<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683</id><updated>2009-10-27T10:38:52.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Slow Motion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>520</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2706194791773778800</id><published>2009-07-30T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:09:37.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing Up for the Next Big Move</title><content type='html'>I have been packing up my apartment little by little this month and taking car loads of boxes over to Brook's house (and my soon-to-be house).  As all the little things that make my apartment feel like home are being packed away piece by piece, box by box. . . the place is gradually beginning to not feel so much like home anymore, which is a little bitter sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good year and a half here in my little apartment in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carrboro&lt;/span&gt; and seems that it wasn't too long ago that I moved in this place with not much more than some boxes of clothes, my guitar, and more books than I really need, but just couldn't bring myself to get rid of when I moved up from Georgia.  I remember that my first few months here were pretty tough for me.  I was still a bit lonely for my family and old, familiar friends.  I was strained financially from recovering from a 3 month time frame of not having steady employment.  But it wasn't too long that I got back on my feet financially and didn't have to feel all the stress and strain of not knowing how I would pay my bills and still have money for gas and groceries, and little by little as our church grew, I found more friendships and began to feel not quite so lonely.  Then I got a roommate.  Then I found Brook.  The church continued to grow.  My roots here continued to grow.  All in all, it has really been a wonderful chapter in my life.  I know that when I  look back on this time in my life I will always smile and think that this was all so good and good for me.  Lots of stretching, lots of growing, lots of learning, but still lots of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as wonderful as it has all been, I am so ready to move on to the next chapter in my life.  I am so ready to really begin my life with Brook.  It feels like we have been planning our wedding and going through premarital counseling for for-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;-ever!  I know that we chose a 10 month engagement for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of good reasons, but I was really ready to be married at about the 6 month mark and have felt like the last 2 months were kind of torturous . . . and still 2 more months to go.  Well, my consolation is that the next two months will likely fly as I will be in a whirlwind of moving out of my apartment and into a friend's guest house for a month, a few out of town trips, bridal showers, fixing up Brook's house as much as possible, more wedding planning, and all the usual work and church activities.  I will try my best to just enjoy the moments I am in and not focus on the future so much that I miss the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2706194791773778800?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2706194791773778800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2706194791773778800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2706194791773778800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2706194791773778800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2009/07/gearing-up-for-next-big-move.html' title='Gearing Up for the Next Big Move'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-215159335757719926</id><published>2009-07-23T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:00:16.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>I work 8:30 am - 5:30 pm Monday through Friday as a legal assistant. Most of the time the job is pretty mundane I must confess. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; the only person I see during my work day is the mailman. I answer phones, type, file, pay bills, mail letters, check my boss' email for him, shred paper, and various tasks that I find no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fulfillment&lt;/span&gt; in, but. . . it pays the bills and for now. . . that is good enough. But today, I actually have a funny story from work! What a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;Dottie: answers the phone with the normal intro for the office.&lt;br /&gt;Lady calling: Are you a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paraplegic&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Dottie: silent and bewildered. . . then realizes she means paralegal, but then still silent on how to respond without being insulting or condescending.&lt;br /&gt;Lady calling: (after a few seconds of silence and realizing her own mistake) I mean a paralegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) It made me laugh anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-215159335757719926?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/215159335757719926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=215159335757719926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/215159335757719926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/215159335757719926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8595629155554948162</id><published>2008-12-19T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:35:47.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big News!</title><content type='html'>Hi there friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have already heard my good, good news, but I am engaged! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love for you all to meet him, and I sure that most of you eventually will, although I don't know exactly when (especially for those of you who are living abroad).  He came home with me for Thanksgiving to meet my family and some of my friends; however since we were only in Augusta for 3 days, it was impossible to meet everyone.  I will be in Augusta for Christmas, but he will be spending Christmas here in North Carolina with his family.  Oh well, in the meantime, I will tell you all a little bit about him and our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brook is 34 and is originally from Pennsylvania.  He moved to Durham, NC after college.  His older sister had settled in ths area and he had a job opportunity here at a computer software company, so to Durham he came and stayed.  He grew up in a family that had some church affiliation, but no really strong ties.  About two years ago, his best friend was going through a difficult time and the two of them decided to try out some churches together.  After visiting Brook's sister's church and one or two other's they both found a church home and both committed their lives to Christ.  From then on, Brook has continued to grow and change and reprioritize his life.  He is an amazing, generous, kind, thoughtful, gentle, humble person, and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I have been seeing each other for nearly five months, which is a relatively short period of time.  For the first two months we were just getting to know each other and I didn't really know how I felt about him beyond just knowing that he seemed like a nice guy.  During month three things began to be more serious and intentional.  I invited him home with me for Thanksgiving.  We began seeing each other more frequently.  He visited my church with me a couple of times.  By month four I think we were both pretty sure that this was it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 6th he pulled out a ring and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him.  