Paul said to me yesterday, “Is all wedding planning this confusing?”
I said, “This is confusing?”
Hehe i guess it shows the differences between us (I was trying to explain to him the duties of a maid of honor).
So I’m taking a poll: If we got married in February and not in Florida, then do you think it would be tacky to have a beach theme? Kinda like “bring Florida north” idea? Let me know what you think…
I came across some information today that I thought I would share with the whole wide world. It makes me laugh, and it will give everyone some insight into the character of the man I am marrying. :-)
Here is a card that he wrote in high school to a friend about to leave to college:
“Hey congrads on making it to IOU I mean ICU (that’s good you probably see me too) But anyways have fun at college and remember all that I’ve taught you – never run with pointy objects and marbles in your mouth. ~ Paul B. Remember be careful of those trendy purple cows that ask too many pointless questions.”
Well it has been a long three days… Actually, i can’t believe it’s only been three days since graduation. Graduation was a hard day… When I first saw all the graduates I almost burst into tears. Why do people have to graduate? Why can’t they be the same year as me? A lot of people thought i was graduating too… they wondered how i got such a bad sunburn under my robe… Paul and I went out with Josh and Beth for dessert and drinks Saturday night. That was fun, although they kept talking about graduation things that I hadn’t heard. Paul didn’t tell me anything about graduation including that it was going to be outside. :-(
I was very emotional on Saturday. I was exhausted, badly sunburnt, and saying goodbye to all my close friends. There’s something comforting in saying “see you later”. When I said goodbye to Rachel Stuckey, I was at a loss for words. Finally I was like, “see you in heaven!” I hate goodbyes. :-(
Saying goodbye to Paul was hard too. I didn’t want to. We met on Sunday morning for short devotions and prayer, and I finally had to leave because i was starting to cry. I hate trying to drive when I’m crying. Like how i drove myself home from the airport when Paul left last semester. I drove to Carmel and hung out with Joanna and Tree for a little bit, and then I started my journey.
The trip went well, if uneventful. In Indy there was one point when they closed the highway, and we all got off but then they didn’t have any detour signs. I was confused! So I stopped at a gas station and got directions (some guys also tried to pick me up, but I showed off my beautiful ring and told them i was taken). Other than that it was fine. I stopped at Beth Booth’s house on Lookout Mountain and had a nice visit with her. I ended up getting to my grandmother’s house in Atlanta at around 10 pm – 14 hours after I left Taylor. Not too bad, considering I stopped in Carmel for an hour and a half and I stopped at Beth’s for an hour and a half. And I hit construction twice.
I picked up my brother in Atlanta and headed down. AJ had a GPS system that he used on his laptop, and the most interesting thing about that was that he was able to measure my speed, thus confirming my suspicions that my speedometer says i’m going 4-5 miles an hour faster than i’m actually going. It was fun going 80 down the highway. And not worrying about cops. (Let me say that when you get high enough, the needle on the spedometer doesn’t really distinguish between 75-80-85.)
But yeah, we made it here in 8 1/2 hours including stopping at my aunt’s house. So it was all good. I am glad to be back now. Out of the car. And home. If this is home? I don’t know anymore. But I do have a room here, that’s nice. And a dog. I do like my dog. Or rather, I’m so pet-starved that I’ll even be nice to the dog. :-) That’s more accurate. I’m sure if i had a cat that i would go back to ignoring Spunky as normal.
Okay this is a long post. I’m going to go now and set up my computer. and unpack. maybe. :-) I’m not so much in the mood to do that, so maybe i’ll go back to the book i’m reading, “The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands”.
So I really don’t have time to write, but I wanted to take a few minutes and reflect… Mostly because of reading Beth’s blog. I was thinking today, “This is my last time in Gerig. This is my last time checking my mailbox. This is my last time with stackable furniture and a messy suite.”
Am I ready for this? I gotta be. We found out today that Paul didn’t get the job here at Taylor, so now he’s going home. Which means that we’ll most likely not see each other until September. :-( That makes me sad. I’m going to miss all my friends. I’m going to miss being entertained by Beth, hanging out with Melissa, deep and thoughtful talks with Emily… I’m going to miss the encouraging words and cheerful voices of the girls of 2G. While I think living in Fairlane will be good for me, I don’t think it will be without losses. I’m going to miss being able to walk into random suites and talk to people. I’m going to miss the community bathroom (i know, i’m weird). I’m going to miss working the desk, and sorting the mail (who got packages today??). I’m going to miss my roommate… I’m going to miss the family atmosphere.
Okay i need to go finish packing before i break into tears. :-(
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