Good day to all my loyal subjects of Blogland! Hope everyone had an awesome Thanksgiving - I head Adam Sandler's turkey song on the radio a few days prior & it put me in the spirit of gluttony. This year I made macaroni at my Granny's house - might I just say it was awesome . . . though I can never truly compare to the awesomeness of Granny Jean. It was weird without Warren this year - although a bit nice since that left a significant abundance of food! Yup, it was rough . . . I had no one to help me be bitter toward all the 'other' family members who cut in on our Granny-time. Chris was there, but he's too nice - just sits there & eats rolls. Boring! Bottom line: I miss you bro! But, I didn't mind all the extra left-overs we got 'cause you weren't there to inhale all the good stuff. Yes, I'm still eating off the wonderful bounty of the Thanksgiving spread . . . dressing, macaroni, mashed potatoes . . . Yummy! There are only 2 more days left in the 'Big Move' countdown. All my stuff is packed & ready to go. Dad, Chris & I spent the past few days trapped in our unventilated garage armed with brushes, turpentine and paint. My furniture received a makeover while our lungs filled with damaging fumes!
Mmmmm, good times . . .

This post is especially for the ladies! It's time to help Robin decide what to do with her hair for the wedding . . . Hooray wedding! I'm stuck between these two, so please check out the pics & cast you're vote - then show up on January 8th to see the outcome! By the way, for those of you who haven't received an invitation it's not because you're uninvited, but because I don't have your address. So, all of you who read my stupid blog deserve some yummy wedding cake and better email me your addresses so I can send you an invitation!

The Updo? 

The Curly One?  

Hey you guuuys! Just thought I'd give you a little update on the latest in Robin-land! The house is filled with boxes and bags from our showers - Dad calls it "Target Vomit." I only have 15 more days of moochin' off my parents at home, then I move into the apartment. Yikes! It's a scary thought, I know I shouldn't be worried . . . but, I am anyways. There's a wedding dress hanging in Warren's room alongside the bridesmaid's (their dresses, not their bodies) and everytime I see them they remind me that things are about to change. Those of you who know me well know I don't like change - I usually fight it up to the last second. I've been quite successful at creating my little pattern of being excited, scared, then excited again and scared again - then I fight off change tooth & nail, but when the change finally comes I realize it wasn't worth all the fuss I put into it. I tend to change my mind 100 times before settling on something, but when it comes to real-life things that matter you don't always get to flip flop around until your comfortable with something. This whole 'presto-change-o . . . BAM: you're life has changed' thing has been a bit of a challenge for me, but it forced me to rely on God. Ah, there's another problem of mine: independance. Mom & Dad used to say I was "strong-willed." Either way, I've become too accustomed to standing on my own two feet as of late. Perhaps God is using all this to shake me up & make me feel uneasy so I look to him for stability. It'd be much easier on me if I would just crumble to my ideas and grab onto God's - this impending transition would take on less of a 'freak out' factor!

April showers bring May flowers . . . Well, not exactly. Right now showers bring presents - and lots of them! Chris & I have had 2 wedding showers & now my living room is crammed full of crock pots and various other kitchen tools. Some of you who read this weren't invited - it's because I love you & wanted you to save your money! Anyways, we have lots of stuff & no place to put it yet - key word being "yet." We found a way awesometasticalish apartment off 360 / Post & Paddock. The move in date is December 1st & I get to live there first. It's only 5 minutes away from Chris's new job - I know what you're thinking: "Wouldn't it make more since for Chris to move in first?" Why yes, yes it would, but he won't go. I think it has someting to do with the fact he may have to do his own laundry or something. Oh well, I'm not complaining! Since I'll be there first I get to 'girly-up' the place. For a whole month I'll have my own bachellorette pad - party at my place!