I was suprised.  I knew that the proposal was coming, but didn't know it was coming so soon!  Of course I said yes.  And that is about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning for a wedding in October of 2009, more details will be provided in the future.  Rodger Otero will be officiating the ceremony.  Rodger and Angela will be doing premarital counseling with us once a month up until we get married, and Greenleaf Vineyard Church will be our church after we tie the knot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all and hope your lives are going well!  Please write and let me know how things are going with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dottie Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8595629155554948162?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8595629155554948162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8595629155554948162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8595629155554948162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8595629155554948162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-news.html' title='The Big News!'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-1893890730620367430</id><published>2008-11-10T07:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:34:40.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Time of Year</title><content type='html'>Fall in North Carolina is just beautiful.  After a year of living here, I have decided that fall is my favorite season here.  The colorful leaves just make driving to work and walking all my little doggies just an absolute pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went for a scenic motorcycle ride with a friend of mine.  It was my very first motorcycle ride.  We drove out and about in some more rural areas with a lot of pastoral scenes to take in.  It was really nice.  I wish I had pictures to share, but riding a motorcycle and taking pictures at the same time is probably a bad idea.  But I did see one crazy thing that I just had to share with you all.  We were driving around somewhere in north Durham County.  There were cow pastures galore.  We saw all the typical animals you might see in such a setting.  You know like cows, horses, sheep, goats, chickens, and even a donkey or two.  However, there was one field that had three zebras just grazing away.  So that was quite the unexpected suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for two months of no posts.  Life has been hectic and until very recently, I have not had a computer at my home.  But thanks to my friend Philip, I now have my very own computer.  YAY!  THANKS PHILIP!  So, hopefully, I will find the time to post a little more now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-1893890730620367430?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1893890730620367430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=1893890730620367430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1893890730620367430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1893890730620367430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-time-of-year.html' title='A Great Time of Year'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5056193831264354168</id><published>2008-09-04T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:34:13.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains and Milestones</title><content type='html'>Mountains. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, this whole working three jobs thing is killing me.  76 hours of work per week lately and I am dying.  Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't love my job as worship leader, like my job as a pet sitter, and sufficiently tolerate my job as a legal assistant.  Also, I wouldn't say that any of my jobs are exactly high-stress jobs.  It is just too much.  I have next to no time for myself and I constantly feel like there are things I want to do as a worship leader that I just don't have the time and energy to do at the end of the day.  I even find myself allowing things to happen in my life that I don't want and I know are no good for me, just simply because I am too tired to fight these things. . . does that make any sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have no solutions yet, just needed to vent.  Of course there are the obvious answers. . . don't work so much, cut back hours, learn how to say no once in awhile, and even quit the pet sitting job.  But that opens a new can of problems. . . money.  Sigh.  This feels like a never-ending battle.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milestones. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday Greenleaf is officially one year old!  My one year mark of being in North Carolina is not until October, but Greenleaf had its first official meeting this time one year ago.  It is an amazing accomplishment and I am so pleased that I got to be a part of this.  Read Rodger's blog.  I ditto his sentiments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our first year we have seen several people from many different backgrounds and walks of life come to be a part of this little family.  We are blessed to have each other.  I would feel so lost if it weren't for my church family.  The older I get, the more I realize how much people need community.  We encourage each other, correct each other, and point each other to God's love.  It is a beautiful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5056193831264354168?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5056193831264354168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5056193831264354168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5056193831264354168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5056193831264354168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/09/mountains-and-milestones.html' title='Mountains and Milestones'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3730783330810478902</id><published>2008-08-12T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:31:49.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craigslist is good for almost everything, but . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . buying a car on craigslist just seems too scary to me.  Perhaps I am paranoid, but the people that emailed me back about my interest in the car they advertised have all seemed completely skeezy.  Sigh.  As if the car dealership people seem any less skeezy.  But I don't know what a good alternative is.  Double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am coming home to Augusta this week.  I leave tomorrow after work and will stay till Sunday.  I am looking forward to it.  Seeing family and old friends.  Good stuff.  I am praying my good old Honda survives the trip :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3730783330810478902?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3730783330810478902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3730783330810478902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3730783330810478902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3730783330810478902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/08/craigslist-is-good-for-almost.html' title='Craigslist is good for almost everything, but . . .'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-1322115913816183488</id><published>2008-08-06T15:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:24:59.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Market for a Car</title><content type='html'>I am hunting for a car (of course on Craigslist).  I just emailed a guy named Michael Bolton about a car he advertised on Craigslist.  