Archive for October, 2008


NKOTB LIBBY: I was at NKOTB last night!

CHARLSIE: Awesome!  How was it?

LIBBY:  It was the best concert I've seen since 1989!

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As Summer fades to Fall

This is the first week where the chilly mornings have outnumbered the warm nights.  I've started wearing shoes more often, and we've been building fires in the Backyard. Fireplace It hasn't gotten cold enough to keep Briscoe from diving into the pool, but she is definitely diving less frequently. 

The fair is in town, and everyone talks of funnel cakes and candy apples and our diminishing ability to spin in circles without feelings sick.  I guess we are getting old.  My knee ached something fierce when I went for a run on Sunday.  Once I warmed up it felt better, but that first half mile on the shady sidewalk hurt. 

I am distracted.  The SC bar results come back next week, on the same day as the GA bar results.  Either way, I can't wait.  I've started having bad dreams again, and letting little stressers become big stressers as a distraction from the actual stress of waiting for the results.  I can tell a slight reprimand or harsh word could cause me to irrationally fall apart.  This will probably last until the results come out, or at least until I can go on a long hard run and take some of the stress out on the pavement.   

Libby is coming home this weekend!  Yippee!  I'm excited.  Briscoe is going to be a Hotdog for Halloween.  Her costume is really cute.  I think she likes it.  Oh!  And the cupcake is in town!  That's right!  Mary Beth is in Augusta!  And I get to see her tonight!  I haven't seen her since June.  At least I think it was June.  It is frightening how fast time is flying by these days. 

Also, we have this lady who cleans our house once a month – she can do in two hours what it would take Britt and me two days to accomplish.  She came yesterday, and there is nothing better than a sparkling clean house. 

I think I'm going to bake a pound cake tonight.  How does that sound?

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10 + 10 + 08 = 28!

Today is my 28th birthday.  HOORAY!  I love birthdays.  As my grandfather always said, it's much better than the alternative. 

Ben and I were talking about birthday presents.  I ordered an Ipod touch on behalf of my parents, which made them happy, and made me happy too.  Ben said he normally just asked for money and put it in the bank.  I laughed, and thought, I'd rather light one dollar bills on fire and enjoy watching them burn (obviously this is probably an extremely dramatic statement of the truth, as I don't think I would actually enjoy watching money burn, but I do think birthday money should be used for something fun) than put my birthday money in the bank.  I also told Ben that he is a much more fiscally responsible person than I am. 

We had family birthday dinner last night, and my dad gave me 50 $2 bills.  Daddy likes to give us $2 bills.  A few years ago, Daddy gave me and Travers 100 $2 bills for Christmas.  I asked Travers what he was going to do with his 100 $2 bills.  He said he was going to go to the bank and get $2 100 dollar bills.  Which I thought was something of a responsible, novel idea.  Needless to say, that is not what I did with my $2 bills. 

I gave mine away.  I gave one to a crack head in New York (how do I know he was a crack head?  he had a crack pipe in his hand), I paid for taxis with them, I left them as tips, and I handed them out to friends.  Like they weren't real money.  Which for some reason I have a hard time remembering.  I had a lot of fun giving away my $2 bills.  Almost like lighting them on fire.  Yesterday Libby told me that Bryan still has the $2 bill I gave him a couple years ago(I said – LIKE THE CRACK HEAD!  HAHA – BRYAN"S A CRACKHEAD!  Maybe that's not as funny as it seemed at the time). 

Is this the ultimate example of my inability to realize the value of a dollar?  I'm really fairly responsible when it comes to money in general (and the more I learn of the fiscal practices of america in the past decade, the more responsible I feel).  But is there something wrong with me that would prefer to give my $2 bills away than buy something with them or save them?

So yeah, yesterday I had 50 $2 bills.  I've given eight away so far.  I mean, seriously, I can't help it.  People like them!  It's like having $2 prizes to give to people I like (and random drug dealers)! And they were a present.  He could have given me $100 worth of beer – and I could have handed the beers out to friends and bums.  Like a party!  But this a $2 bill party.  He could have had coozies made for my birthday, and I could have given those away.  But instead he gave me $2 bills.  and I want to share them. 

I just need to remember to not take them to the bar with me tonight.  Libby and Bryan are in town and we are going to ATHENS very shortly.  I'm so excited!  Yippee!  Call me if you are going to be in town!  GO DAWGS!

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