The End of Summer
I've been meaning to write but I just haven't. I even started writing one day but I was at work and had alot of other things that I should have been doing instead. I've been busy, but not really with important stuff. I feel like the real world just sucks the life out of you slowly until you're just mindless and living through sitcom reruns or something. Have I mentioned yet that I've taken on another weekend job? That means I work six days a week.
Macy left and went back to school this past week for sorority recruitment. She got her own apartment this year and my parents moved her back this week. I wish I could have gone.
I was asked to speak at sorority recruitment but I could get off work. Part of me wants desperately to be down there and the other half is glad that I'm not. I feel like if I saw everyone and could really be a part of it, it would just hurt more. I'm really jealous. I knew who I was when I was at school. I had a place and I had and purpose and I feel like I made a difference in the things I did. Here, I feel like I'm just paying my dues. (Which I am. And I'm not trying to complain about that because that makes sense.)
I am really looking forward to the wedding but more and more I'm looking forward to the honeymoon because it means a vacation to Jamaica and a week off from work.
I haven't really seen much of anyone this summer. Just a few people a couple of times. My town isn't really a happening place you know? It seems like everyone is in Louisville and I tell myself that it would be easier to get out if I lived there but that is just an excuse. I would still be a home-body most likely.
Paul and Sarah are coming down to hang out with Jon and I tonight and I am really happy to see them both. Jon comes down on most weekends and we do wedding and house stuff. He has finally found a work opportunity in what he wants to do and the sooner he gets a job here the sooner he can move here and I can see him everyday.
Jon's mom and sister threw a wedding shower for me last weekend and it was so much fun. I was really scared because I felt like I wouldn't really know anyone and this being my first wedding shower, I didn't know what it expect. It was alot of fun and we got some really great stuff for our house. Some of the things weren't from my registry and they were a great surprise. We got to put some stuff out in our kitchen and it's starting to actually look like a home.
One of the weird things at the shower, and this was spontanious, his aunt did a test with engagement rings to see how many kids you were going to have. I am appartentally going to have two girls. I was bummed. haha (because I am one of two girls and I know how that works sometimes. : ) ) Actually I am tired of everyone asking when we are going to have kids. Frankly, that's no where in the cards any time soon. I'm serious. I don't even know if I ever want kids. And if I someday decide that I do, I want one little boy. I want a small family. Jon and I have agreed that we would like to wait for a decade before we even start to maybe think about having that conversation. Sounds good to me. Anyway, I thought the ring thing was a load of crap and then they started doing it to other people. And the ones that already had kids, the test was right. I went home and did it again myself to prove that it was wrong (because clearly I wanted it to be) and I got the same result. I tried a different string, same result. I tried a different ring thinking that maybe it was the shape of my engagement ring that made it swing a different way. No dice, same result.
Let this be a record to see whether or not this vodoo comes true.
Macy left and went back to school this past week for sorority recruitment. She got her own apartment this year and my parents moved her back this week. I wish I could have gone.
I was asked to speak at sorority recruitment but I could get off work. Part of me wants desperately to be down there and the other half is glad that I'm not. I feel like if I saw everyone and could really be a part of it, it would just hurt more. I'm really jealous. I knew who I was when I was at school. I had a place and I had and purpose and I feel like I made a difference in the things I did. Here, I feel like I'm just paying my dues. (Which I am. And I'm not trying to complain about that because that makes sense.)
I am really looking forward to the wedding but more and more I'm looking forward to the honeymoon because it means a vacation to Jamaica and a week off from work.
I haven't really seen much of anyone this summer. Just a few people a couple of times. My town isn't really a happening place you know? It seems like everyone is in Louisville and I tell myself that it would be easier to get out if I lived there but that is just an excuse. I would still be a home-body most likely.
Paul and Sarah are coming down to hang out with Jon and I tonight and I am really happy to see them both. Jon comes down on most weekends and we do wedding and house stuff. He has finally found a work opportunity in what he wants to do and the sooner he gets a job here the sooner he can move here and I can see him everyday.
Jon's mom and sister threw a wedding shower for me last weekend and it was so much fun. I was really scared because I felt like I wouldn't really know anyone and this being my first wedding shower, I didn't know what it expect. It was alot of fun and we got some really great stuff for our house. Some of the things weren't from my registry and they were a great surprise. We got to put some stuff out in our kitchen and it's starting to actually look like a home.
One of the weird things at the shower, and this was spontanious, his aunt did a test with engagement rings to see how many kids you were going to have. I am appartentally going to have two girls. I was bummed. haha (because I am one of two girls and I know how that works sometimes. : ) ) Actually I am tired of everyone asking when we are going to have kids. Frankly, that's no where in the cards any time soon. I'm serious. I don't even know if I ever want kids. And if I someday decide that I do, I want one little boy. I want a small family. Jon and I have agreed that we would like to wait for a decade before we even start to maybe think about having that conversation. Sounds good to me. Anyway, I thought the ring thing was a load of crap and then they started doing it to other people. And the ones that already had kids, the test was right. I went home and did it again myself to prove that it was wrong (because clearly I wanted it to be) and I got the same result. I tried a different string, same result. I tried a different ring thinking that maybe it was the shape of my engagement ring that made it swing a different way. No dice, same result.
Let this be a record to see whether or not this vodoo comes true.