Aunt Meg... :-D
Oct. 17th, 2003 08:29 amI can pretty much guarantee that this aunt thing is going to be a major theme in my coming entries. I'm going shopping tonight for something special to send to my brother. Hopefully it will show him how excited I am:) I'm so blissfully happy - I tear up whenever I think about it:) I am so going to rock this out. That baby is going to grow up to be such a hippie and I'll take him or her to Falcon Ridge every year and yay!
I talked to Jeremy's parents last night. I am meeting Rudy (his dad) and his grandmother tonight in Baren Ridge for some auction thingy. Should be fun. The talk with Jeremy's mom was great. I'd never really spent time with them or talking to them without Jeremy around, and I was pleased at how naturally the conversation flowed. Annette (his mom) said that she couldn't wait to be my mother-in-law. She's also excited because she's going to be slender at our wedding:) She is undergoing a stomach bypass surgery on Monday. We're really anxious about it but everyone is excited. The success rate of this is phenomenal, so it should go well.
Drat. I just realized something. I double booked myself for tonight. I want to go baby shopping with Zsa-Zsa but I am going to the auction thingy instead...whoops...baby shopping tomorrow it is! Or all day Sunday or something;)
I have a test in New Testament today, which I remembered today...oops. Well I'm sure I'll do fine. I always participate in class and I tend to have a pretty good idea of what's going on. Plus it's the first test and that never counts as much. I think I may have a midterm on Tuesday, too, but I wouldn't know because I skipped that class on Thursday...god I am turning into such a slacker...bah...once again, though, I will at worst get B's this semester and I think that's decent.
I am going to homecoming with Jer on Saturday night, which means I have to pick him up at the bus station in my dress. How embarassing...but I will be sure not to drink any punch this year. Whoo.
Ok, that's it. I'm all out of news. I could continue this entry with "I'm going to be an aunt!" over and over, but I'll just let y'all know that this is what will be going through my head all day and I won't make you suffer through it in script.
Peace.
Oh yeah. Fuck the Yankees. But fuck the Marlins, too, so what now?
I talked to Jeremy's parents last night. I am meeting Rudy (his dad) and his grandmother tonight in Baren Ridge for some auction thingy. Should be fun. The talk with Jeremy's mom was great. I'd never really spent time with them or talking to them without Jeremy around, and I was pleased at how naturally the conversation flowed. Annette (his mom) said that she couldn't wait to be my mother-in-law. She's also excited because she's going to be slender at our wedding:) She is undergoing a stomach bypass surgery on Monday. We're really anxious about it but everyone is excited. The success rate of this is phenomenal, so it should go well.
Drat. I just realized something. I double booked myself for tonight. I want to go baby shopping with Zsa-Zsa but I am going to the auction thingy instead...whoops...baby shopping tomorrow it is! Or all day Sunday or something;)
I have a test in New Testament today, which I remembered today...oops. Well I'm sure I'll do fine. I always participate in class and I tend to have a pretty good idea of what's going on. Plus it's the first test and that never counts as much. I think I may have a midterm on Tuesday, too, but I wouldn't know because I skipped that class on Thursday...god I am turning into such a slacker...bah...once again, though, I will at worst get B's this semester and I think that's decent.
I am going to homecoming with Jer on Saturday night, which means I have to pick him up at the bus station in my dress. How embarassing...but I will be sure not to drink any punch this year. Whoo.
Ok, that's it. I'm all out of news. I could continue this entry with "I'm going to be an aunt!" over and over, but I'll just let y'all know that this is what will be going through my head all day and I won't make you suffer through it in script.
Peace.
Oh yeah. Fuck the Yankees. But fuck the Marlins, too, so what now?