Today was the final day of the TCS All Class reunion. It had one event, a family picnic out at Legacy Play Village. It was simply a time for alumni, spouses and children to have one last hurrah for the weekend. There was a party pack of shaved ice from Bahama Bucks (a local delicacy) as an added treat. Families came, and while some took advantage of the playground, most stayed in the relative shade of the pavilion to introduce children and spouses.
As photographer I moved around between the two venues, but it was fun all the same. I got to talk to several people I hadn't seen in over fifteen years. I think we all had some fun (I did), but heat and children (especially young ones) don't mix for long, and within a couple of hours we all said our goodbyes and went our separate ways for the next five years. (That's when the next reunion will be.)
The rest of the day was spent having lunch with some old classmates, having a Starbucks, and running an errand before I went up to Plainview to see my brother and his wife. We talked over some important things, some not so important things, grabbed a bite for dinner, and took in a movie. We rented Full Metal Jacket watched it until I had to leave, once again late at night/early next morning.
Tomorrow is the family reunion. I am dreading it as the one person I really wanted to see will not be there yet again. (It's not her fault; it's a family emergency.) I plan to leave early and beat it for home so that I can figure out how to get back into the stream next week.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
TCS All Class Reunion - Day 2
What a day!
I didn't sleep well last night. I may have reinjured a hernia, and the pain was keeping me up all night. I finally drifted off to sleep sometime in the morning, and when my alarm went off, I shut it off and went back to sleep. I ultimately got up at about 9am, and went for a walk (like I didn't do yesterday). During my walk, I got a call from one of my teachers. He cancelled out on shooting with us this afternoon. Of the three that I was going to take, only one ended up going.
I got back to the house and packed up all my shooting gear and went up to the school. We went to the range and had a complete blast! There is an outdoor range near Slaton called Rustic Range. It's a really nice facility located off a dirt road in a little canyon. It has a nice shop, some reloading supplies, a lot of lanes and target stands, and, most importantly, you can back your vehicle up to your stand.
That's exactly what we did considering the amount of gear I had in my truck bed. We spent the next three hours going through a ton of old battlefield rifles. After awhile we switched to pistols. Three hours later we were hot, tired, but thorougly satisfied at the amount of paper we had killed.
We retired back to town, and me to the house. I had about an hour and a half to shower, cool off and get ready for tonight. The festivities tonight were semiformal, so I had packed some trousers and a shirt. The real trick was going to be shooting pictures in all that getup. I finally left the house at about six and got to the school to set up for portraits.
The portraits didn't quite go as planned (actually, they didn't go at all), but that's a minor thing. There were more people there tonight than last night, and I saw a bunch of people that I hadn't seen for years. We went through teacher recognitions, future plans for the school, the alumni association, etc. all while having a nice dinner. I got a lot of good pictures, so hopefully that will set up some future business for me.
I'm not doing this post any justice, but it's another case of getting home late. I'll have more thoughts during the week next week.
I didn't sleep well last night. I may have reinjured a hernia, and the pain was keeping me up all night. I finally drifted off to sleep sometime in the morning, and when my alarm went off, I shut it off and went back to sleep. I ultimately got up at about 9am, and went for a walk (like I didn't do yesterday). During my walk, I got a call from one of my teachers. He cancelled out on shooting with us this afternoon. Of the three that I was going to take, only one ended up going.
I got back to the house and packed up all my shooting gear and went up to the school. We went to the range and had a complete blast! There is an outdoor range near Slaton called Rustic Range. It's a really nice facility located off a dirt road in a little canyon. It has a nice shop, some reloading supplies, a lot of lanes and target stands, and, most importantly, you can back your vehicle up to your stand.
That's exactly what we did considering the amount of gear I had in my truck bed. We spent the next three hours going through a ton of old battlefield rifles. After awhile we switched to pistols. Three hours later we were hot, tired, but thorougly satisfied at the amount of paper we had killed.
We retired back to town, and me to the house. I had about an hour and a half to shower, cool off and get ready for tonight. The festivities tonight were semiformal, so I had packed some trousers and a shirt. The real trick was going to be shooting pictures in all that getup. I finally left the house at about six and got to the school to set up for portraits.
The portraits didn't quite go as planned (actually, they didn't go at all), but that's a minor thing. There were more people there tonight than last night, and I saw a bunch of people that I hadn't seen for years. We went through teacher recognitions, future plans for the school, the alumni association, etc. all while having a nice dinner. I got a lot of good pictures, so hopefully that will set up some future business for me.
