04.06.09
I Been Bad
Yes, I have. I’m wearing the most beautiful, most expensive, piece of jewelry that I’ve ever touched in my entire life and Saturday I find myself drooling over a Bulgari ad on the New York Times website, which turned into a quick click to read the story on Bulgari’s “Save The Children” line of jewelry, that became an hour long perusing of the Bulgari website. I have an addiction to spending money.
To counteract this addiction, I have signed up to volunteer at a food bank over in dekalb county, a summer program at this big methodist church that me and Jake used to go to, and am on the contact sheet for the same church’s tutoring program starting in the fall. This has been a thought in the making toward action. It culminated in the store the other day when this college student tried to judge me based on how I was dressed and the fact that I was sitting there looking at Nordstrom’s website. She tried to get into it with me over my shallow and materialistic habits and I totally ripped her a new one. I know envy may have played a part in her outburst, but there was a lesson that she needed to learn: Public Behavior. *sigh* I was once very outspoken about my beliefs too, but it is imperative that we all learn the right place, the right time, and the right way to go about promoting our views.
Anyway… Feeling a bit guilty is not the sole reason for me finally having found somewhere where I can help those that have not had the luck that I have. My junior and senior year in college, myself, a few friends (from the many clubs and organizations I participated in), my RA, and my economics professor’s TA (who I may or may not have been fooling around with at the time) met up and started volunteering at multiple churches, food banks, homeless shelters, and even Boy & Girls of America. So, I feel its way past high time I get back into volunteering. My mother runs a clothing drive several times a year, and my father would open up his farm to the public as a summer program for teens who needed a job or even just a place to be during the day, my family has never been one to shy away from sharing what we have.
When I told Scott about it, he pulled me into a hug and said, “Well haven’t you had a busy day?” and grinned. I don’t know how he can be so unfazed about anything and everything. I could tell him that I was growing a purple toe, and he would laugh and ask if I needed help doing my pedicure. We got to talking about it, and he wasn’t surprised at all the work I had done my junior and senior year. In fact, his parents used to work with Habitat For Humanity and even went out to Louisiana to clean up after Katrina. That’s where his brother met his wife.
In this downward-spiraling economy, no help offered will be turned away, and until we get out of this downslide, I will be doing all I can, withing good reason. I don’t want to have a sleep-deprivation-caused breakdown like I did halfway through my senior year.
Happy spring break to all of those that are on vacation this week!
12.27.08
It’s Christmas (Part 1)
As I sit here listening to my Ipod (set to shuffle), I get to relax for the first time in 2 weeks. The Alabamians have ended their conquering of my apartment, heading home this morning after being in Atlanta since Christmas Eve. Scott never looked as happy as when he was sitting at our kitchen table surrounded by his loud relatives. It was only a few days, but it felt like the Inquisition! His mother constantly made not-so-subtle remarks about my naked ring finger, and his brother hit on me… literally, we wrestled in the living room over the aspects of some novel. I won, of course. 
Skinny Me was there. EEK! It was disastorous at first. I should’ve been wearing a black and white shirt I refereed so many arguments, but I don’t look good in stripes. lol
So, Christmas this year was a very toned event for me, gift-wise. I got Skippy this black tie with red reindeer on it- very sophisticated looking, a new pair of brown shoes from Bass, (He’s hard to buy for- Bigfoot) and a couple of new shirts and stuff. I can’t buy him other stuff because he’s got everything he wants, and buying him things like a neck massager or whatever would just be lame.
He got me a red cashmere sweater to replace the one I can’t find, a knock-off Gucci bag (*inward scream* It looks so real and is soooo pretty) some books by Harmon Leon (Google him- he is hilarious), and a pair of dangly diamond earrings and matching necklace. It makes me feel bad that he got me more than I got him, but I got over it real quick like.
