my mug

Today was good, went to a huge celebration at church, it was the 10 year anniversary so there was a huge party afterwards on the square. I ran into my boss and he introduced me to his friends, they were like “you are the girl that was on the big screen!”  Um what? Apparently one Sunday that I wasn't there they were talking about the people who got baptized and my face was on the big screen for like 30 seconds. My boss had told me about it but I had forgotten, until now. It was the shot of me right after I came out of the water with a big smile on my face. I then ran into my friends Gary and Heidi who I know from Atlanta (from the Decatur crew), I had no idea they even went to this church. They told me they saw my picture on the big screen too. Gary said it was the strangest moment of his life, he said “I didn’t even know that you went here and then I see Spaswell's mug on the jumbotron as the baptism poster child.”  
Hahahaha


I guess I should fill everyone in one my weekend with the girls in Blue Ridge. I figured I could wait a week since none of those hoochies even read my blog. Thanks guys, big preesh. When I showed up and I got bombarded with hugs as I climb out of my car. I have to get my suitcase so I have no choice but to pop my trunk and watch everyone’s face. They all just died laughing; it is quite a melting pot of pure randomness. Since they don't read the play by play, I am immediately escorted to the deck of the gorgeous cabin to start telling stories. Everyone had a topic in mind that they wanted the scoop on. I am not gonna lie, it’s not that often when people gather around for story time and I have the floor, so I ate it right up. I gave the people what they wanted and we had some good laughs. Crazy pants was the main topic for a while, he gave us a lot of material. Every now and then someone would talk in baby talk mocking him or someone would yell out “Garth Brooks built this house!!” He served his purpose. After a few POF stories, Amy wrote me a check for $20 to get off of POF and sign up for Match.com.

We stayed in this amazing cabin and had nonstop fun just hanging out. We played games, ate some really good food, sat in the hot tub and watched football. Amongst 7 girls, we had zero drama, is that even aloud?


I spent this entire weekend by myself; I went hiking yesterday, watch the GA game, went to church today and went hiking again. I guess it’s good to know that I have no problem hanging with myself, although I really need to stop talking to myself in public it’s becoming a problem. I also need to realize that no one can hear the music in my ears when I am running. There is no need to blurt out whatever racial slur is blaring in my ear at the moment, people get the wrong idea.

I am working on becoming aware of my surroundings. I was at the park last week, I ran up the back of the Parthenon which has a ton of stairs leading up to it on both sides. I run to the front of the building to the top of the steps, with Beyonce singing about singles ladies in my ear I had to break it down one time. I look down the steps and there are two photographers with their hand on their hip waiting for me to get out of their shot. Apparently there was an event going on inside and I was interrupting their shot of the building. Oopsy.

 
Ok back to watching Homeland, I am obsessed.