Gabrrrrrr

An exhausting and frustrating week here, but I've heard that from people all over the world. We can all hope that next week will be a good one for all-- and why shouldn't it be? It's Thanksgiving!

I finally found my glasses (and my BlackBerry holster), just in time for my AAC meeting, but that was about the only non-frustrating thing for this week! I got lost in the country that God forgot (aka Cobb County) and almost rammed someone (figure of speech, I'm not really the ramming type, though I did almost cry) but dinner with AAC was great. Viki is hilarious, she's about my mother's age and has kids a little younger than me, and Becky is a few years older and reminds me a lot of my neighbor Genece. Lizzy is my age, she just got married a couple of weeks ago and has been dealing with trying to change her last name... herk. That's the one thing I am NOT looking forward to (though at least I'll finally be rid of the Sizemore name... blargh), it just seems to take so much time and energy.

Last night was Palate's 4th Anniversary and mom, her friend(?) David, and I went up and had a glass of wine and some of the bruschetta and the hummus plate. It was nice, and David's pretty cool and had some good pointers about fixing up the car and getting a new spare tire-- apparently he's done a lot of DIY with his car and rebuilt something like 5 engines!

I got home and called Jeremy, then kind of felt like I was going to go to bed since a glass of red wine will do that to a girl, so I put something silly on TV and started dozing off. All of the sudden, this car horn starts blaring and jolts me awake because in this neighborhood, horn honking like that generally means something is wrong. I throw on my coat and run out the back door and Juliet (the girl who lives in the guest house behind our place) is yelling down the driveway to her dad who has hit some kind of button or hit the button and then opened the door, causing the car to spaz out and honk. After that, I couldn't get to sleep, told Casey to go to sleep and he didn't which kept me up even later... today wasn't much better.

I did go to Figo with Emily and Joanna (who owns the cute bunny Bruno of Halloween post fame) and had some delicious ravioli-- Tuscan sausage and apple! I decided why not-- I had a Caesar salad if I didn't really like the ravioli, but the pasta was awesome. We went back to Joanna's and just hung out and played with the bunny (who tried to eat me) and had an amaretto sour.

Anyway, that's about all, nothing terribly interesting. If you are so inclined and not easily put out, my friend Jimmy has started a blog entitled "Crossroads: An Intersection of Faith, (Homo)Sexuality, & Culture" about his journey through his faith and his homosexuality. I find it very interesting, and I think it's wonderful Jimmy is finally comfortable enough to talk about these things. For those of you who don't know, I'm more of an Old Testament kind of gal-- not officially Jewish, but that is where my beliefs most closely lie, and between Jimmy and his friends who are contributing and discussing, I think that we're all learning something about how our faiths and personalities interact with an ever-changing society.

Blind as a bat without sonar

Soooo, I can't find my glasses. And this is a problem. I can't see anything after like 5p most days because of the light and it's really distressing. I'm starving because I can't go in the kitchen (I'm the only one who can smell and my brother let a whole bunch of milk spoil) and apparently my mother will only buy dinner if I go and get it... which I can't... BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE MY GLASSES!

They went missing election night, so I don't know if Karl Rove took them or maybe Mike Huckabee, but I'd really like them back. We keep it dark at work, so I'm worried I'm going to trip over something because I can't see it!

It would appear my mother is now going to go to the Farmer's Market, so-- oh but wait no. No, we're not going to do that.

I just made some pasta with sauce and we'll see if I can stand to eat it. I know they think I'm being dramatic, but the smell really is making me physically ill. I do'nt know how they can't smell it!