Stephen and I started dating. So here's what I'll do: if I get 20 eprops (or comments, even though that's much too easy for one person to just comment 20 times) for this post, I'll tell you the story. I haven't been feeling the Xanga love much lately, and this is my pathetic, last-ditch attempt to get some eprops. We'll see what happens! Now I'm off to get my beauty sleep!

Up with the Sun

I woke up around 5 a.m. this morning. Why? Because I went to bed at 8:30 last night. I was having a bit of an allergy attack, so I took some off-brand stuff equivalent to Benadryl, and I felt comatose about 10 minutes later. Probably should have just taken one pill instead of two. And let me just tell you: there's not a lot to watch on TV at 5 a.m. However, there were two full hours of Saved by the Bell on, and even though they were episodes with Miss Bliss and therefore sub par to the later episodes without her, I watched all four of them. That's sad. I've since cleaned my room, showered, paid some bills, and done lots of other random odds and ends, and it's only a little after 10 a.m. What am I supposed to do for the rest of the day?! This is why I like sleeping until 10 or so; you don't have to think of nearly as much stuff with which to occupy your time! Looks like I'll be making a trip to Target. (As if I need an excuse to do that.)

And can someone tell me when it was that Target became "cool"? I can still remember when people pretty much equated it with Wal-Mart and didn't give it much thought, and it certainly didn't use to generate as much excitement for me as it currently does. Now it seems like everyone loves Target and can't get enough of it. (Don't get me wrong; I love Wal-Mart, too, but there's something distinctly more "polished" about Target.) It's an interesting phenomenon, as is the rise in popularity of MP3 players and satellite radio. How in the world did people in the 18th century occupy their time without any of these modern inventions??

Currently Listening: How to Save a Life, The Fray

Whirlwind Weekend

Wow, sometimes it feels really good to just sit down and be alone! This has been one crazy weekend. My grandparents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary yesterday by renewing their vows and having a lovely reception, so practically all of the family on my mother's side was there for it, along with a bunch of other people I had never seen before in my life. As the priest was officiating over the vow renewal ceremony, one portion of the ceremony mentioned something about raising children up in the Lord, which got a good laugh from everyone since I'm pretty sure my grandmother would end up on national television if she started having babies at her age. (Apparently the priest was reading from the typical marriage ceremony rites and then improvising other stuff, and he just read that part without thinking.)

Poor Stephen accompanied me to this event and then stayed overnight at my parent's house (along with several other people), so he got a nice glimpse into the craziness that can be my family. Hopefully they didn't scare him away. ;) He brought his dog Bailey with him, and we thought it would be fun to introduce Bailey to Sandy and Bear (my parent's dog and my brother's dog). That was a mistake on both counts. Sandy hated Bailey, as she hates almost everyone else, and Bailey was terrified of Bear (he's an 80-pound lab). It was quite funny, except for when Bailey got so worked up that she was practically foaming at the mouth. I had to feel sorry for Bailey because she was clearly confused about everything and all of the new, strange people she was having to meet. At least she likes me!

I don't know why I haven't been updating my Xanga as much. It seems that Xanga in general seems to be suffering from a bit of a traffic flow problem or something. Perhaps MySpace is stealing all of the cyber-addicts away from Xanga. Oh well.

I think I need a nap to recover from all of this "family time." That or a stiff drink.

My New Favorite Activity

Swimming. It's pretty much the only thing to do when it's blazing hot and 115% humidity. (Although I must say that it's better in East TN than in West TN, so lucky me!) I went today for the first time by myself, and I had a lovely time. I swam 22 laps (not the long way, mind you. If I did that, I'd be able to do about 2 and a half laps) and read some from She's Come Undone book and listened to my iPod. So not only did I get exercise, but I got a tan and enjoyed myself. This is going to be a daily thing, possibly. Or if not daily, perhaps every other day. What else do I have to do? I don't even care that I look like a beached whale compared to the other girls there; it feels so good to glide through the water that I forget all about what I look like. That's certainly a feeling I'd like to have all the time.

Now I'm off to do something decidedly less exciting: buy groceries. Oh well, a girl's gotta eat!

Meet Me in the Middle

I get to see Stephen on Saturday!!! We were going to have to wait until the end of the month when I went home for my grandparents' 50th anniversary party, but I had the brilliant idea of meeting up in Nashville this week. I'm sooo excited because it seems like forever since I last saw him, when in reality it was more like 8 days. We're going to meet at Opry Mills because there's lots to do there, and then take it from there. Yippee!!!