It made me giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-1322115913816183488?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1322115913816183488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=1322115913816183488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1322115913816183488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1322115913816183488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-market-for-car.html' title='In the Market for a Car'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6475733318061759183</id><published>2008-08-03T06:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:21:12.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder I am exaughsted. . .</title><content type='html'>I finally sat down to calculate it out.  I have been working 70 hour work weeks for the last six weeks.  So that explains why I have turned into an old lady who goes to bed at 10 PM on Friday and Saturday nights.  I am tired and I feel that I have earned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my roommate moved in about a week ago.  She is great.  We get along really well, as I knew we would.  The poor girl is already freaking out about the work load and she is just one week into her Phd program.  So she will probably be a hermit who has very little time for fun, but hopefully every now and again we will get to do some fun stuff together.  At any rate, it is just nice to have someone to split the bills and someone to come home and share funny stories with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got to go to a baby shower for one of my college roommates.  Normally, I don't really like baby showers, but I have to say that this one wasn't so bad.  There was only one baby game and that was a word puzzle.  I won of course because I do word puzzles almost every night before I go to bed to help me fall asleep.  So I won a bag of chocolate (nice chocolate at that!).  You can't beat that with a stick.  After the game and the presents, Shannon (the mother-to-be) got to ask any questions on motherhood that she had and glean advice from all the experienced mothers in the room (which of course didn't include me).  This portion of the party was both interesting and disgusting.  It reminded me of how glad I am that I myself am not pregnant and not about to go through all of this weirdness.  The shower was about an hour drive for me (in Wakeforest), so to make the trip a little more worthwhile I stayed after the shower for a bit to spend some time with my old roomie.  I helped her with some set up for the baby's nursery and we had some good girl talk.  Again, you can't beat that with a stick.  All in all, I had a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have some time off of work in mid August and I will be going home.  So for all you Augustans, I hope to see you while I am there.  I'll be around from the evening of August 13th through the afternoon of August 17th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6475733318061759183?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6475733318061759183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6475733318061759183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6475733318061759183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6475733318061759183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-wonder-i-am-exaughsted.html' title='No wonder I am exaughsted. . .'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8804028237199734576</id><published>2008-07-16T10:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:21:01.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conference</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the annual South East Regional Vineyard Worhip Leader's Conference. Wow. Just so much to process. I had a really good time of getting new ideas and refocusing and being inspired just by being around all these other artsy-fartsy creative types. I feel rejuvenated as a worship leader and as a church leader and as a Christian and as a human being in general (that's alot isn't it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am left to the task of taking all this energy and momentum I got this weekend and putting into work in a practical and sustainable way. I am in the process of writing down all my action points. I may write a post more about this later, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the pet sitting mania is starting to die down. I am grateful for this and also a little apprehensive. On one hand, my life has seemed to be spiraling out of control over the last month with all the busyness. There was about a week or two there where I was house sitting for five different people all at the same time. This on top of a full-time job and church responsibilities was just insane, literally more than I could possibly do. Thankfully, Rodger and Angela have picked up the slack for me on some of the church work this month, which helped me maintain some form of sanity. So all this to say that, time wise, I am glad to be down to two pet sitting jobs for the next two weeks and after that, I am down to my one regular dog walk during my lunch breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say that the extra income from all this work has been good. Really good. I am thrilled that I am actually able to save money and not just scrape by! So with pet sitting going down now that the summer vacation season is coming closer to an end, I do have my concerns about what this will mean financially, but c'est la vie. I will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;The new roommate comes in about a week and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am a not soooo busy with pet sitting. I am working on all the final touches of making my apartment roommate friendly and finding the last few furnishings for her room. The main things left to do are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Find a dresser for her room.&lt;br /&gt;2. Assemble the etagere (sp?) for the bathroom. It is a fairly small bathroom and we girls need all the useable bathroom space we can get!&lt;br /&gt;3. Figure out a good shelf arrangement for the kitchen. There sould be plenty of space in the kitchen for the two of us, I just need to rearrange all my junk to give her some space.&lt;br /&gt;4. Rearrange the living room (again). I recently acquired an entertainment center (for free!), so now I just need to figure out how to make my furniture all work together.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get all my junk out of the closets in the extra room and find new "homes" for it all. There should be plenty of space for everything. I just need to work it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my jobs for this Saturday, primarily. I may find some time to get some of these things accomplished in the evening when I get home from work, but usually I am not capable of much mental activity at the end of the work day. So trying to follow the instructions to assemble my etagere is just completely out of the question until Saturday rolls around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8804028237199734576?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8804028237199734576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8804028237199734576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8804028237199734576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8804028237199734576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/conference.html' title='The Conference'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6150474584164212748</id><published>2008-07-12T09:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:14:29.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Glad It's the Weekend!