Hello little blog! I know it looks like I've forgotten you, but I swear I haven't. The past two weeks have been such a whirlwind that I just haven't had the time (or the internet connection) to sit down and write. I'll hit the rewind button [insert the whirr of a tape here] and go back to two weeks ago when my mom and I hopped in the car for a little road trip. This year my grandparents celebrated their 60th anniversary - d'awwww - so per their request, five rooms were rented out at the Anna Maria Island Resort for a little fam jam togetherness. By a great stroke of luck, all the cousins were able to make it at some point during the weekend. Which, with all of us spread out along the southeast and two with military obligations, is no small feat. Poor Anna Maria Island was soon overrun by the crazy Butler clan but a good time was had by all. Plus with hundred degree weather, an afternoon by the pool was exactly what my ghastly pale self needed to get back to a shade that won't blind people. 

Unfortunately, my family love fest did not last for long. Saturday morning I awoke at the crack of dawn to head back to Atlanta. My little white Honda and sorority Recruitment lay at the other end of my flight. Once I located my car (my dad and brother had left her at Hartsfield the day before) I cranked the engine and jumped on to 85 South - Auburn bound. Rolling in around noon, I made it just in time to hear earsplitting screams of What Makes You Beautiful crashing out from the Alpha Chi Omega chapter room. Oh Rush. Thus began one of the most unpleasant weeks of the year. It always amuses me that Rush  and Shark Week overlap - the worst and best week of the whole year. Now, let me explain my reasoning behind believing Rush to be the pits. Imagine forcing around two hundred girls into one room for hours on end - entire days even. Throw in having to be completely made up, screaming pop songs as loud as humanly possible, and having the same conversation anywhere from four to seventeen times a day. Oh, and after those conversations having to decide whether a practically complete stranger would make a good addition to your sorority. For a week straight. Needless to say, this estrogen ocean tends to bring out the very worst in people. It quickly becomes a girl eat girl situation... kind of similar to Shark Week actually. But at the end of the stress inducing, sleep deprived week our hard efforts are rewarded with sixty new, Baby Pearls. And let me tell you, seeing those girls run, screaming up to our chapter room makes all the catty spats and lingering injuries disappear. Because those girls are so, so, so worth the work. 

In the midst of this srat (like frat, but with sorority) fest, myself and my three roommates began moving into our brand new apartment. eek! So for the past few days we've been in a frenzy of decorating. I could describe it but I think a picture would do better justice: 

** okay, never mind on the pictures. my computer is being kind of a butt monkey. I swear I'll post them as soon as I get a better internet connection!** 

My final piece of the hectic mess that is my life was the beginning of my job in the College of Ed.'s Office of Development. In between catching up on sleep and hastily nailing things into the wall I've been reporting to the Haley Center every day. We're currently gearing up for the big COE Scholarship Ceremony so there's much to be done! 

That about gets me caught up. Classes start tomorrow which, in my book, officially makes me a college junior. yikes!