I'm not doing this post any justice, but it's another case of getting home late. I'll have more thoughts during the week next week.
Friday, August 6, 2010
TCS All Class Reunion - Day One
It's late. About 1am according to the clock on the computer that I'm typing on right now, but the date will still probably show as yesterday on the posting, which is what I intend. The lateness of the hour (or earliness, if you prefer) is a good indicator of the kind of time I'm having.
This morning wasn't all that wonderful. Packing never is. I woke up later than I would have liked, bussed myself, my cameras, studio, rifles, pistols, ammo, luggage, and various other assorted items to my truck to bring back to Lubbock with me. Instead of leaving the metromess at 10am like I would have liked, I left my house at 11 and had to make a few errands before I could ultimately leave. That happened at noon.
The drive back was pleasant once I had everything sorted and put in its place. I didn't stop once I finally got going. It was nice to listen to a complete audio book without having to change discs (thank you iPhone!). I got to the parents' house in the late afternoon and disgorged my truck of its cargo into the house. The parental units and I did the family thing until it was time to go up to the school to register for the weekend.
Registration was the normal thing, but just standing around and seeing some of my classmates from thirteen years ago was wonderful! We hugged, talked, got to see who had changed (and who hadn't). Right up until the first event of the weekend.
Road Rally school was first on the agenda. It was nice to see Mrs. Garrett (the English teacher extraordinaire) assume her old role and brief us on the dos and don'ts of the road rally. I remembered some of it, but not all. Of course I was flitting about the room, taking lots of pictures (as I somehow became the official photographer this weekend). Some of us had done a rally before, some hadn't. In my case I had done one, but we never finished it. Half an hour of briefings later, and we were all assigned to our respective vehicles.
There were only two in my truck: me, and my friend Casey. We were originally car 13, but somehow moved up to car 10. (I like that as I'm not a big fan of the number 13.) At our appointed time we received our instructions and struck out for the rally. There were a few places where we stumbled, but we made it through and finished! That brings my record to 1 for 2 completing road rallies.
After the rally, some of us went to Applebee's to talk and reminisce. It was interesting. Of the eight of us that were there, only two did a lot of talking. The rest of us just kind of sat there and enjoyed. Occasionally one of us would interject something, but we talked past midnight until we were all yawning and just about to fall asleep.
It was a great start to what I hope is a great weekend. There is a lot more I haven't written about, but I'm tired, so I'm going to sign off and put some more thoughts into a later post.
This morning wasn't all that wonderful. Packing never is. I woke up later than I would have liked, bussed myself, my cameras, studio, rifles, pistols, ammo, luggage, and various other assorted items to my truck to bring back to Lubbock with me. Instead of leaving the metromess at 10am like I would have liked, I left my house at 11 and had to make a few errands before I could ultimately leave. That happened at noon.
The drive back was pleasant once I had everything sorted and put in its place. I didn't stop once I finally got going. It was nice to listen to a complete audio book without having to change discs (thank you iPhone!). I got to the parents' house in the late afternoon and disgorged my truck of its cargo into the house. The parental units and I did the family thing until it was time to go up to the school to register for the weekend.
Registration was the normal thing, but just standing around and seeing some of my classmates from thirteen years ago was wonderful! We hugged, talked, got to see who had changed (and who hadn't). Right up until the first event of the weekend.
Road Rally school was first on the agenda. It was nice to see Mrs. Garrett (the English teacher extraordinaire) assume her old role and brief us on the dos and don'ts of the road rally. I remembered some of it, but not all. Of course I was flitting about the room, taking lots of pictures (as I somehow became the official photographer this weekend). Some of us had done a rally before, some hadn't. In my case I had done one, but we never finished it. Half an hour of briefings later, and we were all assigned to our respective vehicles.
There were only two in my truck: me, and my friend Casey. We were originally car 13, but somehow moved up to car 10. (I like that as I'm not a big fan of the number 13.) At our appointed time we received our instructions and struck out for the rally. There were a few places where we stumbled, but we made it through and finished! That brings my record to 1 for 2 completing road rallies.
After the rally, some of us went to Applebee's to talk and reminisce. It was interesting. Of the eight of us that were there, only two did a lot of talking. The rest of us just kind of sat there and enjoyed. Occasionally one of us would interject something, but we talked past midnight until we were all yawning and just about to fall asleep.
