Farewell, my loves!

Today is a bittersweet day for me.  I am officially leaving my "other" job.  (I know, I know....what will they do without me??)  I am beyond thrilled to have my life back (weekends and nights - you have been sorely missed) and be able to actually plan a week in advance without trying to take off with the rest of the college age associate population.  I remember getting so frustrated trying to get a day off for a doctor appointment (necessary) and seeing that four 19-somethings had beat me to the calendar for their week long boozecruise in March (not necessary).

I will miss my former work peeps like crazy (you know who you are) and all of our fun times together.  Working retail is sort of a phenomena, in that you really do get close to those you work with because of the bizarre schedule that you share.  When everyone else is off, you are working, so you naturally can only hang with those who are off in the middle of the week also - say, a random Tuesday morning (what, you aren't off then as well???)  When Brent was at Rite-Aid, and working the same god awful hours, it wasn't an issue.  But now that he has a normal schedule, it has really been weighing on me.  I was going into work when he was getting home, and working on weekends when he was off.  Not really the best recipe for a good marriage, right?  But I hung in there for the fabulous discount and great camaraderie.

In early August, I was offered a permanent position at Peace.  I didn't even hesitate, and am now the Director of Tutorial Services at William Peace University (yes, I AM excited about going co-ed next year!).  It is one month in, and I am loving every minute of it.  I feel truly blessed to get up and be excited about going to work (tissues, please...) I felt like a child at Christmas walking around campus, getting congratulated by my fellow colleagues, and having cute as button freshman to teach.

I will miss our late night convos, silly stories of weird customers (yes, we do talk about you when we go in the back of the store), and random trips to the very expensive candy kiosk in the food court.  But in all seriousness, I love you guys - you made working there soo much fun, and I am glad to have you as friends.

So, farewell, 646.....it was a blast and I love y'all!!!

Five years ago.......

Five years ago today....Brent and I committed ourselves to each other, and our relationship to Christ.  It is truly a blessing to call him my husband, and I cherish the life we have together.

What season is it anyway?

When you live in North Carolina, you have a hard time with seasons....you normally only have "hot as blazes summa," and "just warm enough to sleet winta."  I think the nostalgia with Fall is that we really never have it...so we are always fantasizing about what it would be like to go walking around gazing at brightly colored leaves with our cute new wool sweater, all the while sipping a Pumpkin Spice Latte.  A much more realistic scene is bare trees (all those leaves either fell off in the hurricane, or the tree is dead because we haven't had a pinch of rain), in 80 degree humidity, with sweat beading on your upper lip while you drink a hot mocha, instead of iced.....I'm sure you get the picture.

So, I was pleasantly surprised to see that my man Greg Fisher has forecasted a day next week where we will only be (wait for it...) 74...if we even make it out of the 60's!  For all you heat seekers, sorry..but I am ecstatic.  I love warm weather, but enough already.  I want to get dressed for work and not look like I ran a mile outside by the time I get there.

Labor Day means football and fall are approaching.  In preparation, I earnestly wore all my seersucker and linen this week because, like any true southern girl, those go in the attic next Tuesday. Happy Fall, yall!