The Luckiest

The proposal site in Fall 2005. It was much prettier on Sunday
with golden fall leaves all around.


In case you haven't heard, The Inner Hippie got engaged over Fall Break.
It was perfect, magical, and exciting.  Mostly exciting.

I got really nervous and couldn't stop sweating or talking in my nervous voice (LOUD and FAST and very chatty) for about 3 hours. It was probably very annoying to those of you in the vicinity at the time of the occurrence. (How's that for wordiness. Clearly the chattiness hasn't worn off.)

We spent the break in Tennessee, at his family's old farm house. He proposed at the waterfall we love to hike to on our last day there. And I didn't have a clue it was coming.

And without further ado....The Ring



Don't be jeal! But it's pretty awesome. And I completely love it.



And, yes, you can come to the wedding.  I just have to figure out when it is first.

I don't like it

The Inner Hippie likes "it" on the bedroom floor, but I don't see how that raises breast cancer awareness. And by "it" I mean my purse.  Isn't that obvious? 

I'm all for saving the ta-ta's, and I might even tell you what color bra I have on.  But I don't see how innuendo raises breast cancer awareness.  At least a bra is closely associated.  My purse...not so much.

Don't look at me like that. I know you don't hear the word purse and think "boobs". If you do, there's something wrong. (Which makes me wonder who started all this anyways)

So if you are between the ages of 50 and 74 just go get your mammogram. If not, tell someone who needs a mammogram to go get a mammogram, throw on some pink, and keep where you "like it" to yourself.

P.S. I think we have pretty much achieved breast cancer awareness. How about breast cancer cure awareness?  So all you geniuses out there get to work. All you non-geniuses donate some $ or something.

In My Head

I can't tell you how happy I am that a new Katie Perry song is out.  I have been waiting for this moment since California Gurls dropped. This probably isn't what you think, either.

I have been on the verge of total insanity since I heard that song.  I'm talking hallucinations, insomnia...the works. IT WON'T GET OUT OF MY HEAD. I would perform my own neurosurgery if I thought I could locate and successfully remove the offending portion of my brain.

Before you say, "Well quit listening to the radio station playing it," consider that it's the type of song played in Wal-Mart, restaurants, and gyms, and is generally unavoidable.

Trust me, I resorted to only listening to my iPod and NPR in an effort to avoid hearing it. But short of moving into a cave, you JUST CAN'T GET AWAY FROM THAT SONG!!!

So, I'm delighted that a new, marginally less catchy song can now be played 785 times a day to appease the screaming tweens Katy Perry addiction.  I'm also delighted to report that I can't remember the chorus, hook, or any of the verses to Teenage Dream. And I also plan to keep it that way.

I'm still whistling the Andy Griffith song to avoid thinking too much about **you know what** while I write about it, but the Sun is shining brighter than it has in months.

Fall Me

I am so over summer, which is convenient because Fall starts at 10 pm tonight! Unfortunately, that doesn't mean anything as far as the degrees are concerned. When I was little, I thought when Fall or Spring came it would magically be cool or warm (whatever the weather was "supposed" to be) that day.  I remember throwing on shorts to run outside and play and my mom making me put on pants and a jacket while I tried to convince her that it was Spring and it was warm outside! As it turns out, she was correct. (Go figure)

I am tired of hearing the AC run, tired of being supremely uncomfortable the moment I step outside, and tired of the uncontrollable hair.

I can't wait to wake up the day after that first cold front comes through. It always seems to be on a Friday, and you wake up with more energy than you have had in months.  The sunlight suddenly looks Fall-y, and the crisp air makes you want chili and football.

I can't wait. So dear Fall, please hurry it up.

Gleek

Don't expect another blog post anytime soon. I will be on sabbatical until I watch every Glee episode 3+ times and learn all the lyrics and choreography to each number.

Hi, my name is Amelia and I am a Gleek.  It started as a simple way to waste a little time one long summer day.  It is now a full blown obsession.  I initially resisted, while my peers around me gave in. Eventually, I tried it. A monster was born.

Now I spend every waking moment awaiting my next fix of Glee.  I bought the DVDs because I couldn't wait for each episode to be posted on the internet.  When they arrived in my mailbox, I immediately ripped open the package and binged.  Now I am out of Glee until Season 2 premiers next week.

But how am I supposed to get by on only one episode a week? I think I need some Glee-hab.

Poladroid

Go ahead and label me a Hipster, but I am just so obsessed with fake Polaroids!  Polaroid quit producing its instant, iconic film, but it lives on digitally!  I downloaded Poladroid today (for free), which will convert your regular, plaino pics into Polaroid-esque wonders.  I'm not sure what you would do with them (post them on your blog, I guess) but I love it!

You drag and drop a picture into the camera, and it spits it out on your desktop to develop.  The only problem is you can't shake it like an analog Polaroid picture.

I guess I like Polaroids because of the nostalgia.  Sometimes I think life in the early 70s-90's really was seen in these washed out colors. Nothing captures shoulder pads, Robert Plant pants, or a perm like Polaroid film.

But if you ask me, life in the digital age still looks pretty sweet through Poladroid.

Mr. Heisman

Dear Mark Ingram,

I offer my heart felt sympathy to you and your knee.  I have really missed you lately.  Long time, no see, man.  So...I would like to make you an offer you can't refuse. 

My meniscus.  Or my whole knee.  Take your pick.  You=need healthy meniscus. I=need an excuse to not go to the gym + want to see you play Saturday (90% want to see you play, 10% want to be lazy).

I may not have your quads, hammies, or fast twitch muscles, but I love to watch you run, so I know my knee would treat you well and work very hard while your original knee recovers to its full Heisman glory.

I'm not sure if this agreement violates any NCAA rules, so we will keep it just between us.  I would like an autograph, however. And maybe a hug.

So think about it, let me know what you decide, and I will be anxiously awaiting your return to the gridiron.

Your friend,

A.