It was a great start to what I hope is a great weekend. There is a lot more I haven't written about, but I'm tired, so I'm going to sign off and put some more thoughts into a later post.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Church Review - Ridglea Christian Church
Ridglea Christian Church
6720 W. Elizabeth Ln
Fort Worth, TX 76116
(817) 738-0612
www.ridgleachristian.org
Ok, I’m going to cheat in two ways tonight. First, I normally do church reviews on Sundays. I went to RCC this Sunday, but I had better things to write about until tonight. Second, this is the church that I attended for two years until February of this year, so I have intimate knowledge of the church. I’m going to try to limit my observations, but forgive me if a little bias slips in.
RCC is an old church and a small church. It’s old in that most of the people that attend are age 50 or older, and it’s old in the way it conducts itself. More about that later. It’s small in that each Sunday it has about 100ish people show up for the service and about 60ish for Sunday school. This is all published in RCC’s weekly newsletter.
RCC is small. The sanctuary is designed to fit about 400-500 bodies, but only about 80-90 show up each Sunday for the service. It has a choir, and the choir as well as the church staff are included in the attendance numbers. RCC used to be a lot larger than it is, even offering weekday school classes at one point. But time, a church split, and neglect have decimated both the church and the congregation.
RCC is old in the way it conducts itself. Everything about the church is traditional. The music is traditional, straight out of the hymnal. There are no instruments in the sanctuary other than the piano and the organ, although occasionally (read once or twice a year) there will be some more modern music done by people who bring their own instruments. The service follows a set pattern: A liturgist reads the announcements and starts the service. There is music, a choral introit, then the choir, minister and elders process into the sanctuary. The liturgist then does a responsive reading with the audience. There is another hymn followed by the children’s moment. The minister then does prayer requests and praises followed by the ministerial prayer. This is followed by a stewardship meditation, tithing, singing the doxology, having communion, saying the Lord’s prayer, more music, the sermon, the altar call (which is a standard call), one last hymn then the recessional. There is little or no variation whatsoever in the service.
The sanctuary itself has no projector or screen. It has the liturgist’s lectern on the right side, the pulpit on the left, both raised off the stage. The elders sit behind the altar doing the offering and communion. Each pew (yes, there are pews and not chairs) has six hymnals and two Bibles in the racks on the back of them. It is in all respects the stereotypical traditional church.
Unfortunately this tradition is carried over to the singles group, which is to say RCC doesn’t have a singles group. But here’s the kicker—they claim that they DO have a singles group. It is composed of anyone who is just out of high school to just out of college. I was placed in it felt absolutely out of place. I was easily the oldest person in that group by five years or more. Everyone in it was still in college or had just graduated and had what I term the “college mindset.” I was the only one started down the career path. This got old, and I left the group for some time until a new minister was hired. I hoped he would put new life in the group, so I started to go for a new more months, but after talking with him several times he made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of trying to start a singles group like I was looking for for several years until everything else was well in hand. That was the start of my break with this church, and over the next few months following this discussion circumstances made it quite easy for me to leave.
Long story short, RCC is not a place you want to go to for a singles group or for anything unless you want to work and be valued for ONLY your work for the church. If you expect anything else, you will be sorely disappointed.
So why did I go back? My friend Yizong was delivering his ultimate sermon at this church, and his friend who I met two Sundays ago was there. He’s trying to set us up, but we’re both dense. More about that later.
6720 W. Elizabeth Ln
Fort Worth, TX 76116
(817) 738-0612
www.ridgleachristian.org
Ok, I’m going to cheat in two ways tonight. First, I normally do church reviews on Sundays. I went to RCC this Sunday, but I had better things to write about until tonight. Second, this is the church that I attended for two years until February of this year, so I have intimate knowledge of the church. I’m going to try to limit my observations, but forgive me if a little bias slips in.
RCC is an old church and a small church. It’s old in that most of the people that attend are age 50 or older, and it’s old in the way it conducts itself. More about that later. It’s small in that each Sunday it has about 100ish people show up for the service and about 60ish for Sunday school. This is all published in RCC’s weekly newsletter.
RCC is small. The sanctuary is designed to fit about 400-500 bodies, but only about 80-90 show up each Sunday for the service. It has a choir, and the choir as well as the church staff are included in the attendance numbers. RCC used to be a lot larger than it is, even offering weekday school classes at one point. But time, a church split, and neglect have decimated both the church and the congregation.