Getting Older

I'm sick. I think I might cough up my lung. That might be cool.

The water was turned back on yesterday, right when I needed it. I went to see Tristan Prettyman in concert at Blue Cats. The doors opened at 8, but two people opened for her (the first not until 9:30), and she didn't come on until 11. By that time my friend Diana and I were ready for bed. We're so old. When she finally did come on, she kept talking about how she hoped she was helping us all "start our night off right." Start our night? She was helping us end it. Hehe. Somehow, though, I think we were the only ones planning on going to bed once the concert was over.

Today's plans: lie on the couch watching movies, miss Stephen, cough up a lung. Exciting.

Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone

So I'm unloading the dishwasher and getting ready to load the dirty dishes into it, when I turn on the sink to rinse out a bowl. Nothing comes out. I try it again. Nothing. I think, "Crap, I've broken something." I walk to my bathroom and try the sink there, to see if it's an isolated problem. Nothing comes out. Naturally, all of a sudden, I have to use the bathroom, and of course the toilet doesn't flush. Excellent. I call the office and ask what happened, and apparently the guys doing construction at the front of our complex hit the water main, and the whole complex is without water. I never realized how often I use water until I don't have it, but then I guess that's the way it always goes. It could be up to 24 hours before it's fixed, and I definitely need a shower before then (I needed one like two hours ago, but whatever) and it would be nice to use the bathroom and be able to flush. Happy Friday to me!

Celebrate the Third of July

To celebrate the fourth of July, Stephen and I gathered at the home of our friends Jonathan and Erin in the booming metropolis of Oakland, TN.  (And by "booming metropolis" I mean town where everyone knows your name.  Kind of like Cheers.)  Always looking for ways to be nonconformist, we had our celebration on the third instead.  (Truthfully, we had it on the third because I had planned on going back to Knoxville on the fourth, but I like to think I'm a nonconformist, despite the fact that my keeping a Xanga completely disproves that idea.)  Stephen's dog Bailey made nice with the Hitts' new kitten, She Who Has Not Been Named:

Promptly after this picture, kitty hissed at Bailey, which ended the love fest.

Since it was soooo hot, we thought it would be fun to see if we could fry an egg on the pavement, so we went outside and Stephen did the honors.  Here are Stephen and Jonathan after the egg dropped:

 (It was kind of sunny, hence Stephen's oh-so-cute squinty look.)  Unfortunately, the whole event was rather anticlimactic, since the egg did nothing but splatter on the pavement and run yolk down the drain.  We kept watching it, thinking it just needed a minute or two, but to no avail.  Oh well, it was no MythBusters, but it was fun.  (Had this been a MythBusters challenge, Adam and Jamie would have found a way to make the egg fry, perhaps by torching the pavement to 400 degrees or something nutty like that.) 

After our little experiment that wasn't, Stephen and I took some pictures because we realized that up until then all of our photos involved us sitting on a couch in front of Stephen's window.  So we shook it up a bit with some outside shots.  (We're wild and crazy, I know):

That one's my favorite.  Stephen's a goober.

 
We weren't really sure when Jon was taking the pictures...

Here's the Hitt family.  Isn't their little girl a cutie?

Thus concludes my holiday narrative. I'm back in Knoxville, and I can see myself becoming bored very quickly.  If everyone I knew didn't have an actual job during the day, perhaps I'd have more fun, but as it is I'm stuck at the apartment by myself.  Honestly though, it's nice having a little time to myself since I haven't had that since I've been in Memphis.  It's just slightly dangerous when I'm bored, though, because when I"m bored I go shopping.  Resist, Erin, resist...

On a completely unrelated note, I would just like to say that Stephen is going for the Boyfriend of the Century award. 

I'm 60 hits away from 20,000!  If there was a way to figure out who the 20,000 visitor is, I would give that person a little prize.

Doxology

Did everyone decide to return to Xanga on the same day? I think half of my subscriptions updated today! (The other half of you, step on it! I'm bored here!)

I went to a wedding tonight and saw a bunch of people I haven't seen in a while, and the wedding was absolutely beautiful. I'm glad I went.