</title><content type='html'>So glad it's the weekend and I get Monday and Tuesday off of work so that I can attend a worship leaders conference! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I get to see the Sansbury's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad my finances have acutally stablized enough that I am to the point of being able to save money each month and not just have to scrape by from paycheck to paycheck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I found a boxspring for the bed in my extra room.  Now if I can just find a way to transport it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad my roommate comes in just two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I got to hang out with Drew and Carolina and Paul last night, but sad that Drew might be moving to Ashville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6150474584164212748?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6150474584164212748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6150474584164212748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6150474584164212748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6150474584164212748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-glad-its-weekend.html' title='So Glad It&apos;s the Weekend!'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6123127623965666785</id><published>2008-07-06T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:35:02.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth, The Rain, The Change of Plans, The Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>Independence Day came and went without any fireworks for me this year.  It rained cats and dogs on the evening of the fourth here in my little corner of North Carolina.  But it was a good time nonetheless.  (1) Day off from the law office, (2) time to read and catch some sun by the pool, (3) no pet sitting catastrophies, (4) cook out at Brendan andVicki's, and (5) playing Rumikub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had afternoon plans to meet up with a friend to go with him to do some shopping he needed to do and also to go to Duke Gardens.  We had lunch and hit the shopping mall.  While at the mall, it started raining cats and dogs again.  So we did what seemed the best, most reasonable option given the circumstances.  We decided to skip on our plans for Duke Gardens and go to the Cheesecake Factory instead.  Mmmmmmm, cheesecake.  It was the first time I had ever been to the Cheesecake Factory.  I got the Dutch Apple Cheesecake and a latte.  It was delicious, but now I feel the need to go out and run, run, run.  I have been too spoiled these last two weeks with all these wonderful desserts.  I think it is time to cut back on the amount of dessert I'm eating and up the amount of time I spend exercising!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6123127623965666785?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6123127623965666785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6123127623965666785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6123127623965666785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6123127623965666785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-rain-change-of-plans-cheesecake.html' title='The Fourth, The Rain, The Change of Plans, The Cheesecake'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2332960869506683595</id><published>2008-07-05T08:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:51:51.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weird Pet Sitting Day</title><content type='html'>Generally speaking, I absolutely love my pet sitting job. It is decent money for a job that is pretty much enjoyable for me, is not stressful, doesn't take much thought, and does not emotionally drain me in anyway. So the only thing I may complain about from time to time is the occasional allergy flare up, due to the fact that I do have mild allergies to dogs and some cats. (It's really wierd, but I am not allergic to all cats just some of them. I can't explain it. It just is what it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, Thursday was the weirdest and possibly most stressful day I have had as a pet sitter, certainly as a pet sitter in Chapel Hill and maybe even in my entire pet sitting career (if you can call pet sitting a career).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thursday afternoon I went to walk the dog that I walk three times/week on my lunch breaks from the law office. The walk was all fine and dandy until the dog goes number two and a stick comes out. Well, the stick didn't come all the way out, just partially and then was just sticking out of the dog's butt. It was so gross and weird and I didn't know what to do. I kept walking her for a bit, hoping that the stick would work it's way out or that she would go number two again and it would come out. No such luck, our walk was coming to an end and the stick was still there. Finally, I got another stick, lifted up her tail, and sort of scraped the stick out. Yuck. It's times like this that I don't at all feel guilty about the fact that these people pay the agency $18/walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got an email on Thursday from a client who is out of town for a month and I am looking after her three kitties while she is gone. I go to her home everyday and give the kitties food and fresh water and scoop the litter. Everyday when I come, their food bowls are empty again and, due to the fact that the water bowl is so close to the food bowl, their water is quite dirty from the kitties getting food in their water. Apparently, the client was in town for the afternoon. She stopped by her house and found their bowls empty and their water dirty. She sent me an email basically saying that it didn't look like I had been to her house for several days (which was absolutely not the case). I responded via email and phone. I think the situation is resolved now, but it was very upsetting and stressful for me. (I can't stand it when I feel people are displeased with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thursday evening I was to start a new job for a client who had to go out of town quite unexpectedly and in a hurry. So this client hired the agency to send someone to look after her kitty without meeting the actual pet sitter ahead of time. I did get to speak to the client over the phone, but I didn't get to go to the house or meet the kitty ahead of time. So I mapquested the address and went on my merry way. Well, mapquest pretty much botched it up. Long story short, mapquest had taken me about a 30 minute drive from where I should have been and I had to call the client to get verbal directions from her. Then, of course, I missed a street and drove about seven more miles out of my way. Finally, after an hour and a half of driving around, I found the place. I was so stinking frustrated by the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I was very glad to have Friday off from the law office so I could have at least a little extra relax and unwind time. Last Thursday made me very grateful for all the days when things go as planned and aren't too stressful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2332960869506683595?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2332960869506683595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2332960869506683595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2332960869506683595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2332960869506683595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/weird-pet-sitting-day.html' title='A Weird Pet Sitting Day'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4184571415192551491</id><published>2008-07-01T07:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:44:46.