RCC is old in the way it conducts itself. Everything about the church is traditional. The music is traditional, straight out of the hymnal. There are no instruments in the sanctuary other than the piano and the organ, although occasionally (read once or twice a year) there will be some more modern music done by people who bring their own instruments. The service follows a set pattern: A liturgist reads the announcements and starts the service. There is music, a choral introit, then the choir, minister and elders process into the sanctuary. The liturgist then does a responsive reading with the audience. There is another hymn followed by the children’s moment. The minister then does prayer requests and praises followed by the ministerial prayer. This is followed by a stewardship meditation, tithing, singing the doxology, having communion, saying the Lord’s prayer, more music, the sermon, the altar call (which is a standard call), one last hymn then the recessional. There is little or no variation whatsoever in the service.
The sanctuary itself has no projector or screen. It has the liturgist’s lectern on the right side, the pulpit on the left, both raised off the stage. The elders sit behind the altar doing the offering and communion. Each pew (yes, there are pews and not chairs) has six hymnals and two Bibles in the racks on the back of them. It is in all respects the stereotypical traditional church.
Unfortunately this tradition is carried over to the singles group, which is to say RCC doesn’t have a singles group. But here’s the kicker—they claim that they DO have a singles group. It is composed of anyone who is just out of high school to just out of college. I was placed in it felt absolutely out of place. I was easily the oldest person in that group by five years or more. Everyone in it was still in college or had just graduated and had what I term the “college mindset.” I was the only one started down the career path. This got old, and I left the group for some time until a new minister was hired. I hoped he would put new life in the group, so I started to go for a new more months, but after talking with him several times he made it abundantly clear that he had no intention of trying to start a singles group like I was looking for for several years until everything else was well in hand. That was the start of my break with this church, and over the next few months following this discussion circumstances made it quite easy for me to leave.
Long story short, RCC is not a place you want to go to for a singles group or for anything unless you want to work and be valued for ONLY your work for the church. If you expect anything else, you will be sorely disappointed.
So why did I go back? My friend Yizong was delivering his ultimate sermon at this church, and his friend who I met two Sundays ago was there. He’s trying to set us up, but we’re both dense. More about that later.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Mickey and Julie Got Married
Last Saturday, July 31, my friend Mickey got married to his fiance Julie. How it happened is a little vague to me. I met Mickey when we both worked for Lockheed Martin. Truth be told he didn't seem the marrying type to me. He had an occasional girlfriend off and on, but nothing really strong.
That is until a year or so ago. He met Julie through eHarmony. (Ok, I guess eHarmony works for some people.) They seemed to work together really well. One thing led to another, and eventually they moved in together, bought a house, and he proposed. It all came to a marriage three days ago.
Julie's family is Catholic. (I don't know if Julie is practicing or not.) They got married in the Good Shepherd Catholic Community Church. While this isn't a church review, let me share my observations nonetheless.
Good Shepherd Catholic Community Church
1000 Tinker Road
Colleyville, TX 76034
(817) 416-4267
gscc.net
The church is fairly large. The main auditorium could easily seat 1000 by my estimate. In the middle of the main auditorium is the altar, pulpit, lectern, and baptismal font. The main auditorium itself is very light and airy. There are a lot of sidelights, and one side of it has large picture windows that open onto a courtyard. There is a beautifully carved crucifix at the altar. All in all it is a very beautiful auditorium.
SIDEBAR
I'm not using the term sanctuary because in Catholic terms there are apparently two areas in an auditorium: the assembly and the sanctuary. The sanctuary is where the priests, choir, and other church personnel are situated. The assembly is where the audience sits. I make this point because I made the mistake of commenting on the beauty to one of the deacons of the church, and he explained the differences to me.
END SIDEBAR
There is apparently a very large choir to go with this church. The choir area takes up approximately 25% of the auditorium. We did not do any singing, so I don't know what kind of music to expect, but there were hymnals (paperback and current to this year), an organ, and what looked like an orchestra area. While there were hymnals, there were two retractable screens with projectors cleverly hidden behind two of the pillars in the building. It takes a lot to impress me about architecture, symmetry and clean lines, and I was impressed!
As to the wedding itself, it was a fairly standard wedding, but also a fairly traditional wedding. A cross was carried in at the head of the processional. (I'm wondering if this is a Catholic thing as I've seen it done in every Catholic service I've seen.) There was no censor being carried in. The processional was otherwise normal save that the priest was also in the processional as opposed to standing at the front, or center in this case. There was a lot of scripture reading and responsive reading. Mickey and Julie took their vows simultaneously, which I thought was a nice touch. They then did their promises and exchange of rings. During the homily, everyone sat down. In my opinion this should be a rule in weddings as it gives everyone a chance to rest a bit, and this was especially important in this wedding as the air conditioning did not kick in until the very last of the photographs were being taken.
