Sunday, October 29, 2006

Holidaze, here I come!

Last year Christmas was NOT - at all - something I looked forward to. You could have called me "Miss Bah Humbug," and I wouldn't have minded one bit. I was a crab from the moment the tinsel, trees and trim burst into every storefront I saw. I waited until the last minute to buy presents and griped about Santa Claus smiling at me every time I passed his station in the center of the mall.

But this year is different ... completely different, and thank goodness! So, I thought, what better way to ring in the holiday season than to participate in a holiday ornament swap?

I found this neat little project over at Freshly {Blended}, and am excited about crafting my very own ornaments to be sent to people from all over the United States - and possibly the world. In exchange for my homemade creations, I'll receive other holiday'ers' ornaments.

Call me crazy, but I'm so happy to have the holiday spirit so early. It's so much better than the alternative.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Weekend Update

I'm feeling rather icky at the moment ... seems like every time I get home from visiting my old college town I come down with a doozy of a cold. But, it was worth it.

I'll blog more later, but I must say it was a great time. Here's a picture of a few college friends - Chad, Michael and Kelley - to hold you over until I feel like a human being again.

Thursday, October 19, 2006


Last night's Project Runway pretty much rendered me speechless ... and that's hard to do. I'm still collecting myself from the utter shock and disappointment of the results. Granted, Michael's collection was not up to par, but Uli's WAS - and then some.

I was convinced she'd win it after watching her models walk down the runway in a gorgeous collection that, as the judges even said, any woman would love to wear.

Jeffery's collection was good - very original, yet not a lot of women I know would walk into a store and say, "Oooo - green and white stripes! I must have it!!!"

But, hey, what do I know; my main wardrobe staple is a collection of cardigans.

With that said, I'm off to go shopping in the ATL. Then it's down to Statesboro! Hopefully when I come back I'll have lots of stories and pictures!

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Georgia Southern needs a miracle, I know

Homecoming 2006: Georgia Southern vs. App. State.

Most likely my beloved Eagles are going to get smeared by those vile Mountaineers. But I do believe in miracles - which is, I fully realize, what we'll be needing around noon on Saturday.

I went to GSU back in the heyday of our football program. Paul Johnson was coach, Adrian Peterson ran his heart out and there was no stopping those men in blue and white. Heading to the I-AA National Championship game each season seemed to be a given, and fans followed the team every where they went just to see yet another opponent go down.

It's not like that anymore. But, you know, it's cool with me ... Georgia Southern football, now, has become that one weekend a year where I get to see my old college friends, do a little tailgating while trying (and failing) to party like we did in college.

So this weekend an old college friend and I are packing up and heading south to Statesboro, where we'll don our blue and white shirts, yell and those vile Mountaineers and throw back a few drinks in the company of true friends.

Whether or not we win is pretty inconsequential. It's all about good times spent with great friends.

But, I will say: GOOO EAGLES!!

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Tonight's the night!

Who's it going to be?

... or vile Jeffery?

Michael's got my vote ... but you already knew that!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Step, ouch, step, ouch ...

I think I mentioned recently that my friend Holly and I have been walking four days a week to get in some exercise and hopefully loose a little weight in the process.

We initially planned on walking one hour per day, but that soon changed to at least an hour and a half to as many as 3 hours each day! It truly has been wonderful, and I feel so much better lately. I no longer get winded walking up stairs, and although I can't see a difference yet in my body, I know that will come soon enough.

However, one thing has been bothering me ... a lot. I've got a doozy of a blister on the bottom of my toe that seems to get worse each day. I'll spare those of you who don't want to see the picture of the evil thing. But, if you are a brave soul, go here, but don't say I didn't warn you. Feet are gross, and blisters on feet are even worse.

So, I'm asking those of you who run, walk, jog, etc., what do you do to prevent these things from springing up? And what the heck can I do to help it heal faster so I get walk without cringing?

I wear good shoes, so I don't really think that's the problem. Should I wrap that toe up? That seems weird, but I'm thinking that's my only option.

Any advice would be great! I don't want a pesky blister to stop me.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

What's that rumble?

Hangovers never are an exciting time. They are, at the very least, a pain in the butt to deal with. But at their very worst, a person can be rendered absolutely worthless.

It's times like those that sleeping on the bathroom floor is perfectly legitimate ... because everyone knows that making the journey from the bed to the toilet is far too taxing. Shivers are replaced with sweat every minute or two, and throbbing of the brain is enough to drive a person mad.

Luckily I haven't experienced that sort of brutality in a long while. However, it seems like even a few glasses of wine with dinner these days is enough to set my stomach (and gag reflex) into full-on war.

This is all new to me. And I'm not happy.

My college days were much like most everyone's college days. I studied hard, worked hard, played hard. Everything was 100 percent - sometimes 110 percent. That included partying.

What better way to get rid of all that stress accumulated through hours of lectures, tests, paper writing and student newspaper design than to throw back a few (many) beers while honing one's conversation skills. And that's what we did ... almost daily. And do you know what? ... I can count on one hand the number of memorable hangovers I had in college. ONE HAND!!!

But alas, times have changed.

These days, it seems as though every time I have one too many, I get a nasty headache, stomach ache or both. Oh, and "one too many" generally means anything more than two or three drinks.

I realize I'm no longer professionally trained in the sport of drinking. But come on! As if getting older wasn't bad enough. Now, trying to numb the aches and pains only adds more.