I noticed something tonight when I stopped by Sonic for a little refreshment on my way home; we (as in the American public in general) are afraid of being too close to other people. The next time you go to Sonic, notice where the cars are situated. Almost never does a car pull in right next to another car. There will usually be at least one open space between each car, if not more. I do it, too. I will always pull into a space that has empty spaces on either side. The same is true for the movies, I think. People will always leave at least one seat in between them and the person next to them. Why is this? Why are we so afraid of this incredibly impersonal form of human contact? Are we afraid of some communicable disease? Do we not want to get a whiff of someone else's body odor? I don't think so, although in some cases that probably is warranted, hehe. I can't quite say why it is that I do this, so I'm wondering if anyone else has noticed this and has any thoughts as to why this is such a common behavior. It's really interesting to me. Perhaps it's just our way of preserving whatever speck of privacy we can, in a world that is becoming increasingly public. Or maybe I'm just imagining things. Stranger things have happened, believe me.

Tonight I just want to sing this from the rooftop:

"Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable His judgments and His paths beyond tracing out! For who has known the mind of the Lord, or who has been His counselor? Who has ever given to God, that God should repay him? For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To HIM be the glory forever! Amen." ~Romans 11:33-36

And forever and forever and forever...

Circle of Life

**Pictures added below.**

My brother's married now!  It was a really lovely wedding, despite a few "hiccups" along the way (the groomsmen being late for pictures, Brandon forgetting the ring and having to rush home and get it, the flower girl being spooked by the crazy wedding coordinator, etc.).  I only got a little teary-eyed towards the beginning of the ceremony, and I think that was mostly in response to seeing Brandon get a little choked up while watching his bride Nikki come down the aisle.  The rest of the time I was distracted by the fact that my hair kept getting caught in the flower arrangement located directly behind my head.  I kept picturing the entire arrangement tumbling to the ground when I got ready to leave the platform, but fortunately nothing of the sort happened.  It was a long day, and by the time my parents and I got home around 8 p.m., I was ready to go to bed!  And it wasn't even my wedding!  And I didn't even do anything major except stand around and look pretty.  (Which is hard work, I must say.) Oh, and I did do the cha-cha slide at the reception.  Hehe.  I like a dance that gives you instructions as you go along. (I thought I'd temporarily revive the boldfaced words, just for kicks.)

Stephen had planned on coming to the wedding, but sadly his grandfather passed away Saturday morning.  He had been in the hospital and not doing very well after a surgery, and they finally took him off the respirator Friday night.  I wish I could have been there for Stephen when it happened (he was with his family in Illinois), but I was able to go to Jackson today to see him, and I'm going with him to Illinois on Tuesday for the funeral.  If you think about it, say some prayers for the family.  His grandfather is with Jesus now, which is certainly better for him, but it's always hard to say goodbye to the ones we love.  How ironic that I'll be meeting all of his family at the funeral, when he was going to meet all of my family at the wedding.  Life is strange. 

EDIT:  Here are 3 pictures.  Not much, but it's all I really had on my camera before the batteries died.

The sanctuary before the wedding.  I tried this shot with the flash on and off, and it still came out dark.  Oh well.



Me with Nikki before the wedding.

 

Road Trip Revisited

I uploaded about 50 pics to Photobucket, so if you want to see them, click on the link:

Road Trip pics

I'm sad that you can't see more of the Golden Gate Bridge, but it was really foggy and overcast the day we were there.  All of the Oregon coast pictures look like it was a really dreary day, and it was, but there was something completely haunting and beautiful about the fog coming off the water and hovering in the air.  I really really love Oregon.  Who knew it was so pretty?  I sure didn't. 

In other news, I have the sweetest boyfriend in the world.  I missed him terribly (even though I just saw him a week ago), so last night I went to Jackson to see him. He cooked chicken fettuccine alfredo for me, and we watched movies and just talked, enjoying each other's company.  He told me he had a surprise for me (he's always surprising me with little things), and he'd told me on the phone that it was black and rectangular, so of course I insisted that it was a picture frame.  It turned out to be a beautiful picture frame, but inside it was not a picture, but the poem "i carry your heart with me" by ee cummings, which I love and think is just wonderful.  It's the perfect gift.  He's the perfect gift.  (I know, I know, enough sap.)  But Stephen, you are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I don't care who knows it! :happy:

Back Home

I'm home. I have to say, I'm rather glad to be out of the car for a while. The trip was fun (a LOT of fun, actually), but it was getting old toward the end, probably because the last two days of the trip (yesterday and this morning, actually) were really boring. Not a lot to see in Oklahoma and Arkansas, plus none of the landscapes are as pretty as what we saw in California and Oregon. I really want to go back and spend some real time in Oregon because I just couldn't get over how beautiful and serene and poetic and mystical it is.

