Everyday Adventures
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Asheville Mountain Air
I had my bridal portrait this weekend, and it was wonderful for 3 (three) reasons: I had it in Asheville at a mountain lake, and it was a beautiful day. I spent the whole day with my sister Amanda. It forced me to get over of my WEDDING DRESS FEAR. Up until yesterday I have been pretty much terrified of my wedding dress. I pull it out of the tiny closet into which it is crammed at the moment, and this is my inner monologue: “Oh my gosh is it touching the ground? I have it flopped over my arm right now, is that crushing the delicate details? …
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The Long and Winding Road
I drive a little less than an hour each way to and from work. I get up earlier, I get home later, I spend a frickin mint on gas. I don’t mind. It’s a pretty drive. The cross streets have names like "Payne’s Tavern Lane," and "Wagner Dairy Road," and "Jones’ Store Road,and (my favorite) "Crickett Hill." Follow the winding gravel lane of Crickett Hill, and you will come across an impeccably kept double wide trailer, complete with front garden and cheerful seasonal flag – parked on about forty acres of green rolling fields and dripping emerald forest. Would I trade my little house on a 1/3 acre lot for that double wide…
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Grumpy
Phew I am tired. And grumpy. And I’m simply not going to grump here because no one wants to hear it. Besides I just had a Cadbury Cream Egg and those always turn my frown upside down. Bella got fixed at last. I am so pleased. She is sort of groggy and quiet, and moving a little gingerly, but she’ll be all healed up soon. Meanwhile, I am enjoying the peaceful nights’ sleep. This weekend I will be a single girl – Manda is going on a road trip with a friend and the Professor is going to a bachelor party in the mountains, so I will have the house to…
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USA Wins the Medal in Skiing and Waitressing
I, the Reluctant Grownup, win the Gold for spectacular wipeouts on the ski slopes. Thank you, thank you, it’s really just an honor to be here. I’d like to thank my parents who never took me skiing as a kid, and my sister for helpfully taking pictures of me flung out on the ground. Lastly, thanks go to my boyfriend, or rather, fiance, who on every run took off without me in a swish of powder, but waited patiently at the bottom of the slope to laugh as I crossed skis, keeled over toward the right, over corrected, and did some very uncomfortable splits. You all made this happen. You. In…
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The Sour and the Sweet
This has been a fabulous week. I have caught up on sleep, on home projects, on reading, on wedding research, and on my exercise program. I did my taxes, baked tons of cookies, read a bunch of (seriously boring) human resources material, and cleaned out the shed. I love this week. And it isn’t over, I have five more days until I rejoin the rat race, and even then it will be a much more fun race than it has been of late. 🙂 A couple of entries ago I gave you all a little teaser about what was going on in my busy life, and I haven’t forgotten. Here,…