Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
This week Annie is asking us to tell about our most adventurous act. Moving to Charleston is definitely the most adventurous thing I have ever done. (Well, aside from killing the black widow spider, but I've already told that story.) I told my mom that moving to college was nothing major because I always knew I would. Then moving to K-town after college was expected because when you graduate from college you have to take a job and move somewhere. And an hour from where I grew up is hardly what I'd call a "big move." However, picking up my life, packing up my first home, and moving 5.5 hours away was an adventure. Yes, I know it isn't moving half-way around the world, which is literally what two of my friends have done, but it is still a HUGE adventure for me, a girl who always wanted to build a small home on her grandparent's farm and retire there with her dog and niece running around everywhere. I'm a small town girl, who had big town dreams, who then realized she really is a small town girl. So, now I am a small town girl living in a big city 5.5 hours from everything familiar. Yes, I come here often on vacation, but living here will be an adventure. I hope to take advantage of everything the city has to offer and treat it as a long-term vacation. I don't want to become so complacent in my daily living that I forget all of the history there is around me. I found a wonderful website which tells me events that are happening in the area. I am terribly sad to read I missed "A Taste of Charleston" by mere days, but I know that next year I will be there. I will also drive a couple of hours north to Irmo to attend the Okra Strut (it's a festival, ya'll.) Yes, folks, you read it here, there is a festival totally devoted to fried okra. Life doesn't get much better than that folks. Well, enough about my big adventure. I hope you'll continue to join me as I continue to tell you more about it.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
On to spider story #2. I was up at 4:00 AM on Wednesday morning finishing up some packing for the move. I went into the garage because I knew there was a Rubbermaid container that was not completely full. I went to move a camping chair off the top and noticed a spider. Upon closer look I learned it was not your everyday spider. Nope. Carrie's life is not that easy. It had to be a Black Widow. You got it. Carrie + 4 AM + Poisonous Spider = NOT FUN!!!! I almost called my dad because he is fascinated by all things poisonous (spiders, snakes, etc.) It's weird, I know, but he's my dad so I love him regardless. But I decided I would be brave so I looked up the best way to kill said spider. I didn't want to smash her because Dad would want to see her. So, from a website I learned oven cleaner does a good job killing them. So armed with a can of bug killer and oven cleaner I soaked her down really well. Then I rinsed out a salsa jar and scooted her into it with a fly swatter. So, she is now preserved at my home for my dad to investigate. It only took me an hour to get brave enough to do all of this and move on with my packing. Since my original plan was to get up at 5:00 AM and get started, I was right on track.
And the final spider story. Arynda and I arrived in Charleston around 5:30 PM. I got my lease signed and the movers called to say they were an hour out. So we went out to get something to eat and pick up a few groceries. We came back and the movers were here so we started moving boxes around as they brought them up to the apartment. I went into the master closet to put something up and lo-and-behold a spider was attemting to build a web from the ceiling to the floor. So I decided this spider (which I'm sure was female) had to go. Bye-bye spider.
Hopefully all the future spiders who would want to impose themselves into my life will read this blog and know that coming into my life is hazardous to their health. But if they miss the memo, I am ready to attack at a moment's (or hour's) notice.
Friday, October 12, 2007
On Saturday it was cowgirl all the way! I showed up a little early to add the ever important french-braid pigtails to the cowgirl outfit. Here is the final product. Unfortunately Doodlebug is not camera friendly, so since I was trying to do a black and white and just pick up the pink, I didn't get a real picture of her outfit. But at least you get to see her lovely smile instead of her "rolling my eyes and glaring at you for trying to take my picture for the 15,000th time today" look.
Horseback rides were available for the children. Only for my niece would I climb upon a large animal and be led around a field. Not my cup-o-tea. But the things we will do for the little ones in our lives.
The kids had a lovely time and the adults roasted tons and tons of hotdogs and marshmellows for little mouths. Ok, who am I kidding, the marshmellows were all for me. I can't believe she is 5 years old. So much has happened in the last 5 years and it seems so long, yet not long enough.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
1) Doodlebug turned 5! Craziness, I know.
2) Spiders...I HATE them
3) Pressure Washing
4) Farewell to my first home
I looke forward to catching up with each and everyone one of my 5 readers once I am settled in South Carolina. And hopefully I will find the cable that hooks from my camera to my computer so I can upload some pics as well. Until we meet again, God Bless!
Friday, October 05, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
Carrie: So, how old is Charlotte?
Terrie: She's 21 months.
Jimmy: Why don't you just say she is almost 2?
Terrie: Because when they are that little things change so much from month to month.
So, I decided I'll start telling my age in months rather than years. I'll either feel younger or older...I haven't decided yet. In 15 days I will be 345 months old. WOW! Ok, so it made me feel old. Which is good because as we were sitting there chatting about age, these two kids were hitting a beach ball back and forth. The ball came flying over toward me and one yelled, "you almost hit that lady!" I looked around. Where was the lady? I realized she was calling me a lady. Yep, I've finally grown old enough that children refer to me as a lady and not a girl. I feel old. It's 9:33 P.M. I should be in bed. Goodnight to all.