As soon as I upload my 160 pictures and select the best ones, I'll share them with you all. It will be hard to pick my favorites, though. So much beautiful scenery was captured.

A little overview of the trip:
10 states visited(WA, OR, CA, NV, AZ, NM, TX, OK, AR, TN)
3000 miles driven (more or less)
$300 of gas purchased (Emily's car gets amazing mileage, and we ended up only spending half of that total because people gave her gift cards. Hooray for generosity!)
2 books read (DaVinci Code and Dive From Clausen's Pier)
800 songs listened to (It was probably more than that, but I'm just giving a rough estimate.)
$16 gambled (of which $1 was out of pocket)
1 movie seen (The Lake House, which I loved and which caused me to cry like a baby)
5 hotels slept in (McBee Cottage in Cannon Beach, OR; guest housing at Golden Gate Seminary; The Luxor in Vegas; the LaQuinta in Albuquerque; the Motel 6 in Ft. Smith, AR)
lots of fast food consumed (I've definitely had enough of that for a looooong time)

Basically, it was great! The only thing that would have made it better was getting to spend more time in each place, since we hardly got to see anything in San Francisco or Albuquerque. I definitely recommend a road trip like this, and take lots of time so you can stop and enjoy everything. I hope to make a trip along the Eastern coast next. That would be fabulous!

On the Road Again

Today we got to drive across the Hoover Dam! It was really beautiful, as was Lake Mead. We took several pictures. (So far I've taken over 160 pictures on our trip.) I've been continually amazed at the splendor of God's creation as we've been experiencing a plethora of different landscapes, and it's just amazing that He lets us enjoy it all.

We also got to visit the Museum of the Americas at the International Petrified Forest and Dinosaur Park in the lovely, deserted town of Holbrook, Arizona. I'm not sure who thought up this genius idea, but there are just random dinosaurs scattered about the desert terrain, and then the museum had a bunch of artifacts "supposedly" from ancient to modern times. I took pictures of some of the typos found on the placards accompanying the displays, which was fun. (Yes, I'm a grammar snob. Someone has to be.) We got several hilarious photos with the dinosaurs, and I can't wait to upload them and share them with you all. It was truly worth the $5 we paid to get in.

Tomorrow we're off for Oklahoma, which I do believe will be our 8th state. We've already covered over 2000 miles of the U.S. That's pretty amazing, isn't it? It's been such a fun trip. I highly recommend a cross-country road trip to anyone. There's so much that God has created that we haven't seen!

Walking in Vegas

Even though no one apparently cares about my Vegas adventures, I'm updating anyway. I have an illness, clearly.

Highlights from today:

1. Eating New York pizza in the New York New York casino.
2. Playing the slots. We got $15 of free slot play at our hotel, and I came away with a whopping $3.10. Woohoo.
3. Seeing dolphins about two inches away at The Mirage.
4. Seeing white lions and tigers.
5. Seeing said white lions and tigers engage in some Brokeback Lion action. I'm not kidding. (When it started happening, we walked away, but everyone else just took more pictures.)
6. Eating in Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville and having one of the best margaritas I've ever tasted.
7. Finding fun souvenirs for my family.
8. Buying some pretty jewelry.
9. Spotting two Elvi and seeing Kristin get her picture taken with them.

The negatives:

1. Sex is everywhere. Not literal sex, but sexiness. It's disgusting. You can't walk two feet without seeing nearly naked or scantily clad women. This really is Sin City.
2. The Strip is loooong. Our feet are killing us.
3. We wanted to come back to the hotel and go swimming, but the pool closed at 7pm. That's pretty much the lamest closing time ever.

Overall, it's been a wonderful, if not tiring day. Tomorrow we head to Albuquerque!

On the Road Again

Yes, as Susan commented in my last entry, even on vacation I can't get away from Xanga! Guess where I am now. Give up? Las Vegas!! We arrived around 11:00 pm, and it is just completely unbelievable. It's so overwhelming because everything really is as big and bright as it looks in the movies and on TV. We're staying in this awesome hotel called The Luxor, and it's a pyramid (it's prettier than the Memphis pyramid, I must say), and there are like 10 restaurants inside it, a bunch of shows, and 800 pools. (That might be a slight exaggeration. We didn't have a chance to see them all tonight.)

The road trip has been fun, if not slightly exhausting. We're clipping along at a rather fast pace so we can make it home for Father's Day, which means that yesterday and today we were driving for 12 hours. Good thing we're fun gals and enjoy each other's company, or it would be miserable! But instead we've laughed hysterically about something pretty much every other minute, and we've had lots of good music to entertain us.