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lossing Motivation</title><content type='html'>Does anybody know a cure for loss of motivation?  I feel like I am going through one of those little phases where you only have enough motivation to get the bare minimum done.  I don't really like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just to let you all know, my dinner at Elaine's was very nice.  The atmosphere in the restuarant was nice, not the best I have ever seen, but very nice nonetheless.  The entree was really good.  I got the Alaskan halibut and I can highly recommend that.  My date ordered the wine, so I'm not sure what he ordered, but it I do know it was a cabernet sauvignon and it was good.  Neither of us ordered a starter so I cannot comment on that.  But dessert. . . now I will rave about the dessert, but I must make a comment on the prices before I go on to the dessert.  The meal was good, but overpriced.  I was able to thoroughly enjoy every bite, knowing that I was not paying for the meal.  But when I added it all up in my head after the fact, for 2 entrees, 2 glasses of wine, 2 desserts, taxes, and tip. . . I am certain that more than $100.00 was spent on our meal.  If it was me paying, I would not have felt the meal was that good, with one important exception. . . dessert.  I had Elaine's warm chocolate cake. . . it was absolutely heaven on earth.  It far exceeded its dollar value.  In fact, after one bite of it, if you asked me what I would pay for it. . . I may have said something along the lines of my right hand, my first born child, or my very soul (just kidding, but I am making the point that it really was the best chocolate cake I have ever eaten in my life).  So if and when I go back to Elaine's I may stick to a starter, a glass of water, and chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my visit with my sister was good.  Lots of girl talk and lying out by the pool.  It was fabulous.  We had a good time at the show we went to last Thursday night.  Me Without You was headlining and they were great.  Mary and I missed the first band entirely because we came late, but we caught most of the second band and I really enjoyed them as well.  The second band was Maps and Atlases.  I enjoyed them at the show and now a friend is letting me borrow their cd and I am enjoying them even more.  In concert, they sounded to me like Dave Matthews meets Modest Mouse, but on cd it sounds to me more like Phillip Glass meets Modest Mouse.  Anyhow, there is some definite Modest Mouse vibe in there.  And I like it.  I would not yet say that I love it, but definitely like with the potential to grow into love, given enough time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is quite busy work wise.  I have regular hours Mon-Thursday at the law office (Friday off for the Fourth of July!).  But in the evenings and mornings and lunch breaks I am house sitting and dog walking for four different people.  And on top of that, the usual church stuff.  Which brings me back to the beginning of this post. . . I need to stay motivated!  How do I get my motivation back?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4184571415192551491?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4184571415192551491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4184571415192551491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4184571415192551491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4184571415192551491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/lossing-motivation.html' title='Lossing Motivation'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-618864652715001292</id><published>2008-06-26T10:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:01:11.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday. I am now 28. I feel neutral about this, but I have noticed that people over this last year or two are starting to say things to me like "well, that's just aging for you" or "I guess we aren't as young as we used to be", and I must say I find these comments highly annoying. I can say things like this about myself from time to time, but it is kind of insulting when other people say them to you. Alright, enough ranting on the getting older comments. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday will, of course, be fun. My little sister is coming into town today. I'll get to see her when I get off work! This evening a bunch of people are coming over to my place to play volleyball and grill out. This will be mostly church people, but maybe one or two other friends outside of church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After V-ball and dinner, Mary and I will go see Me Without You (Mary's favorite band) at the Cat's Cradle. I will stay out way too late and when we get home we will smoke cigars and drink beer until the wee hours of the morning. The next morning I will go to work and probably be a zombie (because "I'm not as young as I used to be").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow evening, I am very much looking forward to a friend treating me to dinner at a very nice restaurant and wearing the cute sundress I bought a few weeks ago. Then we will watch a movie at my place and there is a high possibility I will be so tired that I may fall asleep during the film, but I will do my best to stay awake (especially because we will be watching Juno and I have been wanting to see this movie for ages!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is how you turn 28. That is all ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-618864652715001292?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/618864652715001292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=618864652715001292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/618864652715001292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/618864652715001292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8947208828717965522</id><published>2008-06-24T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:11:23.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Solve A Puzzle</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who is here from Germany.  He is going back to Germany to visit for a couple of weeks and, of course, is expected to bring presents.  He is stumped on gifts for children.  Here are the "requirements" for the gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  There are several children and he wants to get one (maybe two) gift(s) that they can all share and play with together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The age range of the children is from 3-12 years old.  Some are boys, some are girls, but the girls are the older ones and the boys are younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He would prefer to get something that is more outdoor oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The game/toy must be very "American". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial suggestions of jump ropes and sidewalk chalk were swiftly rejected because they were not specifically "American" enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8947208828717965522?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8947208828717965522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8947208828717965522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8947208828717965522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8947208828717965522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/help-me-solve-puzzle.html' title='Help Me Solve A Puzzle'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3256652315297708424</id><published>2008-06-21T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:58:21.