You best tighten up...you 'bout a bitch! .... Part I
This week could not be described as anything less than an emotional rollercoaster ride. And we aren't talking Mr. Toad's Wild Ride....we are talking Carowinds Top Gun, legs dangling, heart pounding, loops galore!
My week started off at home in Aiken, where I spent the weekend. It was so nice to be in the comfort of my hometown, where I knew every back road, every restaurant, and almost everyONE. It was a bittersweet return though. I hadn't been back to Aiken since I moved to Charleston August 3rd. I was the longest time I have spent away from home since I lived in Germany in 10th grade. Lindsey was gratious enough to give me a ride home on Friday along with her friend Brent, whose twin brother had gone to high school with us.
Garen had spent the night with me on Thursday and had taken Karl out for the morning on Friday while I was in class. My Logic professor didn't show up for class, so my day was done earlier than usual. I walked home, but having forgotten my cell phone in the apartment and had given my keys to Garen, my early arrival home meant that I was locked out. Well Scott (our gay neighbor with the dog) came home about the same time and let me use his phone. He was moving out on Sunday and I remember him complaining constantly about his apartment being so small that is was literally unlivable. Well after seeing it, I know what he meant. You wouldn't believe that my apartment and his were in the same building! His was a shoebox! Well, I couldn't get in touch with Garen or Lindsey, or anyone for that matter. So I decided I would just wait outside on the porch for garen to come back. She had gone out to lunch with Lindsey and Jimmy and would be home soon. As I walked out of the stairwell leading to Scott's apartment, I head Scott shreik and I looked in front of me, only to find a baby bat flapping on the porch floor. We decided we had to do something to save the bat and not just let it die in the hot sun (that would just be cruel!) So I made a box out of cardboard scraps and Scott scooted the bat into it. We hopped in Scotts car (and all I could here was the sound of my mother's voice saying not to get in cars with men you don't know....but this was Scott. First of all he's gay, second of all he is harmless...I could beat him up!) So we drove around in search for a Vet. We found one two blocks away on Pinckney St. Unfortunately they couldn't do anything for the bat, but they gave me the number to animal control. I called and they said they would be there shortly to pick up the bat. I waited for 45 minutes and looked at my watch to find that Garen would be leaving shortly to meet me outside of my class. I quickly scribbled a note to animal control explaining the situation and thanked the nice people of Ole Towne Veterinary. I hurried back to the apartment and arrived just as Garen was walking out of the door. Good timing, if I do say so myself. We pack up all of Karl's belonging (she was spending the night at Lindsey and Joye's and then going back to Aiken the next day), hop in the car (with Karl in my lap) and drive to Lindseys. I say my goodbyes to Karl and Garen and thank Joye for watching Karl for the night and Lindsey and I leave for Aiken.
We got home about 7 and Mom had fixed Taco Ring for dinner. It was sooo yummy. Lindsey stayed over for dinner and then I went to Sarah's to watch a movie and hang out. I took Chauncey with me to play with Sarah's kitten Ellie. We ended up not watching the movie and just talking, which was fine with me, since I hadn't seen Sarah and Will since I left. The remainder of the weekend was spent at home and at Sarahs....which I wouldn't have changed for the world. It was so nice to be in the company of friends and family. Katie was home for the weekend so she came over to Sarah's on Saturday night as well. It was so nice to visit with her as well. Ashley brought Layla over on Saturday night too. She is getting so big...and now she can smile and laugh...it is adorable!
I am not getting Chauncey though...which is heartbreaking in itself. My dad is WAY too attached for me to strip him from him. All along I was worried about my mom having a horrible case of the empty nest syndrome....but it ended up being my dad...and the only way he has coped through the whole thing was by having Chauncey as his little friend. They are so cute together it is almost pathetic. A grown man...more than grown (I mean he's 53), hugging this little kitten with the goofiest smile on his face. He is like a five year old with a new toy! He even told me that he looks at the clock at work and counts down the hours until he can go home and play with him...and maybe my mom will be there! Can you believe that?! It is craziness! And he didn't even want to keep Chauncey!
Well, What can you do?!
So the weekend, as I said, was bittersweet. I enjoyed being at home, but I had the hardest time falling asleep on Friday night because I wasn't in MY bed. And Sunday was hard as well because my mom cried as I was leaving...I told her I would be home in two weeks. I felt bad because even though I spent the majority of the weekend at home...I didn't get to spend a lot of quality time with her. But when you only have about 48 hours at home...your time is very divided.
Well Sunday I returned home around 3:30 or so. I rested for a little bit and then went over to Ntassios with Julia to help out with the moving process. I worked my butt off...I will be so happy to never have to match a pair of Diesel shoes ever again!! But it was worth it. Noula has been nice enough to give me discounts without really even knowing me, so I felt obligated. Plus I didn't do just to say I helped out or I was there. I had nothing else to do until 8, when Lindsey and I were going to get dinner, so I might as well have.
