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Welcome! My name is Mrs.G and I started this blog so people could share in my mis-adventures in wedding planning. I married my southern gentleman on September 6th, 2009. Throughout our courtship I became enamored with everything southern and desperately want to become a steel magnolia.
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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

It's called my personal space

I have an issue with personal space. I have mine you have yours and unless I invite you don't bother coming in to my personal space without going Ninja on you. So one day last week while sitting in class, I was minding my own business when this lady, who barley speaks English sits down beside me. I have my book bag on my desk and the teacher has moved to the front of the class and is going to start lecture. Before he starts, Russian lady ( I say that because that is what it sounds like she speaks, and I don't know her real name) gets her things out and proceeds to start to shove my book bag with her folder, with this look of pure disgust on her face. In a millisecond I grab my book bag and she mumbles something like "Sorry" and then sets up camp not 12 inches from me. So close to me that I couldn't even get my notebook out and take notes because there was now no room on my desk.

Yeah can you say Freak out. I can.. and I did.

I mean I had to lean back in my chair to get this picture that is how close she was to me.


  1. You should have gone all Chuck Norris on her. She would not invade your space again.

  2. I agree. A swift roundhouse kick to the face always gets the job done.