Home from Atlanta

Weekends seem so short!  Granted, my apartment is a wreck, piled high with opened mail, bridal magazines, and unfolded clean clothes, so there's plenty of stuff I could be doing, and yet I sit here watching the end of Castaway (ironic, since we just debated if Wilson was a volleyball or basketball this afternoon) and thinking about life.

Well, "life" might make it sound a bit grand.  I'm really just thinking about next weekend (when we go check out rehearsal dinner sites with B's parents) and how much I do. not. want. to get up and get ready for bed.  Yes, bed.  I know it's 9:20.  Don't judge.  

This weekend was great.  These days I so cherish the non-planning moments with B, so this weekend we just indulged.  We had a great double birthday dinner (his mom's and mine) on Saturday night and an awesome back-porch sit with his high school buddies until about 3 a.m. on Friday night.  Today was just football on the couch.  That and Mass.

Oh!  Mass!  We may have a priest!  It's unclear from the email, but a very nice Father, Fr. Flanagan.  He's a "parochial vicar," whatever that means, but we went to hear him this morning and he was great--nary a mention of STDs or Prenups (another story, another time).  He just recently joined the priesthood (in May, ironically enough), but before that he lived about a hundred lives.  He was in the military and traveled the world, and maybe that's why we're drawn to him.  We spoke to him after the services and he just seemed so... interested. So we emailed and asked to set up an appointment.  Here's hoping!

Hmm.. rereading the website, which says he finished his priesthood prep "this past May," so, depending on how often they update the site, could have been anywhere from 2004 up until now.  Not that it matters.  He asked us out for coffee.  I'm feeling a spark... :)

Other than that, not much else to report.  Spent an hour on the treadmill next to B's mom and his most favorite neighbor looking at bridal mags.  That has to be a highlight to remember.  

I'm talking to work this week, maybe even tomorrow, about B's job situation next year and what that might mean for my job. Prayers are always appreciated!