connecting*the*dots

Happy three-years to Andy and Angela (I can’t believe it’s been that long!) and a very special happy birthday to G’ma Coon who is 102 years-young today! I love you all.

Bonus picture of the happy couple.

What began last week as a last second decision to weekend in North Carolina over the holiday has turned into a week-long venture of auto breakdowns, family crashing and work transitions.

On the way to NC last week, my A/C craps out only two hours into the ten-hour trip. It was 99 degrees on the highway. By the time I made it to my brothers house, I had a sweat streak living across my chest from the strap of the seatbelt. Of course, no one in town was available to fix an A/C until after the 4th, so my truck didn’t become "cool" again until yesterday.

Since my stay became extended, my brother and his wife had the privilage of hosting Angela and I for an extra 5 days. God bless ‘em. They work so hard and have such different schedules, for them to open up their house for even an extra day, well, it’s going way above and beyond. But man, let me tell you, if I ever catch another reality or home/clothes/appearance make-over show again I’ll kill myself. Time consistently passes in that household with reality blasting from the TV.

So with Bobby Brown dancing on the tube, my truck being serviced and over warm bread, hot coffee and Wi-Fi at Paneras, I continued to work on finishing up TheStreet.com project. All of the second iterations of the behavioral annotations are finally complete, with only the CMS interfaces left to knock out. When I get back to NYC on Monday, I’ll put this puppy to bed and begin the discovery work on my next project.

The crazyness of this last week would have thrown me for a loop a few months ago, but in this time of transitions — me moving to Greensboro and beginning a freelance/consulting practice — I’m getting used to the unexpected. And I’m beginning to like it.

Wow. I have a new sister and my mom and dad aren’t responsible.

Andy proposed to his girl, Angela, yesterday on top of Mount Shasta and, after crying for about five minutes, she eeked out a "yes." Angela Coon… her parents love Andy, but I’m sure they wished our last name was different. Haha. Tough luck. C’mon ladies, line up! There’s only one spot left to become a Coon. Um… just kidding. I’m not shopping this season, thanks.

Congrats you two. love ya (awww)