Going home for Easter

I haven't for-real shot anything in a while, which is why my blog has all of the sudden gotten very boring. I'm looking forward to heading home and grabbing a few shots of the nephew, who is always my favorite subject.

Besides, life has been insanely busy. With volunteering with Engage and Club Red, my schedule has been so packed it has been crazy. My boss has let me know that he wants me to rearrange my schedule so that I'm actually getting two days off a week (crazy concept, I know!) so I'm really excited that I can start getting things organized around the house, work on the photography a little more, get my sanity back. Wow-za.

Because this is just too cool not to share...

I got a phone call last week.  This person wanted to talk to me about the Bethlehem Center and volunteering.  Pretty typical day in the Amy life (I get about 1-5 inquiries about volunteering now that the economy's down the crapper).  Well, as we're talking, I find out she's with Delta Zeta sorority.  I respond that I'm a Delta Gamma from USC, but that I had several DZ friends as well.  We compare notes, do the name game, etc...

So, we schedule and appointment, blah blah, and as we're closing up, she admits to me that my name is a little familiar.  She says, "Wait, do you have a blog?"  Why, yes I do.

Scroll down, and the phone call was from Sylvia, who commented on my last blog post.  Since then, she's given me advice about my situation, which I've figured out might need to be removed from the Internets (you obviously never know who's reading).  Such a cool fun time.  She's coming to my birthday party next week.  But we've never met.

On a side note, I went to the gym yesterday (A regular occurance, since I'm trying to drop 15 pounds before summer.  If you follow my Twitter you already know this).  I was meeting up for a guys/girls combo Bible study, so I went to the gym at 4:45 and showered there.  So, I'm standing in the shower, fully clothed, and my arm hits the handle.  Yup.  Full blown shower, while fully clothed.  Luckily, I had another shirt in my bag.  I think it was a sign that my J.Crew button down really WAS too wrinkly to wear!