Okay, my fingers are tired...I can't remember the last time I typed this much in one sitting.
Next entry will cover the week....OY VEY! That is all I have to say about that!
My week started off at home in Aiken, where I spent the weekend. It was so nice to be in the comfort of my hometown, where I knew every back road, every restaurant, and almost everyONE. It was a bittersweet return though. I hadn't been back to Aiken since I moved to Charleston August 3rd. I was the longest time I have spent away from home since I lived in Germany in 10th grade. Lindsey was gratious enough to give me a ride home on Friday along with her friend Brent, whose twin brother had gone to high school with us.
Garen had spent the night with me on Thursday and had taken Karl out for the morning on Friday while I was in class. My Logic professor didn't show up for class, so my day was done earlier than usual. I walked home, but having forgotten my cell phone in the apartment and had given my keys to Garen, my early arrival home meant that I was locked out. Well Scott (our gay neighbor with the dog) came home about the same time and let me use his phone. He was moving out on Sunday and I remember him complaining constantly about his apartment being so small that is was literally unlivable. Well after seeing it, I know what he meant. You wouldn't believe that my apartment and his were in the same building! His was a shoebox! Well, I couldn't get in touch with Garen or Lindsey, or anyone for that matter. So I decided I would just wait outside on the porch for garen to come back. She had gone out to lunch with Lindsey and Jimmy and would be home soon. As I walked out of the stairwell leading to Scott's apartment, I head Scott shreik and I looked in front of me, only to find a baby bat flapping on the porch floor. We decided we had to do something to save the bat and not just let it die in the hot sun (that would just be cruel!) So I made a box out of cardboard scraps and Scott scooted the bat into it. We hopped in Scotts car (and all I could here was the sound of my mother's voice saying not to get in cars with men you don't know....but this was Scott. First of all he's gay, second of all he is harmless...I could beat him up!) So we drove around in search for a Vet. We found one two blocks away on Pinckney St. Unfortunately they couldn't do anything for the bat, but they gave me the number to animal control. I called and they said they would be there shortly to pick up the bat. I waited for 45 minutes and looked at my watch to find that Garen would be leaving shortly to meet me outside of my class. I quickly scribbled a note to animal control explaining the situation and thanked the nice people of Ole Towne Veterinary. I hurried back to the apartment and arrived just as Garen was walking out of the door. Good timing, if I do say so myself. We pack up all of Karl's belonging (she was spending the night at Lindsey and Joye's and then going back to Aiken the next day), hop in the car (with Karl in my lap) and drive to Lindseys. I say my goodbyes to Karl and Garen and thank Joye for watching Karl for the night and Lindsey and I leave for Aiken.
We got home about 7 and Mom had fixed Taco Ring for dinner. It was sooo yummy. Lindsey stayed over for dinner and then I went to Sarah's to watch a movie and hang out. I took Chauncey with me to play with Sarah's kitten Ellie. We ended up not watching the movie and just talking, which was fine with me, since I hadn't seen Sarah and Will since I left. The remainder of the weekend was spent at home and at Sarahs....which I wouldn't have changed for the world. It was so nice to be in the company of friends and family. Katie was home for the weekend so she came over to Sarah's on Saturday night as well. It was so nice to visit with her as well. Ashley brought Layla over on Saturday night too. She is getting so big...and now she can smile and laugh...it is adorable!
I am not getting Chauncey though...which is heartbreaking in itself. My dad is WAY too attached for me to strip him from him. All along I was worried about my mom having a horrible case of the empty nest syndrome....but it ended up being my dad...and the only way he has coped through the whole thing was by having Chauncey as his little friend. They are so cute together it is almost pathetic. A grown man...more than grown (I mean he's 53), hugging this little kitten with the goofiest smile on his face. He is like a five year old with a new toy! He even told me that he looks at the clock at work and counts down the hours until he can go home and play with him...and maybe my mom will be there! Can you believe that?! It is craziness! And he didn't even want to keep Chauncey!
Well, What can you do?!
So the weekend, as I said, was bittersweet. I enjoyed being at home, but I had the hardest time falling asleep on Friday night because I wasn't in MY bed. And Sunday was hard as well because my mom cried as I was leaving...I told her I would be home in two weeks. I felt bad because even though I spent the majority of the weekend at home...I didn't get to spend a lot of quality time with her. But when you only have about 48 hours at home...your time is very divided.
Well Sunday I returned home around 3:30 or so. I rested for a little bit and then went over to Ntassios with Julia to help out with the moving process. I worked my butt off...I will be so happy to never have to match a pair of Diesel shoes ever again!! But it was worth it. Noula has been nice enough to give me discounts without really even knowing me, so I felt obligated. Plus I didn't do just to say I helped out or I was there. I had nothing else to do until 8, when Lindsey and I were going to get dinner, so I might as well have.
Okay, my fingers are tired...I can't remember the last time I typed this much in one sitting.
Next entry will cover the week....OY VEY! That is all I have to say about that!