Waiting round the bend,
My huckleberry friend,


It is harder to keep up with people without the luxury of a computer. The first thing I have done this morning was to put in my contacts so I can read my brother's blog. I actually called him last night because I didn't know how he was. I needed to ask. I missed him. My life is gaining momentum. Now that I have a new job (which is easy and amazing! People are nice there! Who would guess that God had that planned for me?) it is not as fast paced as I had expected it to be, but it is still faster than I want it to be. Each day off I have until the wedding is filled with tasks. I have Sundays, which entail church and moving. I am not willing to move in one big ta-da. I am willing to move several days with small loads and perhaps one big day for things like a dresser. Wednesdays...well here is my current Wednesday: Tuesday morning, pack for Tuesday night, not forgetting lunch for work that day or dinner for that evening, go to work, go to dance (thirty minute prep time to leave before dance and make it on time), go to Mom's (where I get to see my parents for thirty minutes, which makes me want to stay for longer), sleep(which hasn't been coming easy lately so mostly I am tired all the time....ALL the time) get up, read blogs, go to dress fitting, leave for N.Ga, meet with priest, down time of two hours, pick up Grace & Cooper for a night of family fun (strangely they consider me family which is good because the rest of their family--Mom & Dad-- are working tonight, one in Japan the other in Gainesville. Grace was upset that I couldn't come on the regular game nights, which are Wednesday nights. She said that I was like an aunt or something. That was very sweet. When they had a family meeting they voted to have me as a substitute player when a parent couldn't be there. So I am either some weird aunt or a substitute parent. Hmm...) until ten tonight where I come home finally and sleep so as to go back to work. Not much of a day off. That is the way my life is this month though. Wedding, wedding, wedding. Finally...I have all the invitations out! Ha!

I have several beginnings of blogs in my head that I figure I can get out since I am here at the folks.

I saw the new teenage volvo the other day in Athens. I was sad. Gone are the boxy wagons of the eighties for the kids to drive off to college. In are the new triangular 720 models. I remember thinking when Mr. Scott got his what a nice vehicle it was. Appropriately, the tradition of covering the back hatch with liberal bias bumper stickers is still in fashion. Things like kerry/edwards stickers, i brake for animals, look twice for motocylces, two college loyalties and several haphazard bands such as panic, dave matthews and the atlanta symphony. The conservatives may have us on the fact that no matter what ribbon is stuck to your car it is a sign on your car that you voted for bush like the families who have a crazy number up front in the window for the parent pick up at the elementary schools. But we have them on the covering of the back of vehicles. Screw ribbons, we are liberals. We are more imaginative than that. We make the whole back of our hand me down cars look like the vw busses of the sixties. AND everyone can read what we stand for, unlike the ribbons which you have to get really close to in order to find out what it says and who is stealing their money. Although I find it interesting that there is never a solid red ribbon on the back of people's car. That would be AIDS research. Interesting.

Is it just me or should police follow the same laws we do? I mean, I get it if there is an emergency of some kind. No lights. No sirens. Stops for red lights. That indicates that the police officer I was sharing the road with was not in a state of emergency. #121 car from Gwinnette County Police was on highway 316 at nine pm last night. I have never actually driven 316 before last night. Calling the 'rents to find out that I should be careful because there are LOTS of stop lights on 316. That tells me that you really can't go all that fast. This guy ran up on me in the left lane with a clear right lane. He was so close to the back of my car I could only see his headlights on occasion. I didn't know at the time it was a cop so I politely, tapped my breaks to let her know to go around. She didn't budge, rather chose to attach herself to my bumper. I was so tired from dance, I just arranged the mirrors so they didn't blind me. Then, for no apparent reason I was passed on the right. Luckily she left my bumper on my car. Then took off with a high rate of speed at which time I noticed it was a cop, but couldn't tell from where because she was going so fast. So I sped up. I turned on my Saturn booster rockets to go from 65 (the speed limit on 316) to 80. I COULDN"T CATCH HIM. I thought to myself, well, now they are allowed to go quickly in case of emergency. She will run the red light if it is an emergency. Flash the lights, go through. So I kept up as best I could to the next stop light. Nope. He stopped. It took several stoplights before I caught up to her to get the number and jurisdiction of the car. #121 in Gwinnett County: SLOW DOWN.

I am taking Jazz and Ballet at this dance class in Athens on Sundays, Mondays and Tuesdays. I have to drive an hour to get there and I don't care because it makes me feel good. On Sunday, I got a good Rachel, from the teacher while doing jazz walks. Then on Monday (which is so much harder) in ballet, I have a dance teacher who is the epitome of ballet teachers. She is kind, soft, older, body out of shape, but don't underestimate her ability to show a trick or two. She is stern while uncaring about our dance. We are beginners so there is an understanding of patience that she has. There are two gals in the class who are teachers for the school who are amazing dancers and I can't figure out why they are in the class other than they recognize that ballet is the fundamentals of dance and it is good to take as much as you can. They are typically used to demonstrate a hard new excersize the teacher wants us to do. When it comes to hanging with these two gals, I hold my own. I am twice their size, but I get the moves correct. On Monday, the teacher used me as the demostration of a new move. Developes. They are not easy when you do them from passe. She stood next to me and spoke the commands: Passe, develope an de dan, passe, develope segunde, drop the hip, passe, develope on reaire, back straight up, passe, develope segunde, passe, releve, hold...hold...hold....And they clapped. The class clapped for me? Yes, they applauded for me. Even weirder: the advanced girls started the applause. Who would guess you get brownie points for trying? There is something special about getting praise from a teacher. It makes you know that you are doing well and achieving a goal. There is something else that happens when you recieve praise from the students in the class with you. I want that to happen again and again. I want that everyday and every moment of my life. I am selfish like that. I am grateful that it happened once in my lifetime, my guess it is something to be cherished, something to be considered a treasure, something rarely attainable. I am so grateful, it made me cry when I got home for joy.

Okay, I am going to be late to the wedding dress fitting. THUSLY, the rest of my day.

Until next time, from the Sautee Valley, where the men are strong, the women are beautiful and the children are above average. Here's saying goodnight....morning.