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Name: Lindsey
Birthday: 7/16/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: skydiving, walking in the rain, goofing off, dancing, wearing pretty dresses, being with people, painting, scrapbooking for hours, theater, teddy bears and teddy roosevelt, happy movies, chocolate and graduating
Expertise: living life and enjoying it all. almost all anyway...
Occupation: young adult
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  LindseyLooHoo716
Member Since:
12/18/2003
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| I'm not very god at updating anymore. If I do get around to, I tend to post on blogspot:
prattlingpenguin.blogspot.com
I started using that one just to keep in touch with another friend but have since decided that I like the format a little bit better. I also tend to write differently when I'm on that site and I like that writing better. Not sure why though. The point is, I seem to be taking a break from Xanga. We don't have interent at our place and when I come to the office, I'm not usually able to mess around posting things. Maybe some other time when things settle into routine. For now though, I'm working on making my apartment into a home, switching all of our things to Indiana and finding a job. I like it. I love it actually. I love being in our own place and making our own decisions. Even better, we're in our own place surrounded by people we really love. All of us in the same spot for another year. We're just missing a couple of them.
So that's that. I've already proven myself to be slacker around here but it looks like that trend is going to continue. 
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| I feel like I've been gone from here forever. Some silly part of me
actually thought I would be able to update during MasterWorks much more
frequently.
Right
Another silly part of me thought I
would be able to jot a few notes out here before the wedding. You know,
just some small thoughts on my last days as a single woman and all that
it would mean.
Right
I even thought I might do some updating on the honeymoon.
Right
So
here I am. It's been weeks since I last posted. So much has happened.
My life has completely changed!! I am a married woman. I have a husband
(I like him a lot!). I have packed up all of my earthly belongings into
bags and boxes and left the majority of that in a pile at the Cooke
Homestead. I sit at a friends computer in Wisconsin and realize that I
am currently wandering with no home to go to.
It's an amazing
feeling actually. We have no ties to anywhere. Money will become a
problem at some point but we could travel for quite some time and be
ok. I think I like it this way. Especially since we have two more stops
to make along the way. Friends are getting married this Saturday and
then we'll head to Washington DC to visit family. I'm really looking
forward to that part of the trip. It's been quite awhile since I've
been there and I love that city. There's so much to do!
And now to fill in a few details of the past months.................
MasterWorks
was one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had and certainly the
hardest to date. Most days were very difficult and I went through
several crying jags. Mostly, I felt sorry for Nate. He had never seen
me like that and was the one to take the brunt of nearly all of my
emotions. Boy were they all over the place. It was not unusal to go
from euphorically happy to clinically depressed in the space of a
minute. By all accounts though, the Festival was a success. People were
constantly commenting on how well things were going. I always knew how
badly something had actually gone but it was nice to hear otherwise. We
presented a good face - I could never ask for a better crew. They are
the reason I made it to my wedding.
The reason I made it through
the wedding itself was - the amazing Sarah!!! Nate's sister saved our
lives. I was doing well with the details and things were pulling
together. The puzzle was basically falling together and I liked what I
saw. Honestly, I could barely believe how calm I was about things.
Stressed, yes. But somehow ................ calm. I have no idea how
that was working. It's a good thing we had Sarah though. She sent us
the longest to-do list I have ever laid eyes on with details we just
hadn't thought of. Nate and I worked on it a bit and sent it back. She
proceeded to show up at the Homestead with an even longer edition of
that list! I didn't think it possible. That list made the weekend
happen. The "important" people had folders and written out duties, the
kids ran around like crazy helping us, and everyone that set foot in
the house was more than willing to voluteer another pair of hands. I
saw Uncle Mike pulling roses apart for after the reception.
I
think that was the most amazing part of the whole experience. Those
people were there for us. They wanted to be there. They wanted to
celebrate with us.
They loved us. They still do.
No
matter how many times we stepped on their hearts over the years, they
still came. Family and friends both. Even looking back on it all, I can
still barely grasp it. They came to the rehearsal, the dinner, the
whole ceremony and reception. They truly wanted to be there.
I
looked over the crowd at the rehearsal dinner at one point and noticed
the groups of people that were mingled together. Granted, they were
sitting in little clumps with those that they knew but we had so many
different parts of our lives in one room - MasterWorks, two families,
school, old friends and a pastor. It's almost a joke. I doubt those
lives will ever collide quite like that ever again. I never would have
suspected that we had impacted that many lives.
The ceremony and
reception were ever stranger with the amount of different people there.
I noticed the MasterWorks people and Geneva people had chosen tables
directly next to each other. Very strange!
That day was so
wonderful. The house of girls started getting ready at 7:30. With the
amount of people we had there, we had to start showers that early. For
all that we had to do, it was fairly leisurely. We popped in a movie
(Saved - hehe), had some brunch, did hair and makeup and got dressed.
The dressing part was almost a problem as we started running out of
time then. But we all finished up and piled into cars only 20 minutes
after we wanted to originally. We took some pictures at Harbison Chapel
at Grove City College. It was absolutely beautiful - I can't wait to
see what Caryn captured.
Then off to the church to wait. I had a
lot of fun sneaking in even though it turned out that I didn't need to.
It seemed like a long wait especially since I wasn't upstairs helping.
That may have been the strangest part. I wasn't managing a thing,
someone else was. The biggest day of my life so far and I wasn't in
charge. I'd say that's a good thing!
Very suddenly, it was time
to go. And it was really time to go. We got to the top of the stairs
and Stephanie had to start walking. There was no time for quick fixes.
My brothers pulled the runner down, closed the door and I got into
place. It was perfectly timed - I used a song from "Pride and
Prejudice" and the doors opened right on the swell. I actually did
direct that. And then I was all but pulling my father down the aisle. I
hope it looked ok. I didn't look anywhere else but Nathanael and I was
smiling so big, I could barely see him. Silly squinty eyes.
The
whole thing took 45 minutes but it went so fast. It seemed like only a
few minutes before the music came on again and I was once again running
down the aisle. I almost tripped that time. As I got to the back of the
church, I realized I was shaking - not thinking well, not seeing very
well and smiling enough to break my face.
A few pictures at the
church, a few more at Harbison, the quickest four hour reception and a
blur of faces later, we were leaving. We ran through a shower (a few
downpours) of rose petals and then we were on the road. Our car was
decorated with glass chalk, some pop cans and a length of plaid
material. The sun was setting, it rained a bit and it was all perfect.
We drove away as man and wife. That was all that mattered anyway. And
it had happened.
So here I sit. A tiny computer in a friends
appartment, miles away from my home state. An open window to let in
beautifully cool breezes. An evening of fun exploring ahead of us. And
a husband only a few inches away. A husband. Perfect.
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| Musical Housing: Round Two .......... begin!!!!!!! As of today, I will be shutting down my boxy cubicle for the last time and heading back to PA for a couple of weeks. Unpack a bit, repack a bit and then head back out here again. Whee!!!!!! 
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