When all the pictures were done, the reception started, and I was completely unprepared for it. I had talked with Mickey off and on this last year, and I heard a lot of the stories of the preparations that were going on for the wedding, but not a lot about the reception. I was expecting the standard hour-long cake and finger foods thing, but Mickey and Julie went all out! There was a DJ, dancing, hors d'oeuvres, nametags for place settings, party favors, the whole smash! The food was excellent as was the entertainment. I stayed through the first dance, food, toasts, and dances with the parents. At that point it was late, and I was getting depressed (as I always do at weddings not my own), and left.
All in all it was a good night. I took a lot of notes from the wedding concerning the church and photography--it turns out that I do all the same things as Mark, Mickey's and Julie's photographer. (I felt pretty good about that.) The food was good, and I got to see two friends get married. I just hope my day isn't too far down the road.
That is until a year or so ago. He met Julie through eHarmony. (Ok, I guess eHarmony works for some people.) They seemed to work together really well. One thing led to another, and eventually they moved in together, bought a house, and he proposed. It all came to a marriage three days ago.
Julie's family is Catholic. (I don't know if Julie is practicing or not.) They got married in the Good Shepherd Catholic Community Church. While this isn't a church review, let me share my observations nonetheless.
Good Shepherd Catholic Community Church
1000 Tinker Road
Colleyville, TX 76034
(817) 416-4267
gscc.net
The church is fairly large. The main auditorium could easily seat 1000 by my estimate. In the middle of the main auditorium is the altar, pulpit, lectern, and baptismal font. The main auditorium itself is very light and airy. There are a lot of sidelights, and one side of it has large picture windows that open onto a courtyard. There is a beautifully carved crucifix at the altar. All in all it is a very beautiful auditorium.
SIDEBAR
I'm not using the term sanctuary because in Catholic terms there are apparently two areas in an auditorium: the assembly and the sanctuary. The sanctuary is where the priests, choir, and other church personnel are situated. The assembly is where the audience sits. I make this point because I made the mistake of commenting on the beauty to one of the deacons of the church, and he explained the differences to me.
END SIDEBAR
There is apparently a very large choir to go with this church. The choir area takes up approximately 25% of the auditorium. We did not do any singing, so I don't know what kind of music to expect, but there were hymnals (paperback and current to this year), an organ, and what looked like an orchestra area. While there were hymnals, there were two retractable screens with projectors cleverly hidden behind two of the pillars in the building. It takes a lot to impress me about architecture, symmetry and clean lines, and I was impressed!
As to the wedding itself, it was a fairly standard wedding, but also a fairly traditional wedding. A cross was carried in at the head of the processional. (I'm wondering if this is a Catholic thing as I've seen it done in every Catholic service I've seen.) There was no censor being carried in. The processional was otherwise normal save that the priest was also in the processional as opposed to standing at the front, or center in this case. There was a lot of scripture reading and responsive reading. Mickey and Julie took their vows simultaneously, which I thought was a nice touch. They then did their promises and exchange of rings. During the homily, everyone sat down. In my opinion this should be a rule in weddings as it gives everyone a chance to rest a bit, and this was especially important in this wedding as the air conditioning did not kick in until the very last of the photographs were being taken.
When all the pictures were done, the reception started, and I was completely unprepared for it. I had talked with Mickey off and on this last year, and I heard a lot of the stories of the preparations that were going on for the wedding, but not a lot about the reception. I was expecting the standard hour-long cake and finger foods thing, but Mickey and Julie went all out! There was a DJ, dancing, hors d'oeuvres, nametags for place settings, party favors, the whole smash! The food was excellent as was the entertainment. I stayed through the first dance, food, toasts, and dances with the parents. At that point it was late, and I was getting depressed (as I always do at weddings not my own), and left.
All in all it was a good night. I took a lot of notes from the wedding concerning the church and photography--it turns out that I do all the same things as Mark, Mickey's and Julie's photographer. (I felt pretty good about that.) The food was good, and I got to see two friends get married. I just hope my day isn't too far down the road.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Nice Guys Finish Last
Do nice guys really finish last? I hope not, as I seem to fall into the category of a “nice guy.” I wish I were tooting my own horn here, but in the relationships I’ve had that lasted any amount of time (a grand total of two and a half by my count), I was the nice guy, and the girl had no interest in me beyond friendship.
