Ugh. It doesn't make me feel very nice, but it's better than saying mean things to people who don't know I can hear them, right? RIGHT?
2) We had such a fun visit with our Georgia family! Steve and I drove over to Waleska to spend the weekend with the Pucketts and McGees! Amy's birthday was on the 28th, so we combined a birthday visit with a "fix Aunt Brenda's computer" visit! We had a really great time! We got there Friday evening, and had dinner and birthday cake with everyone. I brought a special candle for Amy's cake that sounded really dangerous, but also fun. It was one of these:
These are very cool, but because I'd never used one, I didn't know what it would do exactly. The instructions said it would spin, play music, and there is a sparkler in the middle that lights all the candles on the petals. It says to keep everyone about 3 feet away from it when you light it, so I was expecting a small explosion to happen when it was lit! Alas, it was a little less spectacular than the video I saw, but still a cool candle. Also, it didn't set anything on fire, which is always a plus! I'm also extremely jealous that my niece, Katie, has such pretty purple hair and I can't dye my own to match! :)
Saturday we visited and had dinner with almost everyone for Amy's actual birthday-day dinner, and visited some more when we got back. Sunday we got to visit with everyone else again until we left. It was very chill and a lot of fun to see everyone who could be there. I also got to meet/play with Beau, Aunt Brenda and Uncle Garry's giant black lab, who is the size of an elephant, but still only a puppy, really. He's so sweet! We played tug-of-war, chase, and sticks, and we brought him chew-sticks, so he was our friend immediately. It made me miss Butler and Bear a lot, but I guess if I can see Beau occasionally, I'll be ok!
Steve and I left around lunchtime and drove into Atlanta to eat at Big Chow, which is one of his favorite restaurants. From there, we went to IKEA, which was both terrifying and fun. It's terrifying because the place is huge and maze-like, and I always have a sneaking suspicion that you can get lost in one and never be seen again. It's fun, because they sell a lot of neato stuff, and now I want to buy a lot of furniture that would look terrible in my house. The line to pay was it's own special brand of hell, though. You think it's bad when Wal-Mart has 230 checkout lanes and only 3 cashiers? Imagine that in a place with eight times as many people who are buying furniture. We stood in line for a solid half-hour. Boo!
After that, we finally got on the road and headed home. We got stopped for about an hour by a huge traffic jam just outside of the city because of road construction, but once we got past that, it was gravy. Good times.
3) I still don't like my hair.
4) I swear, I think my co-worker just barked. The pastor barks all the time (well, howls like a beagle, but that's his thing.) My other co-worker never barks. I'm scared.
5) I'm bummed. I may have mentioned this a while back, years back even, but one of our former pastors went missing several years ago. He was the pastor at my church when I first joined, and while he didn't marry Steve and me, he did say a blessing over us at our wedding. He was a very sweet man and I liked him a lot. However, his wife was a horrible person. I mean that. She was not good a being a person. They'd been at the church for a year or so when she told him she was going to visit family, and then surprised him with a divorce. He literally had no idea it was coming. It rocked him, obviously. So much so that he was placed on leave so that he could get himself together. It wasn't a mean or malicious thing the church did by placing him on leave, I swear. It was really in his best interest, because he wasn't handling anything very well. During that time he just up and left. He didn't tell anyone, including his own mother, where he was going and no one had known where he was for about 11 years. He was a legit missing person, with the police involved and everything. We found out yesterday that he had gone to Mexico to became an English teacher, which was a relief, because we had imagined all kinds of horrible things. However, as glad as we were to know where he'd been, the reason we had been contacted was because he had died last September. They didn't tell us how, other than he'd been sick. I just hope that he was happy when he was in Mexico. I hope he found some kind of relief and joy and I hope that whatever sickness he had didn't make him suffer. He deserved better than he got, I think.
I hope his ex-wife has nightmares.
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