We went down to Savannah last weekend for my mother’s annual Christmas party. I got drunk off my face and had loads of fun- I guess… teehee. All I remember is waking up next to Scott in my Birthday suit… in my old bedroom. Awkwardest breakfast EVER. When I asked Scott if I did anything embarassing, he only shrugged and said, “Not really. Only if you count falling on your ass in the front yard, almost flashing the entire neighborhood.”
Note to self: Never go to Savannah again and never wear short dresses again. But it was this cute little red, satin number that I wore with some t-straps.
Next post I will tell you about my *sigh* 30th Birthday… I”M OLD!!! When did this happen and how!!
01.05.08
Shut Up And Kiss Me
I just got back to Georgia early yesterday morning, so now I get to write about my drunken actions in Alabama.
Scott had us a room booked in this great hotel in town, which we spent time testing the room if you know what I mean 
. Arriving to his parents’ house fashionably late, we mingled and he introduced me to tons of his friends and close companions since forever. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know that he managed to make all his married “bros” extremely jealous with me.
My dress went over better than I would have ever expected. Let’s just say Scott was the one that made us late to the party and leave it at that.
The dress linked in my previous post plus a pair of black heels made me feel very self-confident. So confident that I drank way too much and danced like a fool when nobody else was. Thankfully, all the other guests were half in the hole also. It was nice. Booze, great hour devours, great company, plenty of talking junk and cutting up, and even the occasional corner couple making out was the equation of a perfect evening.
Just before the countdown began, a very drunk Scott found me hiding and checking my email and such. He began rambling on about something, and he wouldn’t shut up. He was talking so much that when the ball dropped, I had to grab him and kiss him to shut him up. It turned into a even better kiss. Then, he mentioned ringing the new year in… in style. That night also reminded me why I never wear short skirts anymore; it’s a good thing Scott was the only one who has eyes for me or there would be bloodshed. “Alpha-male” my behind.
Yesterday was my recovery day. Meaning, I spent the day in Scott’s with a bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water. Poor thing had to go to work; he looked like someone had built a landfill over his grave. Today, however, he was bright-eyed and annoying all over again. He told me that his resolution was to be open to love and commitment, plus a few that he was keeping secret. Eeek!
Speaking of resolutions, here are mine: (so far)
1.) Be more open to new ideas.
2.) Kick out my squatting roommate. (He’s not paying any rent, and he is making my nice apartment into a place FEMA wouldn’t even touch)
3.) Quit spending all my money on books and designer clothing.
4.) Quit stealing Halley’s clothes.
5.) Don’t let Scott get me fat with his fabulous cooking!
6.) Go to the gym and the park more often.
7.) Get more sleep. (I make this one every year, and never occasionally achieve)
8.) Do not let past relationships and friends cloud my vision and hurt my present relationship.
2007 was a dramatic roller coaster and sure did take its toll on me. Nonetheless, I will learn from past mistakes and manage my life a little better. At least I know I’m growing as a person. Who’d have thought a relationship would do that to me after all these years? 
*By the way, as an afterthought (because I don’t know how I managed to forget), Dawgs kicked islander ass, and I got to cheer and whoop in front of a bunch of Auburn fans. OH YEAH!
12.30.07
Rockin’ Out Like It’s 1989!
Well, I was only 11 in 1989, but 1999 was not the best year for me.
Scott and I are leaving to go to his family’s house tomorrow. We would’ve left today, but I couldn’t leave the store on one of the busiest Saturdays of the year. We’ll be staying at a hotel near his parents’home because I insisted and his relatives will be there in force… again. They better stock up real good, because I will be drinking myself under the table during the FOUR days that we are spending in Alabama.
I’ve packed all my jeans, none of my slacks or designer heels, and a dress for New Year’s Eve that Scott hasn’t seen yet. I imagine his jaw will be somewhere near the floor when he sees it. After Scott told me that the New Year’s Eve party was more than just family and that I needed to dress up that one night, I spent all night online looking for the perfect party dress. He woke up one time during that night, and once he figured out what I was doing, murmured, “I love your legs, honey.”