Why have I been thinking about this? Well, my friend Lacey and her longtime boyfriend Coleman broke up last week. (Lacey is the downstairs neighbor I wrote about.) I’ve been texting Lacey back and forth this week, and she tells me that she and Coleman are working things out and getting back together. I said that I was glad to hear that.
Almost as soon as this breakup happened, I was conflicted. I’ve always been attracted to Lacey. She’s beautiful, very nice, and not judgmental. She had no problem talking with me, a complete stranger, when we were neighbors. We talked often, and I had aspirations of dating until, as is my lot, I found out she already had a boyfriend. So when this breakup happened, on some levels I was hoping they wouldn’t get back together because then I might have a chance.
But I did what I always do. I became the strong-as-a-rock type; the one you come to for support. Which is exactly what I offered. So when I said I was glad they were getting back together, I felt like a liar. On some levels it probably was a lie—my chances were once again zero. (Maybe they always were.) The problem is I can only be what I am, which is, sometimes to my detriment, a nice guy.
That nice guy persona of mine has led me down the primrose path twice. The first time I fooled myself into believing I had a relationship with a girl in school, but it turned out she was only leading me on for help with homework. The second time the girl was genuinely interested in me, but she only wanted me as a friend. I got to the point where I was deeply, madly in love with her, but she wasn’t with me. It destroyed my whole concept of dating and relationships, and to this day I say with a straight face that I’ve never been on a date because she told me that we never dated—we were just friends.
So here I am. Someone that has been labeled a nice guy who has finished on the short end of two relationships. (The half relationship doesn’t really count.) Will I continue to finish last? Only time will tell…
Why have I been thinking about this? Well, my friend Lacey and her longtime boyfriend Coleman broke up last week. (Lacey is the downstairs neighbor I wrote about.) I’ve been texting Lacey back and forth this week, and she tells me that she and Coleman are working things out and getting back together. I said that I was glad to hear that.
Almost as soon as this breakup happened, I was conflicted. I’ve always been attracted to Lacey. She’s beautiful, very nice, and not judgmental. She had no problem talking with me, a complete stranger, when we were neighbors. We talked often, and I had aspirations of dating until, as is my lot, I found out she already had a boyfriend. So when this breakup happened, on some levels I was hoping they wouldn’t get back together because then I might have a chance.
But I did what I always do. I became the strong-as-a-rock type; the one you come to for support. Which is exactly what I offered. So when I said I was glad they were getting back together, I felt like a liar. On some levels it probably was a lie—my chances were once again zero. (Maybe they always were.) The problem is I can only be what I am, which is, sometimes to my detriment, a nice guy.
That nice guy persona of mine has led me down the primrose path twice. The first time I fooled myself into believing I had a relationship with a girl in school, but it turned out she was only leading me on for help with homework. The second time the girl was genuinely interested in me, but she only wanted me as a friend. I got to the point where I was deeply, madly in love with her, but she wasn’t with me. It destroyed my whole concept of dating and relationships, and to this day I say with a straight face that I’ve never been on a date because she told me that we never dated—we were just friends.
So here I am. Someone that has been labeled a nice guy who has finished on the short end of two relationships. (The half relationship doesn’t really count.) Will I continue to finish last? Only time will tell…
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Wedding Already Planned, Just Needs Groom
Wow! I thought I was nuts for starting this blog and writing about looking for my significant other. (Who knows, maybe I am.) But one woman has me beat!
Her name is Lisa Linehan. After she attended a wedding last winter, she decided that she was tired of being alone, and she wanted to get married. Lisa took her project a few steps further than I did. She has already planned her wedding. She's got the date, time, dress, venue and reception already planned out for next February! Like I said before, wow! (CNN did an interview with her, linked here.)
I really admire people who put those kinds of deadlines on themselves. It reminds me a little of the Julie/Julia project when Julie Powell cooked her way through Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking in a year. I think the stakes are a little higher this time around.
Lisa has a Facebook page, a website, and a Twitter site set up. She is actively looking, and I mean ACTIVELY looking. I'm looking, but not nearly as aggressively as she is. (I'm quite a bit shyer than she is.) Still, I think it's pretty cool that she's taken her search to the next level. I hope she and I are both successful!
(In case anyone is interested, I did email her and let her know about this blog.)
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