I found this awesome website today for Also Design. It was the light in an otherwise school-filled, stressful day.
Check out it out at http://www.also-online.com. It is so cool! Desmond looked at my funny, as I shrieked with delight at each creative animation. Make sure you click on all the links on the homepage. I especially like the the page animation for the "News" section. It has to be one of the most creative web site designs I've seen. I do wonder about the functionality of the sight with slower internet. I have awesome internet connection here at school, so I don't always pay attention to those things.
One day I want to design such amazing web sites.
Sep 28, 2009
Resolutions
I'm feeling a bit better today. I talked to my professor about my quiz. Though I still have the grade she'd originally assigned, we talked a little more about what she expects and is looking for in our answers, which was pretty helpful for me. It will be a little extra work, which is hard to imagine with all the time I already put into the class. Anyway, it's her first semester here so I think I'm just getting used to her teaching style.
So now I'm motivated, which is good because I've got a crazy week ahead of me.
2 tests
3 quizzes
1 essay
1 essay revision (in Spanish! Ah!)
1 presentation
It starts in 20. Bon voyage!
So now I'm motivated, which is good because I've got a crazy week ahead of me.
2 tests
3 quizzes
1 essay
1 essay revision (in Spanish! Ah!)
1 presentation
It starts in 20. Bon voyage!
Sep 27, 2009
I'm Back!
After a nearly 3 month break, I'm back to blogging. The remainder of my summer was consumed with wedding planning, and for the past month, my time has been eaten by school. I'm finally making an important decision. I need to make at least a little time each week to do something I want to do (like blog). I could spend every once of time studying for tests and quizzes, reading boring books or writing endless papers. But I don't think that's healthy for me anymore. I just about went crazy today when I found out I got a bad grade on a quiz for one of my toughest classes. I studied hours for the quiz and I felt like it was useless. I'm still going to study and keep up with everything, but I've realized my need for balance. Hold me to it!
Jul 7, 2009
New Wedding Blog
So it's been a week and a day since Desmond and I were engaged. We've already started making plans, so I've decided to create a new blog geared specifically toward wedding plans. I'll still write in this one, but my new one is wedding specific. Here's the link to it: http://dreamingourwedding.blogspot.com
Thanks again to everyone who has supported us in our decision to get married. It's really meant a lot!
Thanks again to everyone who has supported us in our decision to get married. It's really meant a lot!
Jul 1, 2009
Engaged!
Monday, June 29, 2009 Desmond popped the question. The BIG question. For those of you who still don't get it, he asked me to marry him!!!
It all began with this little statement. About a week or two earlier.
Me: Babe, I know we spend a lot of time together, but we haven't been on an actual date in awhile.
Desmond: Okay, let's do something, not this Monday but next Monday--on my day off.
Me: Okay, what do you have in mind?
Desmond: I'll think of something. It'll be a surprise.
Thinking I had initiated this little date, I didn't really suspect him of planning a surprise engagement. And he knows I love surprises, so I thought he was just taking me somewhere fun.
So here's the story.
Monday is here. The day of our surprise date. I am bubbly and excited all day long. Desmond tells me that I must be off work around 5:30 so we can leave his house by 6:30 sharp. I am surprised and mildly impressed that he has the evening planned out so well.
Desmond typically spends most of the days he has off with me. But not today. He is gone "running errands" and "helping his dad." all day. But that's okay. I'm content knowing we will be able to spend the evening together. I occupy myself working on the registration packets I'm designing for Pisgah.
Around 4:00, I get a call from the other dean. She tells me she is running late and that we will have to try to find someone to sub for her. I start panicking. We call several people, but we've no luck. Finally, at nearly five a clock, someone agrees to sub for us.
I get in my car to head to Desmond's house. I call him to tell him I'm on the way. But he tells me to delay about 15 minutes because he's still "working on stuff." Now I'm curious. I stop by Mountain Java (an independent coffee shop--there are few Starbucks here because we're in Asheville, lovers of independent shops) to get a chai.
I arrive at his house exactly 15 minutes later. He comes to the door in his black suit. I finish getting ready. 6:27. I ask him if he's ready to go. He says yes, but as I turn to walk toward the door, he pulls out a blind fold and tells me I have to wear it. I smile and put it on.
He leads me to the car, helps me in, and buckles my seat belt. As we make each turn, I try to imagine down which roads we are driving. I'm not very familiar with the area, so my mind quickly loses track of where we are.
We chat and make small talk. He seems nervous. I become a little more curious--maybe even suspicious. We begin winding around sharp curves. I scream a little. I don't know if it's because his driving actually scares me or because I'm excited. He tells me I can take the blindfold off if I'm getting car sick. I don't. I like surprises too much.
We've been driving nearly 30 minutes and he becomes quiet, almost silent. The car stops. He tells me to keep the blindfold on. He walks around the car, opens my door, and helps me out. He holds my hand tightly as we walk down a path. The path is bumpy and full of rocks and roots. He instructs me on nearly every step forward.
Finally we stop. He lets go of my hand. "You can take your blindfold off now," he says. I slowly push the blind fold up off of my eyes. I gaze at him on one knee in front of me, a beautiful ring held out on in front of him, the gorgeous Blue Ridge mountain range behind him.
"Adrienne Vernon, will you marry me?"
I'm in complete shock. The man I love wants to marry me! I know he knows my answer, but I said it anyway.
"Yes!"
He puts the ring on my finger. We kiss. We hug. I'm engaged! I soak in the surreal moment. A couple along the trail is clapping.
I look to my left and see his mom, dad, and brother walk out of the woods. They videotaped and took pictures of the moment. They had also come to set up our dinner for us. Desmond had ordered manicotti from Apollo Flame. They table they set up was gorgeous. It has a vase of roses on it, candles, and our meal.
