Goin' Through the Big D and Don't Mean Dallas...

Let's be honest: who doesn't love a great love story...that goes south? Not to be cynical, because by nature I am not, but it's not usually the beautiful decades-long love story that catches my attention. It's the knock down, drag out ones that do. So you got a great tidbit about the aunt and uncle that met at age 7 in a tree and never looked back? Keep it to yourself. You got a great one about the 17 year old your 55 year old uncle is dating who refused to leave when he dumped her, slept on his front porch, and stalked his ex wife? Bring it on.
So, here's your update: almost final. June 6th would have been the big day, but my lawyer is slower than VDOT on a summer day. Some might call her "thorough"; my gut calls her "Slightly incompetent and incapable of taking my calls". So hopefully, in a few weeks, you will all have the privilege of introducing, for the very first time, (said in my wedding DJ voice): "Ms. Jessica White"!
Any by the way: what's your vote? I want to hear opinions that people have about changing the last name or leaving it alone. Gotta say, personally, it was such a hassle the first time 10 years ago!
And finally, with a quote from Zsa Zsa Gabor (Take what you will from this): "I have never hated a man enough to return his diamonds".
Amen, sister.

Note to Self: Optimism is Contagious

So I have to pass along this fantastic quote from Michael Jordan:

"I have missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions I have been entrusted to take the game's winning shot...and missed. I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed."

Do you feel it, people? Do you feel that tingle? It's called optimistic and it's catching...pass it on.

Directions to KG...

So, you head east on Rt. 3 from Fredericksburg until you see the Food Lion (probably the most-often used landmark reference in all of the county!) and you are officially in....Seattle?!?!?! No, silly, it just feels like Seattle since it's rained....every....single....day....this.....YEAR! Anyone else in the tri-state area noticed this phenomenon?! I mean, really?! My grass is out of control and I can't mow the lawn without stalking the front windows, saying to myself, "Yes, that appears to be a break in clouds! Run! Run for the mower! It's time to mow!" Then I cut the grass in about 7.6 minutes and the John Deere is safely tucked away before the next monsoon.
Why the whining? Well, besides the obvious (like my kids can't use one damn thing I bought for their birthdays--bikes, scooters, trampoline!) it also gets in the way of my favorite activity: collecting boxes like a homeless woman for my big move from current KGMS to "new" KGMS (new is in "" because the building is actually older than dirt and 1 coat of paint does not take away that fact).
Everyone knows what happens to cardboard in rain, right? Like a frat boy after too many beers, there's lots of enthusiasm, but floppy results, know what I mean :) So I am frantically running boxes to my car from the basement (or Jen's house, or the Food Lion--there's the reference AGAIN!) and I run with the mindset of a woman getting away from a bomb. I can't get them wet! They will never hold 53 textbooks, or 6 microscopes, or my entire collection of 'Science in your Backyard' posters. I get them in school, away from moisture, and start packing away.
And, on the off chance that we don't end up moving to the "new" school, someone send me sedating meds because I am NOT unpacking 107 boxes of science supplies!