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roommate: Season 1, Episode 3</title><content type='html'>After lots of thought and careful deliberation and prayer and lost sleep and many emails and several phone calls and a visit or two from different potential roommates and a whole notebook full of charts . . . I made an offer to the girl I felt was the one I was most excited about rooming with. . . and she said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about a month Ruchita will be flying in from India and moving in with me!  I am pretty much excited.  Now I just have to get the room ready for her.  I just need basic bedroom furniture.  Craigslist here I come again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3256652315297708424?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3256652315297708424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3256652315297708424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3256652315297708424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3256652315297708424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/roommate-season-1-episode-3.html' title='The Roommate: Season 1, Episode 3'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-1360063350057416409</id><published>2008-06-20T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:33:41.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roommate: Season 1, Episode 2</title><content type='html'>I have narrowed the twenty down to three. Of course, I have saved the info on all of them, just in case it does not work out with one of my top three for one reason or another. All three of these girls seem like our personalities would be compatible and that they would be completely capable of paying their portion of the rent (which is kind of important) and all of their references had beaming reports on how wonderful this person is as a roommate. Here is a little about my top three in no particular order. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A 27 y/o girl from India. She is coming to Chapel Hill to do a doctorate in Economics. She likes hiking and to watch movies and she even made a "Friends" reference in one of her emails, which really got her in good with me :). The perks with her: (1) she said she would show me how to cook indian food, (2) I get to experience a little bit of a different culture without having to pay a plane ticket, and (3) if I ever get to go to India I might just have a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A 24 y/o girl from Indianna. She is coming to study Physical Therapy at UNC. The perks with this one: (1) she has her own car (I mention this because several of the applicants did not have cars, which shouldn't really make a difference for me, but I am a little worried that no car means that they will be asking me for rides on a regular basis and I already get enough of that from people I don't live with) and (2) she has a great sense of fashion and decorating (so her former roommate says).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A 26 y/o girl from NY orginally, but living in Greenville, NC currently. She will be studying psychology at UNC. The perks with this one: (1) she also has a car and (2) I actually get to meet this one before I ask her to move in with me (the other two are so long distance that I just have to communicate through email and phone). This one is coming to meet me and see the apartment on Monday evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-1360063350057416409?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1360063350057416409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=1360063350057416409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1360063350057416409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1360063350057416409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/roommate-season-1-episode-2.html' title='The Roommate: Season 1, Episode 2'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-9179806331466840738</id><published>2008-06-19T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:43:26.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roommate:  Season 1</title><content type='html'>I am living my own reality show at the moment.  I am calling it "The Roommate". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am in the market for a roommate.  After a few months to settle into my new surroundings, I feel ready and excited to take on a roommate.  This will of course be a good financial move.  I also hope it will mean I have a built in friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted an ad on craigslist and got what felt like ten million responses, but was actually about twenty.  So the last few days have been tons of emailing and facebooking and myspacing and telephone conversations.  The next few days will be meeting potential roommates and contacting their references and more emailing and more phone conversations and lots of chart making. (I am a chart geek.  I can't help it, I love them.)  And little by little, all but one will be eliminated. . . (it sounds like it has the makings for a reality show to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-9179806331466840738?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/9179806331466840738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=9179806331466840738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/9179806331466840738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/9179806331466840738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/roommate-season-1.html' title='The Roommate:  Season 1'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2975273557371647683</id><published>2008-06-09T16:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:38:49.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the Ride</title><content type='html'>The first several months after moving to North Carolina could be simplified into one single word. . . survival. That might be a tad dramatic, but only a tad. OK, no I was never at death's door and at no point (to my knowledge) was anybody stalking me with any harmful intent, but there were plenty of trials and stressful circumstances and loneliness and disappointments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment, many of the difficult circumstances have either been resolved or put off for me to deal with at a later date. And to add to the minimized stress in my life, I feel like I am actually making friends here. I have been going out to eat with people, going to the movies, having people over to watch movies, meeting people for coffee, meeting people for beer, having people over to play volleyball, having people over to make cookies, painting pottery with people, and the list goes on. And I love it. I must admit that somedays I get home and, between my full-time job, two part-time jobs, and social life, I am thoroughly exhausted, but is that good kind of tired. At the end of the day, I lie down in my bed and just before I fall dead asleep (within two minutes of head hitting the pillow) I feel really alive. It is a good feeling. Just thought I would share that with you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2975273557371647683?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2975273557371647683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2975273557371647683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2975273557371647683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2975273557371647683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/enjoying-ride.html' title='Enjoying the Ride'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3771449513005405075</id><published>2008-06-02T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:34:34.