Desmond's family hugs us. They take some more pictures, and then they go. It's just me and my fiance. Fiance. I know it will take time for me to get used to saying that. I'm still in shock. I love him so much.
The trail we walked down to get to the perfect spot.
Our lovely dinner and beautiful view.
Putting the ring on my finger.
The ring.
A kiss for my fiance.
Happy.
Getting ready to eat.
Us.
It all began with this little statement. About a week or two earlier.
Me: Babe, I know we spend a lot of time together, but we haven't been on an actual date in awhile.
Desmond: Okay, let's do something, not this Monday but next Monday--on my day off.
Me: Okay, what do you have in mind?
Desmond: I'll think of something. It'll be a surprise.
Thinking I had initiated this little date, I didn't really suspect him of planning a surprise engagement. And he knows I love surprises, so I thought he was just taking me somewhere fun.
So here's the story.
Monday is here. The day of our surprise date. I am bubbly and excited all day long. Desmond tells me that I must be off work around 5:30 so we can leave his house by 6:30 sharp. I am surprised and mildly impressed that he has the evening planned out so well.
Desmond typically spends most of the days he has off with me. But not today. He is gone "running errands" and "helping his dad." all day. But that's okay. I'm content knowing we will be able to spend the evening together. I occupy myself working on the registration packets I'm designing for Pisgah.
Around 4:00, I get a call from the other dean. She tells me she is running late and that we will have to try to find someone to sub for her. I start panicking. We call several people, but we've no luck. Finally, at nearly five a clock, someone agrees to sub for us.
I get in my car to head to Desmond's house. I call him to tell him I'm on the way. But he tells me to delay about 15 minutes because he's still "working on stuff." Now I'm curious. I stop by Mountain Java (an independent coffee shop--there are few Starbucks here because we're in Asheville, lovers of independent shops) to get a chai.
I arrive at his house exactly 15 minutes later. He comes to the door in his black suit. I finish getting ready. 6:27. I ask him if he's ready to go. He says yes, but as I turn to walk toward the door, he pulls out a blind fold and tells me I have to wear it. I smile and put it on.
He leads me to the car, helps me in, and buckles my seat belt. As we make each turn, I try to imagine down which roads we are driving. I'm not very familiar with the area, so my mind quickly loses track of where we are.
We chat and make small talk. He seems nervous. I become a little more curious--maybe even suspicious. We begin winding around sharp curves. I scream a little. I don't know if it's because his driving actually scares me or because I'm excited. He tells me I can take the blindfold off if I'm getting car sick. I don't. I like surprises too much.
We've been driving nearly 30 minutes and he becomes quiet, almost silent. The car stops. He tells me to keep the blindfold on. He walks around the car, opens my door, and helps me out. He holds my hand tightly as we walk down a path. The path is bumpy and full of rocks and roots. He instructs me on nearly every step forward.
Finally we stop. He lets go of my hand. "You can take your blindfold off now," he says. I slowly push the blind fold up off of my eyes. I gaze at him on one knee in front of me, a beautiful ring held out on in front of him, the gorgeous Blue Ridge mountain range behind him.
"Adrienne Vernon, will you marry me?"
I'm in complete shock. The man I love wants to marry me! I know he knows my answer, but I said it anyway.
"Yes!"
He puts the ring on my finger. We kiss. We hug. I'm engaged! I soak in the surreal moment. A couple along the trail is clapping.
I look to my left and see his mom, dad, and brother walk out of the woods. They videotaped and took pictures of the moment. They had also come to set up our dinner for us. Desmond had ordered manicotti from Apollo Flame. They table they set up was gorgeous. It has a vase of roses on it, candles, and our meal.
Desmond's family hugs us. They take some more pictures, and then they go. It's just me and my fiance. Fiance. I know it will take time for me to get used to saying that. I'm still in shock. I love him so much.
The trail we walked down to get to the perfect spot.
Our lovely dinner and beautiful view.
Putting the ring on my finger.
The ring.
A kiss for my fiance.
Happy.
Getting ready to eat.
Us.Apr 22, 2009
Going to NC
Well....it appears that I will be the assistant dean this summer at Pisgah! I'm pretty excited. I'll also be doing a little PR and marketing work. So yeah. Finally getting out of Georgia and gaining more experience. But don't get me wrong. I love Georgia. I just needed something new--to explore something different and try to figure out where God is calling me. I graduate in a year, and I'm still not sure if PR as a career is for me. I do enjoy the work, but I don't know if I'd want that to be my life. It's too early to tell. I don't have much experience. But this summer, hopefully that will change. I'll get some experience with PR outside of the classroom and see what a dean does.
I'll for sure miss my family, but hopefully they'll come up and visit. And I'll be able to come home once or twice, I think. So yes, that's the latest. Let's just hope I can survive all these projects. I keep reminding myself, only 5 days and I can leave!
I'll for sure miss my family, but hopefully they'll come up and visit. And I'll be able to come home once or twice, I think. So yes, that's the latest. Let's just hope I can survive all these projects. I keep reminding myself, only 5 days and I can leave!
Apr 15, 2009
Waiting...
I really dislike waiting. But I'm not really talking about waiting in line or waiting to get out of class. Sometimes that's frustrating, but I can handle that--no big deal.
It's the big things, like waiting to graduate, waiting for that deciding phone call, waiting for test results...things like that. It seems like life is on hold until you get answers to those questions. It's all about waiting for someone or something. And that drives me crazy.
It's the big things, like waiting to graduate, waiting for that deciding phone call, waiting for test results...things like that. It seems like life is on hold until you get answers to those questions. It's all about waiting for someone or something. And that drives me crazy.
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