still not OLD enough to share

Well it’s Thursday. Thursday’s don’t have a typical theme in my established presets for this blog but I haven’t posted in a while and felt the need for an update:

I guess I should start by informing everyone that I did in fact live through my 23^rd birthday. And though it was the most “grown up” birthday I’ve ever had, it was one of the sweetest. I had a beautiful flower arrangement delivered at work by my handsome knight in shining armor  farmer in Carhart bibs and was told that we were going to dinner. After work I went home to start curling my hair and began mentally sifting through possible outfit options to wear- all of which were discarded after Alex showed up in dress pants and a button down. So I crawled to the back of my closet where I keep the “fancy” dresses that are for special occasions and weddings and picked out one that was just right. We went to J. Broussard’s in downtown Columbus, which I always assumed was like the Broussard’s in Cape. Wrong. Obviously the “J.” makes quite a difference in terms of attire and setting. I reveled in pecan encrusted catfish and a glass of expensive wine by candlelight. I had to stop myself on the salad before licking the ranch off the plate…it was that good. Eventually the dessert display made its way to our table and we ended up with some sort of apple and ice cream and croissant combination. I believe the waitress referred to it as an apple “encrue”…but I’m not even sure if that’s a word and I’m not familiar with Cajun or Better Crocker terminology for that matter so I could be completely off track. Either way, it was heaven in my mouth.

Mom assured me that we will celebrate my birthday more officially this weekend at home during the Easter festivities. In short this means we really won’t celebrate my birthday but rather Easter and the “birthday triple header” (me, Matt, and Nanny), an Easter usual for our family. I’ve never liked sharing much, especially my birthday, but I guess that’s part of growing up. Alex even tried to enlighten me with the news that National Agriculture Day fell on my birthday. He was overjoyed….I was not.

I don’t really care today though because first and foremost I’m drinking my first cup of chai tea in a very long time. If I had a kryptonite, it would probably be this. And secondly because this weekend is going to be epic. I am leaving shortly to head to Murray to watch step show. As an alum of the step team, you can only imagine my excitement level which is somewhere between a kid on Christmas morning and a gay man awaiting the outcome from Congress about the current marriage equality rights. Marsha is meeting me in Murray and after the show we will be joined by Mamie, Becca, and the rest of the Murray crew for a novel night at the Apple to celebrate Marsha’s birthday. Where else did you expect me to go, after all? Good Friday will be spent in Nashville preparing pregaming for the color run that Marsha and I are running in on Saturday. After the race Saturday I will head home for the notorious “eve of any holiday throw down” at Jerry’s with S-town’s finest. Sunday will be spent at church and my house for the family Easter festivities and eventually I will hit the road again to return to my sweet ole Mississippi home. Four states in four days. You don’t have to tell me twice to get excited- I’m there.

I promise I’ll write again soon, but I’ve gotta get off this keyboard before my fingers bounce right off from all the adrenaline running through me.

Have a great weekend and Happy early Easter! And don’t forget to cheer on my ladybugs with the Alpha swag tonight at the Step Show to raise money for March of Dimes.

Love always,

Addie

“…Why do you look for the living among the dead?He is not here; he has risen!” –Luke 24:5-6

getting old. seriously, cereal-ly.

Well we didn’t make it to the ruins this weekend on our adventure. We vowed that we would go if we got up and on the road by 8am. And those of you that know me know exactly why this plan didn’t work. A bottle of wine while making these plans meant that I slept til 9ish instead. Oops. So we quenched our adventure bone with a scenic drive down to the Carrollton, AL “haunted” courthouse. And yes, we did see the face in the window! Here’s the story behind the face:

Story of the face

The story that I was told (pre-visit to see the face) was that Wells was held in the garret (very top room) of the building because the jail house was full on that particular night. I was also told that the lightning strike killed Wells and his face is forever etched in the window by his “ghost” to prove his innocence.

Not sure about the validity of any of it, but there is definitely something weird in that window. The glass has been replaced several times under the witness of very public audiences, but the face continues to re-appear. I didn’t get a picture but I found one that looks just like what I saw with my own eyes. (It’s hard to miss thanks to the arrow sign that someone has hung on the old building.) No one is allowed in the courthouse currently because it is under renovation.

The face! Ahhh!

We also did some research on other haunted attractions in the area and learned of a very scary “3-Legged Lady Road” in Columbus. Legend has it that if you “entice” her, a lady with three legs will come running at your car and the goal is to beat her across the bridge at the end of the road. She will beat on your car and try to run you off the road, where she will then kill you. Some people have even reported dents in their vehicles after the happening. We decided that if a lady ran at us, we would have to run her over- which could have bad results if it turned out to not be the 3-legged lady- so we opted out of that particular “ghost hunt.”

Yesterday, the entire day was devoted to trying to make a house a home. Hanging pictures, assembling closet fixtures, folding and re-folding clothes, finding a spot for everything, and even a little carpentry work were the main honey-do’s that were crossed off at the end of the day- right before ordering take out and crashing in front of the TV. I’m pretty sure this is what getting old feels like…

And finally, we meet Monday again. This Monday welcomed me with a sore back and no coffee left in the pot by the time I made it in to work. Geeze. Fortunately, I received my birthday month discount card from Anthropologie in the mail, easing the pain a little bit. I also ran across this bible verse that reminded me of my sweet sorority sisters and our amazing  values that we continuously strive for…meaning that no matter how stinky my day starts off, I should always keep my thoughts on God and how He wants me to react:

1 Peter 3:10-12 “For whoever would LOVE LIFE and see GOOD DAYS must keep his tongue from evil and his lips from deceitful speech. He must turn from evil and do good; he must SEEK PEACE and PURSUE it. For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and His ears are attentive to their prayer, but the face of the Lord is against those who do evil.

And in case you need a laugh, here’s a few that might do the trick:

Morning People…ehh

Chemistry jokes get me every time…

woudn’t it…?

Happy Monday! Don’t let a bad moment make a bad day, or a bad day make a bad week.

Love always,

Addie

“If each day is a gift, I’d like to know where I can return Mondays.” -Unknown