I think this is going to be my last post, ya'll.  I just don't have time to keep up with this thing...and life has gotten pretty busy. 

My grandfather's funeral was yesterday.  He died last Sunday, the day after my birthday.  So this weekend was full of family, food, and more sarcasm and embarassing childhood anecdotes than even I was quite prepared to handle.  For those of you not blessed to be from the South, around these parts the passing of a loved one is grounds for a family reunion the likes of which is rarely seen north of the Mason-Dixon.  I was hugged and kissed by people I'd never seen before in my life.  My eyes, hair, nose, ankles, teeth, and overall apprearance were assessed and compared to every relative I've ever had, dead or alive, and I guess the verdict was favorable. 

Well, so Xanga's been fun, but I'm over it.  And no, I don't think I'll be getting a myspace anytime soon. 

Oh, and when you think of it, please pray for the Hurricane Katrina victims.  There are quite a few displaced families here in Tallahassee, and no one knows when they'll be able to get back home and start to rebuild their lives. 

Ya'll stay wonderful

Currently Watching Desperate Housewives - The Complete First Season By Teri Hatcher see related

So I see it's feast or famine, eprop Nazis.  Alright, so now for a brief, but altogether fascinating, look into the past couple of days, and anything I might have learned about myself and my fellow man:

1.  Always, ALWAYS report traffic accidents the moment they occur.  Preferably before you get out of the car and angrily demand some crackhead idiot explain WHY he decided to take his half of the road in the MIDDLE.  Because as you may have guessed, that's just what I did.  So he drove off and I did not get a tag number, although my girls did do their best and got me a partial ID.  But to no avail.  Kimay, darling, I still don't regret not going after him and using my steering wheel club to teach him a valuable lesson in responsibility.

2.  Morning theology discussions are best attempted after a coffee.  Or three.

3.  You should never give an idiot a second chance at a date.  Because the nature of idiots is such that they do not, in fact, improve with continued association.  Even if said idiot DOES have a very, very nice car.

4.  Good, VERY good, things do happen when you are least expecting it. 

5.  Blondes DO have more fun.

And finally...Tyler, this is forever in coming, but I had a wonderful time with you and all the (mostly) delightful people in TN....I miss you all!! 

Currently Listening The Celts By Enya see related

- Boadicea

So I went to Old Navy yesterday to exchange those pants I was so excited about.  But when I got to the counter where the cute guy was waiting eagerly to serve me (ha...ha), I realized that the pants I was holding in my arms were, in fact, the wrong ones.  They weren't even Old Navy pants, that's how wrong they were.  Cute guy said that if I managed to bring the right pants in, there wouldn't be any problem exchanging them. For two's!!  Yes, that's right faithful readers, I finally managed a two.  Now one day when I am fat and maternal I will be able to tell my disbelieving children that I was once a two.  However briefly that may have been.

Advancing the narrative...I'm taking a break this semester from school.  Yep, thought it'd be smart to take 13 hours, instead of the usual 17.  Which means that it might take two more years to graduate, instead of the year and a half I had anticipated.  Bummer, but for now it's the best I can do. 

Do you ever sit down to bare your soul on Xanga and suddenly realize that you really don't have that much you want everyone to know?  I'm suddenly finding myself in just that frame of mind right now.  I guess there are only two more things you all should know:

My grandpa is in congestive hear failure, as well as kidney failure.  Meaning, he doesn't have very long at all now.  I just found out.  And I really, really wish I could see him one more time.  But he hasn't been himself in so long...it's almost like he's already been gone awhile.  This is just the last step I guess.

The other thing is that I'm having a birthday...a random, last-teenage-birthday-ever birthday is only 10 days away.  Am I excited?  Not too terribly.  To be honest, my birthdays have always seemed to fall at odd times for me.  Like now, when it doesn't seem like my grandfather will even be here for this one. 

Wow, ok, enough for now.  I'll try to update this thing more often since a couple of you *coughCaylacough* seem to think I'm an eprop whore.  Salve, amicos! 

So I just bought a pair of pants today at Old Navy...guess what?  They were 4 Longs.  I think it's a sign.  Of what, I have absolutely no idea.  But hopefully not that I made a bad choice with regards to further pursuit of my academic goals.  But it was pretty coincidental, think you not?

On a more confident note, I am going home.  Tomorrow.  And I'll be home for a good long while.  Long enough to, I hope, feel like I have gotten my feet back up under me again.  This last week and some change has been a challenge...but I won't bore any of you with the gory details.

And on a slightly uncharacteriscally low note:

Is it ever really possible to get away, to distance yourself from people, from habits...even from yourself? 

I hope so.

Oh, and I got a car

Currently Reading The Canterbury Tales : (original-spelling edition) (Penguin Classics) By Geoffrey Chaucer, Jill Mann see related

The wayward phone has now been found.  Oh, and guys are pigs.  It's never a surprise, but always a disappointment.

I'm going to leave you all with some words of wisdom from my 86 year-old great Aunt Lois, quoting her father, a still more anciently remote individual, who concerning the company one keeps, said,

"You flit around with the butterflies, and eventually you'll lite on a turd."

Ahh, the wisdom of the ancients...