The Flight of the Midnight "Ryder"

The past two month is slowly rivaling for the most stressful time in my life. I think the only time that has been more stressful is the last few weeks I lived in Atlanta. Considering I was on my deathbed with no money, facing eviction, and had no medical insurance.....I can still say that was more difficult to deal with. Also, this past two months has not cause me to have an anxiety attack yet. My mother had need of my services this weekend hauling all of my brother's belongings from Montgomery to Panama City. We drove to Montgomery and spent most of the morning packing a U-HAUL and planning on leaving directly after we had all the stuff. Unfortunately we noticed in the middle of backing up the "Nav" that BOTH front tires were bald down to the metal of the tread. We had to get two new tires immediate to avoid certain doom on the way back to PC. This required two hours of waiting, which really didn't bother me considering I had only 2 hours of sleep the night before (reason for this was because of spending the first part of the prior evening drinking a "swimmingpool" size margarita and playing guitar. The rest of my evening was spent worrying about my fiance who was on her bachelorette party. She called me at 5 in the morning safe and sound though.) Anyways, back to the story.... I really didn't see this moving event being a big deal because I didn't think my brother "owned" much. I thought it was mainly a bed, T.V. and a washer dryer set. Turns out my brother owns atleast enough to COMPLETELY fill a U-HAUL trailer and my parent's Lincoln Navigator. I assumed (as I usually incorrectly do) that we would have plenty of room to pick up my sister's Futon (which I am very gracious to have). At first it seemed, to my dismay, there would be no room for said piece of furniture for the ride back to PC. All the sudden, hope emerged as my mother offers the idea of putting the Futon mattress in the Navigator, which ended up being a very tight fit,
<-See..Tight Fit! and the frame of the Futon on top and connect it to the luggage rack. The rest of the car was full to the brim. <--Full to BRIM!

Amazingly everthing stayed put and we arrived in Panama City in One Whole Bungied together piece.

May the Lord Bless Your Wedding......But I DON'T WEAR GOWNS!

I wonder if this guy will get naked before the end of the service? Anyways, as my "Hitch'in Day" nears closer and closer, The tension is crecendo'ing to a maddening RAWR!! That a Roar with a CAPTIAL RAWR. I got up this morning intent on actually getting my day started at 9. To my dismay, I couldn't get out of the house till 10. I went to meet with the DJ for the reception and the music minister at the church, who is running our powerpoint. This "concerns" me slightly, because there has been very few Sunday morning services that have gone off "Snafu free". I might have to "learn" this guy how to run powerpoint and music. He kind of grimaced at me when I reccomended the reception DJ, who goes to our church, is available to "help" if needed. Considering the DJ does his job very well, I would definately heed his advice.






Anyways, I had plan to just run by to talk to Brother Jerry, our Pastor to request that he wear a Robe at the ceremony. I didn't think he would mind, considering he said he would wear what we wanted him to wear. He flatly REFUSED BY ALL THINGS HOLY to wear a robe and sounded reluctant to "ALLOW" my Grandfather to don said garment only because of his tradition. I assummed Bro. Jerry had probably worn a robe before, since he WEARS ONE DURING ALL BAPTISMS!!! Although not a "wedding" type robe, a robe none the less.

<- Bro. Jerry...aka Anti-Gown Man


This would not be such a big deal had we not already taken him off the "boutineer list" for a flower. That shouldn't be a concern, but to Kristi, every extra phonecall is a "concern".
I am trying to decide if I really care whether my Grandfather should wear one now, but I think I will have him do it just so he feels comfortable.

I think Bro. Jerry's Anti-Gown stance is extremely legalistic and just doesn't make sense, but I guess I can respect he decision. I really don't expect any less I guess. Old preachers like Bro. Jerry are set in their ways and aren't about to hit the "Refresh" button on their lives. That would take change, of which he probably has..........25cents of : D

I gotta go write the papers, write the papers........

Major Kudos to whoever can guess what movie this painting is from...."one dog goes this way, tha udda one goes the udda way". Hint, title of this blog. Speaking of the title of this blog, I have been mindlessly hacking away at a computer for a cumlative of 4 days trying to produce a "A-B"ish paper on The Critical Period Theory. Any you may ask, what is CPT? Well, it's a really boring topic about, basically, how old is "too" old to become proficient in a language or second language. Exicting stuff huh? Well, atleast 11 journal articles written by single and multiple authors thought it was electrifying enough to do documented research on it. Well, atleast it's not as horrible a topic as "dead languages", "semantic priming" and everyone's favorite "Phonological Interference"....which were among my scorching set of topics to choose from in writing this paper. Anyways, sorry for not tapping the bloggerdom matrix for the past few days/or a week/ or however long it's been. When you are planning a wedding, starting a new job with your dad, writing 12 page papers for school, moving into a new apartment, and dealing with family semi-crisis' blogging just doesn't seem to make the "to-do" list. However, I felt it was in my own best interest as well as the "masses of long-awaiting" J. Caffiene Bl0g-a-Fanatics to write atleast a crappy seg-way blog to something more amusing. So, here ya go Mary and Allision!!! ROTFL!

The Stress Ball Hit me......IN THE FACE!!!!!!

Ok, so here has been my past couple of weeks thus far. I am knee deep in wedding plans and my procastinating self has caused a log-jam with my school work and wedding plans. My grandmother is holding on to life by a thread, which that is so more important than any of my petty thoughts in this bitch-tacular post. Also, Kristi, my fiance feels sick this week and 12 of the 30 people that were invited to her lingerie shower actually showed up. NONE of the recipients of invitations called to "regretfully decline" like they were instructed in the invitation to do. Ofcourse since she is the type of person to "be concerned" about things like this, this makes her have dillusions that few people will show up to her main wedding shower tommorrow or the wedding at all. We came to find out certain people in our family did not receive their wedding invitation. This could be my fault, but I am blaming it on the UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICE!!! Anyways, we also met with the music minister who wanted to "discuss" our music for the wedding. Due to recent comments made about the music selections sung in church, we were worried we might have a "conflict of interest". Fortunately, he was not "confrontational" and was actually very helpful and full of insight into planning a wedding. He also did not make any comments about my music selections, some of which are not necessarily "holy-week" friendly. Speaking of holy week, much prayers lifted up for my sister and bro-in-law and their week-o-service to the early breakfast go'ers. Btw, this post is for her and Allison cause needed their Fix of Caffiene, and Mary was getting weirded out by Buddy-Christ-a-delic Superstar!
I ask for prayers for myself and Kristi for patience and resolve, but more importantly for my grandmother Memmette who's in the hospital. Speaking of which, I heard today that her condition has improved somewhat and she might actually get better. This would be a miracle of prayer in and of itself.