Monthly Archives: May 2005

Got To Keep On Moving

Posted by lorie on 05/31/2005 11 comments

There are lots of reasons why I’ve been living with my family for the last four years. Some of them are nobody’s business but mine and my family’s, and I have at times gotten really upset with people who insinuate that I have been doing it because I’m lazy, irresponsible, or mooching off my family. It’s not true – in fact, if you’re curious, I actually pay monthly rent faithfully, and help out in lots of other ways.

Living at home was supposed to be temporary, but for various reasons, the temporary arrangement was extended somewhat. When Ginny took a year off from college, she too was supposed to live at home temporarily. But my temporary arrangement turned into four years, and her temporary arrangement turned into about three years, and in the meantime, our family has become something different than what it was before we all lived at home. While we’ve always been close, it’s only been in the last couple of years that we’ve attained this new level of connection. It’s something I can’t explain, something envied by most people I know, and it’s something I’m really going to miss when I move out in a few weeks.

I’m beginning the exodus. In a couple of weeks, I’m moving into a great townhouse here in Lynchburg. Sometime in August, Ginny will move to her yet-to-be-determined apartment in Harrisonburg, and a couple of weeks after that, Sammi will move into her freshman dorm to begin college.

Our house is total carnage right now, with boxes and furniture strewn from one end to the other. I’ve been shopping for all the things I don’t have (which is almost everything), and this weekend I started packing up the things I do have (generally, books and more clothes than I need). It’s bittersweet. This townhouse is adorable and perfect, in a great location very close to work, and I’m really looking forward to having a place all my own again. But at the same time, I’m going to miss the time I’m used to spending with my family, and for a while you’re going to see fewer stories about American Idol Freeze Dance and more stories about how I can’t figure out how to hang curtain rods or something.

I imagine it’s going to be even weirder for Jamie and my parents in a few months, when they sit down at night and realize that half our family has scattered.

I am thinking I’ll need to figure out what’s involved in setting up four-way conference calls.

Continuing Tales of Pointlessness

Posted by lorie on 05/27/2005 4 comments

Ginny worked at a movie theatre (theater? whatever.) when Star Wars: Episode I or Star Wars: The Phantom Menace or Star Wars: The One Where the Only Thing I Remember is the Hovercraft or whatever it’s called was released. So, you know, on opening night there were a billion people there who were all dressed like their favorite Star Wars characters and acting all festive and stuff.

She told us there was this one guy who strapped two brown bath mats onto himself and made vaguely Wookie noises. That was his “Chewbacca” costume, it seems. Two brown bath mats.

Every time I think about that, I laugh.

She and her fellow theatre/theater employees also got a sadistic thrill out of some quirk in the line that ended up causing those moviegoers who had lined up first to be admitted last. Mean!

Informational

Posted by lorie on 05/26/2005 4 comments

I just wanted to share that sometimes I think roses really do smell like sewage.

I am really, really tired.

3 Down, 1 to Go

Posted by lorie on 05/24/2005 8 comments

Today is my sister Sammi’s 18th birthday. She knows that we all love her and wish her a great year, but you can leave messages to that effect in the comments as well, if you wish. She’s an obedient younger sister and reads daily.

Rare Sunday Post

Posted by lorie on 05/22/2005 8 comments

I don’t know when I started calling people “Homer,” but all I know is that I can’t stop. I’m all, “Nice shot, Homer,” or “Pay attention, Homer!” and I’m suspecting this has somehow replaced “jackass” and/or “Champ Bailey” in my vocabulary, but I couldn’t possibly tell you when or where or why it has happened. It just has.

There’s some cool news bubbling on my personal horizon, but I’ll wait to tell more ’till I’ve put some ink to paper. Homer.