Good times

I love my girls!

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Thanksgiving Day!

Brittany and Hannah

Baby Ethan

Brittany and Ethan

Mom and Dad

"Walk the Line"

It seems I have neglected blogger for long enough. I'm sitting here in North Georgia, wishing somewhat fervently that I could be a little more excited about Thanksgiving day. We're not having dinner with my grandparents this year, and that makes me a little blue. It will still be a nice day home, however, and I'm glad for the time with family. I'm flipping through holiday recipes and deciding that a cooking spree might be in order.

It's so fun rummaging through Christmas magazines and coming up with festive ideas. Have a Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

"It's raining men, hallelujah..."

I just returned from lunch at a quiet little restaurant on Wayne Street. We were the only college students in the place, most of the crowd being elderly individuals or business men and women. The older individuals apparently frequent the joint quite regularly because they were greeted by name as they entered. Some people manage to become as much a part of a place as the walls or the furnishings. It was very Mayberry. Made me smile.

In order to handle the stress of yesterday, I redecorated and cleaned my living room and bedroom. There is a list on my fridge door of everything I have to accomplish in the next three weeks. There are sixteen projects and final exams due within the next twenty days. That's almost a project a day for the next two and a half weeks.

If I run out of things to clean, I might have to start organizing...

New haircut!!!

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It's all gone! It feels great!!!

It never ceases to amaze me how the actions of one person can seemingly alter the state of the universe. I don't really have the words to describe my range of emotions. I will just leave it at that.

Good relations with the Wookies, I have

Another weekend draws to a close. I'm staring glumly out the window, thinking too much and counting the weeks left in the semester. I count to see how many breaks are left, but I only end up scaring myself by realizing how little time I have to accomplish so much. It is so hard for me to motivate myself on cloudy days like today. I have sight-singing to prepare for. Our first dictation exam is rapidly approaching as well. I have a MT performance tomorrow night, but I haven't practiced my piece in over a week. Oh yeah. Music History quiz, too. And let's not forget my Psych of Music summary. But somehow, none of that seems to matter. I don't really care. I will get it done...just not right now.

Our PO visit went well. I was so nervous in the beginning, but everything fell into place in a really good way.

I'm in one of those moods where I just want to be held. Hugged. Loved. It's such a wonderful, comforting, happy place to be. I suppose I will finish getting ready, go to church, then have a girly day.