Alabama + Graffiti

There is a lot I have to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

But there are a couple of things that I always remember doing as my sister and I were growing up, and I will share these memories as my Thanksgiving.

We’ll start with Thanksgiving morning; We would get doughnuts and watch the Parade. I know it sounds lame, but it really was tradition. I remember when Dad, Jenn and I would go to Dunkin Donuts on Johnson’s Ferry while Mom started Thanksgiving dinner and we would get all kinds of doughnuts.

Christmas Eve: We would go to church, then drive around the neighborhood next to ours and look at Christmas lights. We would come home, change out of our church clothes and have appetizers (the ones I remember most are the cheese ball and shrimp), and open our presents.

I remember when my sister and I were playing in the garage next to my dad’s BMW and we spilled boxes on it. He wasn’t happy.

My dad has all these videos of me and my sister playing on Christmas morning with all our new toys; I remember the ET doll that my sister had. I remember all the Barbies that we had (and even cutting their hair.)

So on this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my fiance, my friends, my family, my job, the people I work with…but what I’m most thankful for is my memories and that I had a family who was awesome enough to let me have all of them.

Happy Thanksgiving!

So last week Bennett and I were watching one of the best shows on TV; How I met your mother. And they had these girls on there (the party ones, the ones that wear cowboy hats and like sparkles), and they were called Woo Girls.

Hi, my name is Laura and I’m a woo girl. You know the girl in the bar that after you take a shot, she goes “woo”. Yeah, unfortunately that’s me. And unfortunately it makes me be friends with people I don’t want to be friends with, i.e., Bennett’s first girl friend. But you put a little champagne in me, then I am a woo girl making friends with Bennett’s first.

But oh well. I guess being a woo girl isn’t so bad; I mean sparkles are fun, and sometimes a cowboy hat is fun to wear, and shots with the girls followed by a woo are always fun.

So things are good here; going to the gump for Thanksgiving, and I’m making the deviled eggs. Can’t wait.

Woo.

Last weekend Robin got married; in a few months she will be having a baby. It’s weird to think of how much we’ve all grown up. Just saying the phrase, Robin is married, and she is no longer Robin Cantrell, but Robin Ballard. It’s just all so strange. It just seems like yesterday that we were in high school, going to Pope’s dumb football games, driving to school in the morning with 311 blasting. Seeing Liz and Heather and Brett and Deanna all at Robin’s wedding made it even the more clear that we are growing up. We are NOT the same people we were in high school.

I am getting married in 7 months. Even that sounds weird to say. That I could find someone so amazing who wants to spend his entire life with me. I don’t know where I would be right now without Bennett. He is what gets me through every day; he is why I scream at every driver when I’m on my way home, just so I can spend an extra minute or two with him. I love that there is someone in the world who knows everything about me and loves me anyway. I will never be able to express how grateful I am that he is in my life.

Next weekend we have another wedding to go to (yet another sign that everyone is growing up), this time in Montgomery. This time it’ll be Bennett’s past and mini high school reunion. I don’t know why I’m being so emotional about everything; could be that I’m sick and being at work on a Sunday with nothing to do allows you the time to think about everything.

I don’t know…. I am happy. I really really am.

So, that’s basically all I’m better than these days. I all of a sudden feel not worthy of much; my wedding photographer made Bennett feel like a rockstar, and I was just in the background. I mean I know I’m not a photogenic person, but there is no need to make me feel any uglier than I feel.

Then Bennett keeps getting all these offers from schools to go to; while my GMAT score is too bad for anyone even to stop and look at anything else. So kids, morale of the story? Don’t study in school. It does you no good to graduate cum laude if you can’t do well on some stupid test. Bennett doesn’t understand that it makes me feel like I wasted not only my high school years studying, but my college years as well.

It just pisses me off and he doesn’t understand any of it. Nothing is going right.

I know it’s been forever since I’ve written in here; I’ve been a busy busy girl lately. Not really; same as always, I guess. Except for now, I’m working 2 days a week at oxmoor, and they’re thinking about making it permanent after they hire a replacement. Which is fine with me; I guess it’s what I need to do to try to get a promotion.

Bennett and I took the GMAT; he was the genius that he is, and me, not so much. I will probably end up taking it again, but thank God I did well in undergrad, because UAB will let me in based on my undergrad GPA, and not have to take the GMAT for a full two terms. Which is good, because I did bad.

I don’t standardize test well at all. I never have; I cannot conjure up stuff like Bennett can from sophomore year in high school. He’s like, well then how come you do so well in college on tests. Simple. I was just taught this stuff. I didn’t have to remember way back 5+ years for it. Oh well. It’s just a test, and even though we now know who the smarter of the two is, I think we’ll still both be able to make it to grad school.

The only other thing I can think to write about is Auburn football, and that is so not even worth talking about. We went last weekend to the Arkansas game; Bennett took me to cheer me up after mr. awful gmat, but even that couldn’t cheer me up, because we lost. To the worst team in the SEC. The only thing we have to look forward to is hopefully beating bama and destroying their chances of a national championship. That’s all.

It seems as though everything lately has been going ok; I still drift back to what would have happened to me had I become a writer. And even then, my writing would probably not have been good enough to be published. I ripped up my GMAT paper after the exam, so I can’t even check my writing scores, not like I want to. And I’m certainly not calling up anybody to have them tell me my code to get on and see that I truly am an idiot. Pass.

Oh well. We’ll see about this grad school thing; I want it to happen, but I just don’t know if I want it that bad…