When it's dark outside and you're on the toilet, it's no fun when the power goes out.

I discovered this at approximately 6:32 this morning.

It's Starting...

There was just a commercial advertising the Rockett's Christmas Show that will be at the Opryland Hotel this year.

And just in case you don't feel like it's too early, let me remind you that down here, the highs have *still* been in the 90's.

Getting Caught In The Rain

I planned on today being a day of staying home and doing nothing, mostly because the weekend thus far as been busy. Friday after work I went to Jennifer's house in Murfreesboro and went out to her friend's concert, getting back at 2am. Then we woke up at 8am and drove the 3+ hours to Pigeon Forge to go to an outlet mall, where I quickly spent far too much money. We then drove all the way back and then I came home (another 20 minutes or so from Jennifer's). And I knew I'd be gone all day tomorrow (immediately after work I'm going downtown to the Wildhorse for a Hanson concert, because I am that cool). So I wanted the day to myself and to be in my PJ's all day.

But then I realized I wouldn't have time tomorrow to go to the store and I needed to pick up my brother's birthday gift so it could get in the mail on time (He'll be 27 on Wednesday). Since I had to go out anyway I decided the perfect way to spend the rest of my afternoon would be to make a hot fudge brownie sundae, which meant I would need ice cream.

Leaving Kroger I got caught in the rain. It was the most beautiful 60-or so seconds (of me actually being outside in the rain) I have had in a long time. I know I've posted before about how we're in an extreme drought down here, and we have had some rain but it's always been while I was sleeping or at work. This was the first time I felt rain on my skin in I don't know how long.

And given the fact that it's still been in the 90's the rain wasn't a cold rain either, which made it even more beautiful.

I love it.

Journaling

I go through stages of journaling. I never journaled until my freshman year at AU, during which I journaled almost every day. Then I didn't for about two years, and picked it up again at the end of summer '05. I stopped again shortly after graudation. I did journal on my frist night living in Nashville. I haven't journaled since. It's weird, but I feel like it's almost time for me to start again. Like, now isn't the time for me to start, but it will be soon.



And by journal I of course don't mean blog.

Labor Day Weekend Festivities

So Puff, Deanna, and Stacy all came down for the long weekend. Good times. I hadn't seen Puff and Deanna since homecoming last fall, so it was really good to see them.

Stacy slept. A lot. We all went to the Wildhorse Saloon, yes, I was a tourist in my own town for a night. It was pretty lame; but then again, we did leave to go home around 9:30pm. On a Saturday. So I guess we're the lame ones.

Found out that a fellow AU-ian now lives in the area. She got us into the Wildhorse for free too, because she works at Opryland Hotel (they are both owned by Gaylord Entertainment).

We went to Puff's old church (where her dad was a pastor when she was in elementary school) and when we were there we saw three AU girls, and Kimberly Majeski's mom and cousin.

Small. World.

My One-Year "Nashiversary" (or, "A Post With Lots Of Parenthesis")

A year ago today I packed my car full - very full - of everything I figured I would need (want) until the truck could come later. Leaving room for my mom in the passanger seat and a small space for her own luggage, this did not leave me with much.

Nine hours (and 500 miles) later I was in Nashville, Tennessee. It was my first time here since I was a child (probably jr. high) on vacation with my family. Yet this was where I was determined to make my home, leaving behind everything I had known for the past 4 years (Anderson) and even farther from the only permanent home I had known (23 years in St. Joe).

One year ago I didn't know where I was going to live (aside from crashing at Stacy's until I found something). One year ago I didn't know where I would be working.
One year ago I only knew one person in the city.

One year ago. What a year it's been.

Here's to you, Nashville. You have welcomed me with open arms, molded me into a more confident woman, and have challenged me in ways I did not anticipate. And most importantly, I cannot imagine myself living in any other city at this point in my life.

Mmmmm

Sometimes all you need is a good cup of coffee to make everything seem better.

And this might sound silly, but I think coffee and the bible go perfect together. It's like soda with a pizza.