We’ve had a lot of hurricane inquiries, and I just wanted to put the word out there that Jamey and I are cool, calm and collected. (I am sure he will argue differently about myself, but he can blog about it if I really get hysterical.) We’ve had some weird weather in these parts this year, haven’t we? Luckily, I ducked out of work with the rest of my office at noon today, since schools are closed, winds are high and people in general are just worried (and not driving as attentively, as a result).
Right now, it looks like Irene is going to keep moving north past us. All we have experienced today is high wind and quite a bit of rain. (I’d take a picture of our front yard for you, but it just looks like rain. I figured your imaginations can put the rest of that vision together.) If anything, we’ll probably just move our vehicles into a covered garage and camp out for the night, but our thoughts are with all our friends up the East Coast who might see worse. Keep us posted on what happens with all of y’all on that route.
As for us, we are going to North Carolina tomorrow for the wedding of these crazy lovebirds!
Mary & Cameron from beach weekend last year. I have other pics, but this one just sums up their love quite well!
This past weekend was another trip back to Georgia, one for me to Atlanta and Jamey to Athens. Mine was…probably a bit more tame than his, so I’ll let Jamey be the one to go into details for you about that later.
My mom’s longtime friend Mrs. T hosted a shower for me, and it was one of those special occasions that my mom and I will both cherish for a long, long time.
Plus, I got this extra special Jamey doll!
What's that? You want to go to the mall and buy me shoes? Aw, thank you, baby!
Clean sheets and fluffed pillows on the bed, I started this evening with a windows-down drive home and a glass of wine to welcome myself back from a good day’s work. Jamey has been gone this week, but we’re crossing our fingers that he’ll get out early tomorrow morning. Still, a little reprieve apart puts us both in that homesick-I-miss-you mode, so of course he and I are both counting down the hours until he’s returned – we just aren’t as outwardly ridiculous about it, right babycakes? Continue reading
End of the weekend sangria. With a heat index of 115, all anyone can do is sit inside and absorb the air conditioning, unless you’re like me and head to the outlets mid-day. Therefore, sangria with a slice of orange is a necessary treat.
Jamey and I are making summer meatloaf tonight. We hope you all have had a marvelous weekend!
Since we’ve been neglecting you, dear readers, let’s do a quick recap of this weekend:
Friday evening, Scott and Lori joined us for dinner and game night. The game part resulted in only one round of Pictionary, which it turns out Jamey does not like! Mostly, I just find this amusing because there are a few select games to which I am not partial. I have played a few of these games with him before, so he knows which ones I really do not enjoy. (No need to go into detail here what those games are…but give Jamey a few minutes of your time and I’m sure he’ll be happy to reenact my displeasure. He for some reason gets sick amusement from this, probably because he just thinks I’m ridiculous.) Therefore, learning that he has a few games that can equally wind him is fairly amusing, notably something as silly as Pictionary.
Saturday night, we were all-American and headed to the Charleston RiverDogs game with a good little group. There’s really no bad seat in the house, but I have to admit we had a pretty sweet view:
We might have gone off our little diet that we’ve been quite successful at for the past week, but that was because we had to try this: Continue reading
Jamey and I are sitting in our house, waiting for friends Lori and Scott to come over for game night. (I know, we’re 60.)
While this weekend has only started, I can tell it’s already going to be a good one. It will be one of our few left now until the weekends away pick up again; until then, we are going to sit here in our little home, listen to one of our favorite songs, drink a small cocktail, and be at peace.
Happy Friday, everyone.
I woke up this morning to a little alarm on my calendar alerting me to this:
Can we make it another 100 days? Only time will tell!
That is, 100 days until our wedding. 100 days until I, DCL, becomes DCM. 100 days until we are married.
I might be mildly freaking out now about things I still have left to do?
More so, though, I cannot wait for the moment that I first get to say, “This is my husband, James.” I think that will be a pretty magical thing.
Until then, I plan to power through the next 99 days. Thank you all for your continued love and support; you have no idea how much it means to the both of us as we move toward this amazing day.
For now, the worrywart in me is going to set another alarm for a 50-day countdown just in case I need a reminder. Because who knows…I might just need a reminder. But probably not.