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wining, Dining, Over the Rhining</title><content type='html'>My wonderful weekend/Monday in a nutshell. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday -&lt;br /&gt;Work = boring, boring, boring.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with my new friend at Mediterranean Deli = yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Painting pottery at Paint the Earth (a shop on Franklin Street), also with my new friend = good times. But we couldn't finish our artwork before the shop closed on Friday night, so we had round two on Saturday afternoon. Our masterpieces will be fired this week and ready for pick-up on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Beer at Goodfellows, also with new friend = good conversation and good people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday -&lt;br /&gt;Consultation for a new pet sitting client = another job for this coming weekend. Yay for money coming in!&lt;br /&gt;Visit with Rodger and Angela while I was in their neighborhood = a little catch up time with my closest friends in Chapel Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch and Round Two of Pottery Painting = masterpieces completed and more hang out time with the funniest German philosopher I know.&lt;br /&gt;Esther arrives = extreme jubilation for me.&lt;br /&gt;Esther and I see Sex in the City = the movie was just like the show. We were pleased. Why mess with perfection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday -&lt;br /&gt;Icecream in Hillsborough = yummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Church = good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Over the Rhine Concert = the opening act was so good that one of her songs made me cry. OTR was wonderful as always. They did two encores. I could have died a happy woman that night.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies = yumm, but I think I gained three pounds this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday -&lt;br /&gt;Work at Law Office = boring.&lt;br /&gt;Pet Sitting Job on Lunch Break = I almost got attacked by a dog. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti and Wine for Dinner = good food and good wine with Esther while she is still in town.&lt;br /&gt;Bella = great movie. I highly recommend it. Seriously, stop reading this blog and go get that movie.&lt;br /&gt;Cigars on the Volleyball Court = enjoyment of cigars with one of my only cigar-smoking girl friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3771449513005405075?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3771449513005405075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3771449513005405075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3771449513005405075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3771449513005405075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/wining-dining-over-rhining.html' title='Wining, Dining, Over the Rhining'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5684421215510396905</id><published>2008-05-30T12:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:22:53.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball Night</title><content type='html'>Last night eleven church friends came over to my place to grill out and play volleyball. It was really fun. We got to feed burgers and pasta salad to some of my neighbors, and one neighbor even joined us for volleyball. It was pretty cool. I am really loving where I live. It is so nice to be able to host an event like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much else to say right now; however, as I mentioned in my last blog, this weekend has more than its fair share of good stuff going on. So hopefully, I will blog again Monday or Tuesday of next week (more than likely it will have to wait till Tuesday).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5684421215510396905?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5684421215510396905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5684421215510396905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5684421215510396905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5684421215510396905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/volleyball-night.html' title='Volleyball Night'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7142022470708591107</id><published>2008-05-28T11:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:50:27.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day/Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, I am back to the NC after a great weekend in good old GA. The weekend was sooooo great. Family, friends, and a housewarming party. Who could ask for anything more? There were a few friends I either didn't get to see at all or barely saw at all that I really would have liked to do some catching up with, but it is hard to find time for all your family and many of the friends you made over the course of about 15 years of living in that city. Sigh. But like I said, the time I had with the people I did get to see was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older sister threw me a housewarming party, which was so nice. I got lots of little odds and ends I have been needing/wanting for my place (lamps, sheets, towels, candles, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, back when my little sister and I lived together, my parents gave her and I a TV for Christmas. When we moved out of that house and were no longer living together, I let her have the TV because I'm just not that much of a TV person. But now, she has another TV and gave me ours, which was great because the TV I was using was a tinsy 10" screen and ours is significantly larger (don't know the exact measurement though. So last night I hooked it up and discovered that for some reason this TV picks up way more stations than my little 10" did. With the 10" TV I was picking up about 13 stations consistantly and occasionally I could pick up 2 or 3 extra stations, but with my bigger TV I am picking up like 90 stations! I don't know the hows and whys on all of that, but. . . whatever. Now I still don't like the idea of becoming a TV junkie, but these days my social calendar is not what it used to be and I have to admit that I am turning to the tube a little more regularly. Am I glad about this? Not really. But it is what it is, and at least it's free (well not really, I'm sure the charge is included in my rent but I don't really have a choice about taking that out). Ok, enough rambling about a stupid TV :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week/weekend I am looking forward to a handful of events:&lt;br /&gt;(1) A cook out and volleyball with church friends at my apartment on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Going to dinner and a paint-your-own-pottery place in Chapel Hill with a new friend on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Esther coming to visit on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;(4) The new Sex in the City movie coming out! (I have to admit that Sex in the City is one of my guilty pleasures)&lt;br /&gt;(5) Over the Rhine concert on Sunday night! (I would like to add that I could literally walk to this concert from my apartment. Have I mentioned that I love living in Carrboro?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least my social calendar this week is up enough that I won't be resorting to the TV too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7142022470708591107?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7142022470708591107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7142022470708591107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7142022470708591107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7142022470708591107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-dayweekend.html' title='Memorial Day/Weekend'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2776409288259449838</id><published>2008-05-19T08:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:25:07.