Searching for the Witch's Grave

This past Sunday I spent the day at my sister's house in Ludowici (the town I grew up in) with my other sister and cousin. I was possessed with the urge to drive into Ludowici and see what's changed since I've been gone. For those of you who don't know, Ludowici is a very small town with only one redlight, so any change is major. My two sisters, my cousin and me piled into my car and we drove into town.

We took the "scenic route" in and looked at all the new things and visited some old haunts (actually we drove by real slow, but it seemed like we visited them). Then Kasey and I had the brilliant idea to show Teri and Melanie the witch's grave in the old cemetary behind the old elementary school. Of course there is no witch's grave; it was just a grave that boys would show their girlfriends so the girls would be frightened and cling to them thus giving the boys an easy in to a steamy make out session (and yes, I've been there before).

After searching for the witch's grave and not finding it, we drove by Thurman Martin's house (the site of the Ludowici Tomato Patch Murders) and our tour was complete. We returned home.

I've been thinking about this past Sunday on and off this week, and I've realized something. I've spent my whole life running from being a southerner. My New York cousins used to make fun of my accent when I was younger, so I learned not to talk with one. When I tell anyone I'm from Ludowici, I'm slightly embarrassed and mock myself and the education system. Not anymore. I realize that I am a hick. I hate wearing shoes, I like trucks, and if I'm not careful, I very easily slip into a natural, southern accent. I also can't do math thanks to the kooks at Walker Elementary who taught me the wrong way to do subtraction. Big deal. Who am I trying to impress? I guess being a semi redneck is ok.

Swamped

I'm beginning to feel that panicy feeling about school. I feel like I have a lot to do in a little time, so I probably won't be posting anything else until next week. Cheerio.

Modern Day Miracle

I'm sure all of you already know about this fabulous website and I'm the last one to catch the bandwagon, but if you don't, and if you love great shoes, purses, clothing (but especially shoes), then you must go to bluefly.com. I wanted to squeal with delight. I swear, as I looked at the vast and divine selection of shoes, I had mini multiple orgasisms. Right here in the AASU computer lab! Please, go there soon and look if you haven't already.

(Malinda, I'm sure you have been a shopper at this site for years; you're always so trendy.)

Out of the Office

I'm talking a few days off. I'm taking advantage of spring break at SCAD to get caught up in my homework and reading for Armstrong. (Yes, I know. I'm a party animal.) Since Jon won't be able to take vacation time until he has been at his job a year, I thought I might as well as go ahead and use up some of my vacation time. Waste not want not.

So, I won't be back at work until March 24. This means I also won't be near a computer until March 24, so if you need to reach me, don't e-mail, call instead. I'll try to check my e-mail at school before class. I just wanted everyone to know, so when you don't see anything new posted for a week, you know why.

Musings On My Life

In my old age, I find myself becoming less materialistic. Maybe that’s a bad way of looking at it. Actually, I think I prefer that in my old age, I find myself becoming content with my life. Becoming less materialistic sounds too shallow.

I’m no longer as obsessed with owning things. Instead of buying this purse or that cool, new cell phone, I look forward (with unnatural zeal) to paying off my bills and living debt free. The only problem is that I can’t pay things off fast enough. In time though.

Don’t get me wrong. I still buy stuff and still enjoy little gifts, but they’re becoming less important to me than they used to be. It’s a good feeling to stop needing to keep up with everything. Hopefully, I’ll get to the point where I could care less. I feel like I’m becoming an adult (though I still find farts funny and always will).

Why Do People Have To Be So Rude?

Why are you gonna lay on your horn at me when I was following traffic regulations and you failed to yield? Why would you push past someone getting off the elevator so you could get on quicker? Don't you realize that person still has to get off before you can go anywhere? Why are you going to be snide to someone who is doing her job and helping you per your request?

Yes, this morning has sucked. Hopefully, my car won't be vandalized when I get off work and leave for class.

Everyone is in such a hurry today. We've let ourselves take on too much. We resent anyone who slows us down in our endeavor to race through life. I do it too: if someone is going below the speed limit they are automatically "idiots." What's the rush? Why are we speeding through life? It's not even that we're rushing through life so we can take as much in as possible before we die. We're rushing for nothing.

I've got to take time to enjoy life and not let other people's rushes and anger hurt my feelings. I know I'm too sensitive. I always have been.

Though this post isn't very coherent, it feels good to vent. I did receive a card and a friendly e-mail from someone I did a service for last week. I'm not asking to be thanked for my job, but it's super nice when someone does. I guess the day is looking up after all. I may go to Zunzi's for lunch (always a picker upper) since a coworker is trying to woo me away from my boring ham sandwich. Hopefully the day will continue to get better and my car will not be defaced come 5:00.

A Few Exciting Things

Not a lot going on with me lately. That's why I haven't posted anything in a while. A few things I wanted to share with everyone.

1) Thanks to Jennifer P, I have discovered the greatest underwear of all time. They are flattering and comfy. I strongly recommend everyone go out and buy or order a pair. Please view the link below and prepare to be amazed:

http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=13570&pid=299292

2) On April 11, I'm going with some friends to Charleston to hear Dave Sedaris read and muse. I'm really excited. It will be a day with the girls.

3) Jon is out of town this week. Though I miss him, I'm glad he's gone since that always makes me appreciate him more and remember that I'm madly in love with him.

4) Dr. Hollinger pushed back the graduate students Theory paper. I'm thrilled.

See, I'm pretty boring. Hopefully your lives are more exciting than mine.