The one dark spot on the trip occurred in the small town of Hawthorne, Nevada. I was driving, and we had just stopped for gas and were headed toward the highway when I look up and see flashing lights in the rearview mirror. Yes, that's right. I got pulled over. We were all very confused because we honestly couldn't figure out why the cop was pulling us over, but then he came to the window and asked if I'd "observed" the speed limit. I told him I actually hadn't seen any signs in the two minutes I'd been on the road, and so he wanted to clarify that I hadn't "observed" the speed limit. I said no again, and he said he'd clocked me going 11 miles over. Do you know how fast I was going? Not 70. Not 80. THIRTY-SIX. Apparently the speed limit was 25 mph, but none of us had seen a sign. The cop was nice about it and knocked it down to a 5 mph violation, so I'll be "donating" $47 to the hideous town of Hawthorne, Nevada. Perhaps it can go toward repairing the door panel of the Shell station, which looked as though someone had put a bullet through it. At the time I was a little upset about it because this will be the first ticket to actually go on my record and I just really had no idea I was doing anything wrong, but it could be a lot worse, so I'm thankful. It's kind of funny now. I guess. :)

Well, it's getting rather late here and we have a full day of sight-seeing in Vegas planned, so I'm going to head to bed. I hope everyone's having a lovely week, and I'm sure I'll be updating tomorrow as well, since we paid $10.99 for this internet service. (You'd think if Holiday Inn could provide free internet the Luxor could, but whatever.)

Happy trails!

Picture Perfect

Some pictures from this weekend (they were all taken on Saturday, actually):

Relaxing after lunch.



Aren't we cute?



That one's my favorite, even though it's kind of dark and fuzzy.

Me with our friends Erin and Jonathan's baby girl, Bethany.



It's baking time!



Adding the cream of tartar to the meringue was a big moment, as Saturday was the first time either of us had ever encountered cream of tartar.



Ta-da!  We did it! 

I'm at home now. It was very hard to leave last night, but I'll get to see him again this Saturday because he's driving me to the Nashville airport so I can catch my flight to Seattle.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?  (I choose to believe that one over "out of sight, out of mind.")

Tonight is the series finale of my beloved Everwood.  It is dying before its time.  I'm not gonna lie, I'm sad about it.

Always Follow the Directions

Stephen is out walking his dog Bailey, so I'm taking this opportunity to update. We've had the most lovely time. Today we went to Chili's for lunch with a married couple, Jonathan and Erin, and their little baby girl Bethany, and we had a great time. We were both in their wedding, and it's always fun being around a baby, especially when she's happy and not fussy. Then we went to Books a Million, which I kind of hate as a bookstore, but since that's pretty much all Jackson has in the way of bookstores and Stephen had a gift card, we went. He couldn't find anything, so he bought me One Hundred Years of Solitude, which I've been wanting to read and will be added to my rapidly growing list of books to read this summer.

We also had quite the culinary adventure. Stephen's mom makes this really good chocolate pie that he loves, and he got the recipe, so we decided to try it. I've baked little in my life, aside from those "slice and bake" cookies, and I don't believe Stephen is an experienced chef either, but that didn't deter us. We interspersed a little dancing to Michael Buble with our cooking, which I highly recommend as a way of making the whole experience much more interesting. One lesson about recipes: read all of the directions before you start dumping in ingredients. Otherwise you'll add things before they are meant to be added. The pie called for a meringue topping, which we had to try twice since we couldn't quite get the hang of it, but we finally decided to just throw it on there and see what happens. It ended up looking very pretty (I took a picture of course, which I will upload when I'm at home), and we're waiting on it to cool so we can eat it, and then I'm going to beat Stephen at Scattergories again.

Tomorrow we're going to try and complete our list of planned activities, and so that means bowling and swinging and possibly a screening of The Breakup. Yay!!

Hope everyone is having a splendid weekend!

Title of the Blog

I'm with Stephen. We're spending the weekend together. (Not the WHOLE weekend-I am sleeping somewhere else, just to clarify.) We're having a jolly good time, and I'm not going to want to leave come Sunday. Boo.

Conspiracy Theory is a good movie. Stephen's dog is hyper. Stephen is going to learn how to play the guitar, and I'm going to teach, which means he won't be able to play anything. That's pretty much it.

Oh, and I'm happy. I think that's enough choppy sentences for now.