Then, I found it… Of course, I took the contrasting camisole out because I wanted to make an impression. Part of my black strapless bra will be visible in the front, but it’s not in the back… I tried it on and checked when I first got it. Let’s just say it definitely shows off my legs- even if they aren’t as tan as they should be. (no bending over either)
Georgia is going to stay with Halley and Edward until I get back. Her and Wednesday get along so well that it’s scary. Wednesday likes to act like a puppy to around Georgia, but she acts like the mama around me. My dogs are conspiring against me, I know it.
Shit!! I just realized that I’ll have to watch the Sugar Bowl in a room full of Auburn fans. Just great… I’ll have to bite my tongue and drink beer. Although I know he is secretly a firm UGA fan, he went to Auburn and has some loyalties there too. That’s why we are spending a few days apart when the time rolls around when the two teams finally play each other again. That’s if we’re still dating come football season next year.
Must remain optimistic. Must not look for flaws where none present themselves. Ohm…
I’ll post as soon as we get back from Alabama. Until then, Happy New Year’s too all. Seen you in 2008!
12.24.07
Grandma Takes The Highway
OH. MY. GOD. I thought my family was a little strange… Scott’s family is worse than strange. It’s just downright…. I don’t even have a word for what they are.
When we first got to his parents’ house, I felt like Dorothy after the tornado. I had changed into nice slacks and a pretty blouse once we entered state lines (much to the enjoyment of other drivers), but I wished I had kept on my track pants and UGA hoodie. The house was nice; it’s a beautiful old-style country farmhouse… huge house.
All the relatives came out to unload the presents we had packed into Scott’s Tahoe sport while a few of the others oohed and aahed over me. I cowered under his arm until we entered the house. I escaped to the kitchen, where his mom was elbow-deep in flour. I sat at the table, where Scott handed me a small glass of what turned out to be bourbon. “Trust me, you’ll want it.”
I downed it and sat there, listening to the noises coming from the rest of the house. The kitchen seemed like the safest and calmest place until his mom, Janine, put her pie in the oven. She wiped her hands and turned to me as if to say, “I’ll get you my pretty!”
Sitting down next to me, Janine proceeded to interview me like I was applying for NASA. After the interrogation, Scott returned with a line of people following behind him. He introduced each relative in an orderly fashion. as he finished with his nephew, Chris, he bellowed, “Where’s Grandma?” Now, he fits in with the rowdy bunch.
I looked around, repeating the question to Chris. Chris smiled at me and said, “Grandma took the highway.”
Janine snatched Chris up, tensely smiling. “Frank’s (Scott’s father) mother got sick a few years ago. She lives with us now since all the kids have moved out.”
I looked at Scott for more explanation, so he sighed. “Grandma smokes medical marijuana,” he whispered. “Whenever she goes out into the woods to smoke, we tell the young’uns that she’s taking the high way.” He looked at me, pleading me with his eyes not to run from the house screaming.
Instead, I laughed. “That’s a good one. Who thought that up?”
“That’d be me,” answered a deep voice in the doorway. “Frank ____”
I shook the extended hand, which is so much like Scott’s, and got yanked into a bone-snapping hug. I’m not a small, frail girl by any means; these guys are just so much bigger than me. It’s a little overwhelming to be in the middle of so much testosterone and… maleness. Frank was a older, grayer, rougher, hairier version of Scott. I could picture girls swooning for him in the good old days just as well as I could see Scott ruling his school.
After an early dinner, held in a dining room the length of a small bowling alley, presents were unwrapped and the beer came out by the case. Scott drank with his brothers, uncles, cousins, and anybody else who was in arm’s reach, so I took over DD duty. I had to get back to Atlanta to get some sleep before I drove down to Savannah for my own family’s Christmas.
Things went way better than I thought they would. He comes from a country background, but in the South, who doesn’t? His relatives left me alone for the most part. I think some people were either shy or intimidated. I can’t wait until the New Years Party; Scott and I are driving over for a few days, so I get to drink as much as I want and find out what he and his relatives really think of me. yay… I can’t wait.