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From a Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, its Monday again and that means back to work. But at least this week is sandwiched between two great weekends. (D.C. this past weekend to visit Sara and Esther and home to Augusta next weekend to visit family and many friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.C. was great. No traffic problems there or back (woo hoo!) and great girl bonding time. I got in late on Friday evening and Sara, Esther, and I just spent sometime catching up on all the latest. Saturday, we met some of their friends for brunch and ate out on the lawn. It was beautiful weather and we practiced the fine art of throwing grapes in the air and catching them in our mouths (and also throwing grapes into other people's mouths). Then we went to an Asian Festival and just wandered around town for awhile making the most of the gorgeous day. Later, one of their friends made us an awesome dinner (Indian food. . . yummmmm) and we went out dancing (80s Night!!!!!!). I had to leave Sunday morning, but it was still a completely worthwhile visit, especially since both of them will be in Egypt all summer. I'll get to see Esther one more time before she goes (she is coming to visit me in two weeks!), but I won't see Sara again for several months (bummer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to next weekend. . . may it be every bit as wonderful as this past weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2776409288259449838?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2776409288259449838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2776409288259449838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2776409288259449838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2776409288259449838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-from-wonderful-weekend.html' title='Back From a Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6934077099657705153</id><published>2008-05-16T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:32:55.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Downstairs Neighbor's Friends are a Little Scary</title><content type='html'>In general I really like my apartment complex.  Sure, I had a rocky time at first with the apartment management not really being very responsive or helpful, and the guys I moved in after left the place looking like a train wreck.  But after those initial annoyances, I had not one complaint.  I haven't had overly noisy neighbors or an unreasonable gas bill to deal with, and since I have actually moved in the apartment management has actually been very helpful and freindly (I think it was just the one girl, who was incharge of taking care of my lease, who was not really doing her job).  So on the whole, I would say my living experience there has been a good one thus far; however, I did have quite a shocker last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out running around doing various and sundry tasks that one must do on a Saturday.  I realized that I left something at my apartment that  I needed, so I went back to my complex.  I always listen to music in the car and sometimes when I get out I am still humming the last song I heard.  So I hop out of my car humming away and jog up the first flight of stairs (I am on the third floor), but at the second floor a man who doesn't seem to speak english is shushing me.  I was a little suprised and slightly offended and asked him why.  He doesn't say anything, but points to his other hand which is holding a snake by the head!!!!  So I just stood there in a mix of horror and shock and curiousity for about 30 seconds before I realized that I needed to just go up to my apartment and pray that the strange snake handler would leave and take his snake with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was this guy doing?  He was just standing outside of my downstairs neighbors apartment knocking on his door.  Was he trying to suprise my neighbor?  Did my neighbor lose his pet snake and this guy found it?  Did my neighbors pet snake die and this guy found a replacement for him?  The possibilities are endless.  I just hope that it isn't a reoccuring incident!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6934077099657705153?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6934077099657705153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6934077099657705153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6934077099657705153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6934077099657705153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-downstairs-neighbors-friends-are.html' title='My Downstairs Neighbor&apos;s Friends are a Little Scary'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4105323935747604611</id><published>2008-05-13T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:02:30.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living For the Weekend</title><content type='html'>My next two weekends are going to be fan-freaking-tastic.  This weekend I am going on a whirlwind trip to D.C. to visit with Sara and Esther K and still make it back to North Carolina in time for church on Sunday evening.  There will be dancing and catching up and (as always with the me and the Kauffman girls) lots of giggling and acting like middle schoolers.  I cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I am going home to GA for a nice long weekend (thanks to Memorial Day!).  Hallelujah.  I miss my mom so bad.  I miss everybody else there alot too, but I'm really, really missing my mom.  I haven't been home since Christmas and it has been hard.  Luckily several people have come up to visit me.  All of my family, except my brother and his crew, have come up to visit at some point.  My friend Shelley came to visit me twice (she gets a gold star)!  Alice, Esther, and Dan have all had at least a brief visit with me as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely sometimes living here with my family so far away and most of my close freinds scattered across the ends of the earth.  But I will say that I am getting more accustomed to all the alone time.  I am getting used to my social life being a little less eventful.  I am growing to absolutely love having an apartment sans roommates.  I learn alot about how I like things for myself when I don't have to worry about pleasing or accommodating anyone else.  It's interesting.  For example, I never realized how much I prefer organization over chaos or even organized chaos, until now that I have my own space that I get to keep just how I like it.  Now I am not entirely anal about it, but I have to admit that maybe I am just the tinsiest bit anal about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough rambling about whether or not I'm anal.  I'll try to post again next week after my certain-to-be-fabulous weekend with the Kauffman's.  Have a great rest of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4105323935747604611?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4105323935747604611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4105323935747604611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4105323935747604611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4105323935747604611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-for-weekend.html' title='Living For the Weekend'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01098989779679425124'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>