I wanted to post an entry yesterday but Dreamhost seemed to be having some problems, because WordPress complained of being unable to reach the database. Never a good sign, but things seem to be back to normal today. I’m at Jessica’s house and we’ve been driving around fields all day, hauling drinks to everybody that’s working in tobacco. We worked in it ourselves for an hour or so, helping to hang it in their barn. Dirty work, especially when there are these disgusting tobacco worms crawling around.

Let’s see, a rundown of the past few days:

Tuesday
Ugh, back to work from the long weekend. However, Ashlee, Brent, Bentley, and I went to a UK Dance Club lesson and learned the basics for the foxtrot, the waltz, and swing. Ashlee and I were surprisingly the only girls; the guys outnumbered us! Jessica will be able to come next week, and I think we’re going to make this a tradition, at least us girls will. It’s $25 for the full year, which is dead cheap compared to one of the dance studios in Lexington that we tried. Ha, it was funny seeing Brent and Bentley dance together, which was necessary as there weren’t enough of us females. I was the dance instructor’s guinea pig any time he needed to demonstrate how the girl should do something, but that was fine because he was this cute little old man.

Wednesday
Mine and Todd’s 6-month anniversary. Check out the ring he got me! Photo 1 and photo 2.

Thursday
I had an interview with a possible future employer. One of the professors at UK needs some web development done, and my boss from Site Lab recommended me when he asked her, which is always nice. I think the interview went well, but it made me realize that I need to get my butt in gear and make a portfolio site that houses at least screenshots of all the work I’ve done online. I should hear within a few days if I got the position.

Friday
Ashlee and I hung out, thinking we’d just spend the evening by ourselves at Todd’s place, watching Project Runway on his big TV, but then the guys joined us. It was fun, though, because she brought along her Eskimo Spitz Ari, who is an insane but adorable fuzzball of a dog. The guys, and myself, enjoyed taunting her by slapping their thighs or giving high-fives; when something is hit around Ari, she goes nutso, barking like mad. It’s pretty funny to see. So the lot of us (Brent, Todd, me, Ashlee, Todd[1], Greg, and Chris) watched TV and just hung out in Todd’s living room until about 1 a.m., when Ashlee and I went home to get some sleep.

today
I got up around 9 a.m. and headed to Jessica’s house. We made a run to town for canning jars for her grandmother, chicken for us and for all the tobacco folks, and turkey for sandwiches later. When we got back to her grandmother’s, we ate lunch and then I helped break beans because I missed doing it. That’s kinda wild, since I never wanted to break beans or shuck corn when I was growing up, but now it was enjoyable. We just sat around talking for a while and her grandmother kept trying to feed us, which is what grandmothers just do, I guess. Not that I mind. However, after we’d finished our chicken meals, she asked us if we wanted anything more. I figured she’d offer cookies or something for dessert, but no, she was all, “Want a porkchop?” …What? That’s just so random. And the dang porkchop kept coming back in conversation, too. When we were eating tomatoes later, for example, I wanted salt, which turned out to be on the stove. “Were you using it to can?” I asked. “No, I was using it…” She paused to think. “On those porkchops earlier!”