, on December 29th, 2008 
This is a save the date notice for December 25th, 2011. On Xmas day in 2-oh-eleven there will be a tasty treat championship challenge. Peanut butter balls will be made and eaten, judged and rated, and enjoyed and digested. There will be 3 rounds (to be decided later) and each will be judged on creativity, visual appeal, and taste. The judges will be Tysen, Riley, and Arcadia. The contestants will be Sara, Kathryn, and Amelia. An audience is requested, location is to be decided. Oh, it is on!
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I just had an idea for a little game. It involves cacti attacking each other on a hexagonal game board. The cacti would be supported by different types of succlents on their team, Jades would give healing bonuses. To see if it were feasible to get little figurines for my game, forget figuring out how to play the game, I did a Google search for “cactus figurines”. The first link offers to sell these dirty little pots. How very odd…
Yipee! She is such a great baby! She has started to smile and be much more interactive when awake. She is also sleeping 3-4 hours at a time at night, which is nice. Here’s a picture of her shortly before she fell asleep.
Of course, now that Arcadia is 6 weeks old, it means that I’m capable of returning to work. Today, my short term disability benefits from the state ran out. Now starts my real FMLA leave, where I’m unpaid unless I use annual leave or I actually work. So starting next week I will be working a few days, either from home or the office, in order to keep the paychecks coming. On days when I’m in the office, Tysen will be staying home with Arcadia so he too can enjoy some time off from work. Apparently what I described a little over 3 years ago is called depersonalization, at least according to my self diagnosis. It was mentioned in the book I am reading, A Mind of Its Own by Cordelia Fine.
Immaturity has stealthily entered my thoughts at least three times today so I thought I’d share. I am going to attempt at making some clever and potentially quotable sentences about immaturity. Let me know if I haven’t unknowingly plagiarized somebody else’s ideas. Immaturity is anything you’ve done or said but are only thinking about now. Being immature is forgivable as long as you’ve documented your actions with photographs or video, especially when done artistically. You are the most accurate detector of your own maturity, but only in retrospect. Ideas 1 and 3 are similar, they follow the train of thought I took this afternoon. The highlight of my intellectual commute was that nearly everything I’ve done, when recalled, has a degree of immaturity. Don’t get immaturity mixed up with juvenile. An immature action is one you wouldn’t necessarily take as a mature individual. A juvenile action is an action a teenager would take. I suppose my point is that I am more mature now than I was 5 minutes ago and I am way more mature than I was 5 years ago. I don’t think I’ll stop doing things I consider immature, it just that they’ll be different from things I’ve already done. I’d explore this further but a snorty baby needs to be de-boogered. If X is a computer program then you should check out my software recomendations. You might find what you are looking for! Good News! Wednesday evening, Riley asked me to marry him and of course I said yes! Wednesday morning, Riley drove up to Woodstock, a 25 minute drive north of Atlanta to pick up my ring from Linda Crow, a private jeweler and friend of the family. After a successful trip, Riley went to meet up with my father to ask for his permission to ask me to marry him. After an eventful morning, he returned to Atlanta and waited for me to get done with class for the day. That night back in Kennesaw where my mother lives, Riley and I went to dinner at Zaxby’s (haha). When we got back to the house we were getting out of the car and Riley said that he needed to talk to me. He said, “Amelia, we’ve been dating for a while, and we have some big decisions to make, and I just wanted to let you know where I stand…will you… (pulls out a box)… wear my (fraternity) pin?” I’m a little taken back but of course I say yes. Apparently, Riley had planned to propose soon after this, but as always my house was a zoo with all of my brother and sister’s friends. At some point I went up to my room and saw a scrapbook laying on my desk and asked Riley what it was and he said that he didn’t know so I ignored it. Later, I was getting ready to go to sleep because Thanksgiving was the next day, Riley told me that I really should open the scrapbook. I told him that I couldn’t (I had caught on and was slightly freaking out) and asked him if he could open it for me instead. Inside was this (courtesy of Kathryn!):
As I’m staring at this, Riley gets down on one knee and says “Amelia Christine Randall, will you marry me?” I’m very excited, but I’m able to say yes right away and he opens the box and I see my beautiful ring.
Yay!! Needless to say, Riley and I are incredibly excited and I can’t wait to become part of the family!
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