I finally broke down and put a post on craigslist for a roommate. I received an email back from a girl I emailed a few days ago. So far it looks promising! It will probably be a good thing she seems very low key and her boyfriend is a marine so he won't be around every night or anything. Here's hoping!
Erin Devlin
This message was sent from my BlackBerry device.
ive been too busy with summer and with no school and with work. boo. also busy with my new beau, jonathan. hes great. anyways,
Untangling some neon orange yarn.
Practice at 7:30PM. Fat Baby after that.
Saturday is the Lazy Susan show.
Free Santogold show the day after.
I let Max cut my hair yesterday.
2. Church: I have a funny relationship with churches. Since I was raised a Jehovah's Witness the inside of different churches is absolutely alien to me. Whenever I find myself in one, I can feel the teeny part of me say "I am not supposed to be here" I feel like I am breaking the rules. Speaking of breaking the rules in church I accidentally dropped the F bomb inside of that holy house. I was not struck by lightening, I think God allowed me that because I am physically in between the feuding mother and daughter. God understood I was tense. Thanks God. ;-) You know, just in case God reads my blog.
3. the Girl: she was so hyper and sassy yesterday. It hurts my head to watch her this way. Funny enough, her mother was acting the same way. sigh.... head hurts more
5. Denise: She was originally going to just be a fly on the wall and snap shots of the weeding but after the other gal decided to up the price, she became the head photographer. I am happily letting her take over. This woman has more neergy than I think I have ever had. seriously! Ha! She fit in well with the rest of the group, she did not even flinch when shown a photo on SIL's phone of her own boobs. Yes, SIL keeps a photo in her phone of her own rack. and shows people. It is a huge family joke, she never wears a bra. NEVER..... and she wears thin tank tops. I will stop now.
7. The Boys side: This is what I will see on Saturday. I will look over at Mr. Lavender lovingly and hear vows similar to the ones we made to each other 11 years ago to the day. Saturday is not only the wedding, but Our wedding anniversary as well. People find this strange, like I should be offended or something. I just hope that the 19th is a lucky date, and it continues to be lucky for the new couple as well as it has worked for us. Mr. Lavender looks so cute in his vintage western shirt.
8. Practice Run: The happy couple. If he looks at her like this and shows any sign of emotion, I am going to cry. A Lot. I am washing 7 vintage hankies for all us gals so we can wipe away our tears.
9. Remember to not lock my knees! I am nearvous about standing so long in those high heels. I am afraid I am going to fall or faint. If I do, this is what I will see above me. The Ceiling.
11. The Bar: The wedding party then went to a bar for drinks. There were shots and beer and girly foofy drinks. I had water. I do not drink, it never settles well. The music was so loud and it was top 40 type rap. I have not been at a "club" that plays this kind of music since the running man was still okay to do on the dance floor. There was also Kareoke, I spelled that wrong I just know it. Here is Mr. Lavender showing his appreciation for the singer on the stage behind him. There was also another gal who sang, she was an obvious smoker since age two. Also her pants were SOOOOO tight that is smoothed out her camel toe and made her belly button look like a butt crack about 6 inches long. Something tells me that just because you can zip (I am baffled at how this happened) a size 3 pant, does not mean you should wear said size 3 pant. She seriously had to wrestle those on, had to take hours to do! still quite baffled.
13. The night ended with a hug from Mr. L to the new BIL. Good Times!
It's been almost 2 weeks since we brought Cookie home. There have been some adjustments, but she is a really good kitten. The first night was rough. I put her in my bathroom thinking a small room with her toys, litter box, food and water would be the best place for her, but it didn't work out that way. She cried and cried and I ended up spending part of the night lying on a quilt on the ceramic tile floor with Cookie trying to get as close to me as she possibly could. We kept her in our room for the next couple of days so that she could get used to being in a new place. She decided very quickly that she liked the idea of being a spoiled house cat. It wasn't long before she was jumping in bed with us or sleeping in my lap when I was on the couch. On Wednesday, I opened the bedroom door so she could explore the house, and a few minutes after I opened it, she came wandering out, looking around. She ran all over the place and climbed and sniffed everything she saw. She and Bart have had some very noisy encounters. He hisses and growls at her every time he sees her. Yesterday Bart discovered her food and was helping himself and she walked up and saw him at her food bowl and she fuzzed up. I think she was getting ready to hiss and growl at him, but then he turned around and she thought better of it.
An actual conversation:
Me: "So when I was in Nam, it was really difficult to get meat for hamburgers. So you know what we ate instead?"
Bean: "What?"
Me: "Dirty hamsters."
Bean: "Isn't that still meat?"
Me: "No. Actually it's more like a fish."
Bean: "A fish?"
Me: "And technically, it still is a HAMburger."
Me: "..... Get it? ..... a HAMburger!"
Me: *Laughs at self for 25 minutes*
What is the biggest lie you've told?
Submitted by lazywong.
That I am over him.
What is the biggest lie you've told?
Submitted by lazywong.
well well well. I simply cannot remember all the lies I have told. A part of me feels bad about that and the fun part of me feels like that is just part of being a human (telling lots of lies). I have told several small lies...to get out of work early and whatever...but a BIG one? wow...probably a classic - telling someone you love them when you don't love them any more. Ouch. I've done it. Recently I told a woman I was asexual when she was hitting on me. It worked.
One of the most fun lies I can remember is when I was pretty young (17 maybe?) and being really dumb and got myself into a situation in an alley in San Francisco with scary people and I tried to charm my way out by asking the scariest dude when his birthday is...so he says January something and I say "WOW! that's my birthday, too" I figured if we could bond in some way he wouldn't kill me. He was giving me the high five and talking about being a Capricorn and it really worked. I gave him pats on the back and laughed at how cool that was to have the same b-day....then got the hell out of there!