Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Same old place
Same old city
What can I do, I'm fallin' in love,
Oh Atlanta,
I hear you calling
I'll be coming back to you
one fine day
No need to worry.
There's no hurry
I'm (bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
on my way, back to Ge-or-gia
I saw Allison Kraus sing this song at some outdoor amphitheater in Mass. that I can't remember the name of. And this weekend it's coming true.
After much debate over what my holiday plans would be, I decided Sunday to drive to Georgia to see Stephanie over the Thanksgiving holiday. When am I ever going to live within driving distance of Atlanta again? I'm leaving tonight after work, to drive to Kodak, Tennessee (not Kodiak, like the bear), where Steph celebrates Thanksgiving with her extended family. We'll drive back down to Atlanta on Thursday for a weekend full of fun and adventure. I'm very excited. I like meeting new people and making new friends, but there's nothing like time spent with old friends. It's a refreshing drink of water for my heart.
Last weekend was very fun. Saturday I went to Annapolis to see the Navy/Central Michigan game. (Navy won 63-34.) Being around that many men in uniform was everything I hoped and dreamed when I was 14. Except now, all the guys that were so hot because they looked mature (and awesome in uniform) looked young and uncomfortable -- because they're 18. They're all younger than me. I don't know if they should give uniforms to guys that young. It's dangerous. Fortunately, I didn't risk violating the recently re-instituted 3 M's rule of dating, which has been revamped and upgraded to the 4 M's.
We had to leave before the game was over to get back to DC, but took a few minutes to drive around Annapolis, which is adorable. It reminds me of the small New England shipping towns we used to drive through, except that it's all brick instead of clapboard. I'm looking forward to taking day trips up there in the future.
Saturday night was girls' night with the roomies. We watched Chicago and made mudslides (no pillow fights). Sunday was church, lunch with people from church (neato), nap and football. My Pats are leading their division. Redskins -- not so much.
The weekend was gorgeous. It was clear and sunny and in the 60's. I got out onto the trail by my house both days. Someone told me that the tricky thing about DC weather is that every season before it turns bad, there are a few days where everything lets up and it's absolutely beautiful. I think this weekend was it (and not just because it hailed on my car on Monday night). Now it's time for winter.
I have two job interviews in the next couple of weeks for part-time jobs I found on craigslist. They couldn't be more different from each other, but I'm excited about both of them. One is a nanny position for a family with 16-month-old twins in Georgetown, and the other is an copy editor/writer job with a company that does contract work for credit unions. There are great things about each of them. I'll keep you posted.
My little brother apparently had a good birthday last week, and enjoyed the cookies I sent. He didn't comment on the card/wall poster I sent of The Rock. I don't remember exactly what it said, but it contained the word "jabron". (It was a card and a poster.) I'll have to look for it in his dorm room next time I go visit.
What can I do, I'm fallin' in love,
Oh Atlanta,
I hear you calling
I'll be coming back to you
one fine day
No need to worry.
There's no hurry
I'm (bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum)
on my way, back to Ge-or-gia
I saw Allison Kraus sing this song at some outdoor amphitheater in Mass. that I can't remember the name of. And this weekend it's coming true.
After much debate over what my holiday plans would be, I decided Sunday to drive to Georgia to see Stephanie over the Thanksgiving holiday. When am I ever going to live within driving distance of Atlanta again? I'm leaving tonight after work, to drive to Kodak, Tennessee (not Kodiak, like the bear), where Steph celebrates Thanksgiving with her extended family. We'll drive back down to Atlanta on Thursday for a weekend full of fun and adventure. I'm very excited. I like meeting new people and making new friends, but there's nothing like time spent with old friends. It's a refreshing drink of water for my heart.
Last weekend was very fun. Saturday I went to Annapolis to see the Navy/Central Michigan game. (Navy won 63-34.) Being around that many men in uniform was everything I hoped and dreamed when I was 14. Except now, all the guys that were so hot because they looked mature (and awesome in uniform) looked young and uncomfortable -- because they're 18. They're all younger than me. I don't know if they should give uniforms to guys that young. It's dangerous. Fortunately, I didn't risk violating the recently re-instituted 3 M's rule of dating, which has been revamped and upgraded to the 4 M's.
We had to leave before the game was over to get back to DC, but took a few minutes to drive around Annapolis, which is adorable. It reminds me of the small New England shipping towns we used to drive through, except that it's all brick instead of clapboard. I'm looking forward to taking day trips up there in the future.
Saturday night was girls' night with the roomies. We watched Chicago and made mudslides (no pillow fights). Sunday was church, lunch with people from church (neato), nap and football. My Pats are leading their division. Redskins -- not so much.
The weekend was gorgeous. It was clear and sunny and in the 60's. I got out onto the trail by my house both days. Someone told me that the tricky thing about DC weather is that every season before it turns bad, there are a few days where everything lets up and it's absolutely beautiful. I think this weekend was it (and not just because it hailed on my car on Monday night). Now it's time for winter.
I have two job interviews in the next couple of weeks for part-time jobs I found on craigslist. They couldn't be more different from each other, but I'm excited about both of them. One is a nanny position for a family with 16-month-old twins in Georgetown, and the other is an copy editor/writer job with a company that does contract work for credit unions. There are great things about each of them. I'll keep you posted.
My little brother apparently had a good birthday last week, and enjoyed the cookies I sent. He didn't comment on the card/wall poster I sent of The Rock. I don't remember exactly what it said, but it contained the word "jabron". (It was a card and a poster.) I'll have to look for it in his dorm room next time I go visit.
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