Apparently I'm a guy.....who knew!
***You Are 90% Boyish and 10% Girlish***
You have a tough exterior - and usually a tough interior to match it.
You're no nonsense, logical, and very assertive.
Sometimes you can't understand women at all, even if you're a woman yourself.
You see things rationally, and don't like to let your emotions get the best of you.
How Boyish or Girlish Are You?
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Why am I not surprised?
Imagine that....I score as something from Joss Whedon's mind....
 | You scored as Serenity (from Firefly). You like to live your own way and do not enjoy when anyone but a friend tries to tell you that you should do different. Now if only the Reavers would quit trying to skin you.
Which sci-fi crew would you best fit in? v1.0 created with QuizFarm.com |
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Just what we needed.....
So we have another dog living with us for the time being. Last weekend, our neighbor knocked on our door thinking our dog had gotten loose. She had with her a sweet young lab/pit bull mix. He looked like one of our neighbor's dogs so we sent her to check with him, giving her one of our dog's leashes to use. She brought the leash back so we figured she found his home.
Nope.
When she couldn't find his home, she decided to let him go hoping he'd find his way back to his home.
Nope again.
As I walked our dog Monday morning, guess who was running through yards making all of the neighborhood dogs incensed. Yep....our buddy from the weekend. I brought him home and put him in a spare crate we had and figured I'd look for his owner when I got home from work. I created flyers and we walked the neighborhood putting them in everyone's mailboxes, but only got one response. Unfortunately, it wasn't "Buddy's" owner. I also placed an ad on Petfinder.com and called the county humane society and dog control. No luck.
Flash forward to Tuesday night. Turtle's away for the evening at school. I come home and open the door to Buddy's crate. He struggles to get his hind end underneath him but finally does and walks stiffly outside to do his business. I keep an eye on him and the more he walks, the looser he seems. I chalk it up to having spent the day on the hard plastic crate floor and put a dog bed in his crate for the night. I wake up Wednesday morning and he can't even get up. He tries, but actually can't.
Oh no. Not good. Crap! I'm home by myself and don't have any more personal days. Shit!
I call Turtle and tell him the situation and ask him to leave work early to take Buddy to the vet. He does and, as it turns out, the poor dog has both Lyme disease AND Ehrlichiosis (the same bug that causes Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever in humans). Fortunately, both are treatable with the same antibiotic and some anti-inflamitories.
We also learned the value of microchipping your pets. Turns out "Buddy" has one and is really "Phoenix". The bad news is that his current owner never registered with the database company. The number in the database belongs to his previous owner who sold him last year and moved to England. His father (whose number is the one in the registry) offered to contact him to find out who he sold Phoenix to.
And that's where we stand today. One hundred plus dollars in the hole for a dog that isn't even ours and whose owner seems to be elusive. It'll be interesting how this whole situation pans out.
'Til next time....
Nope.
When she couldn't find his home, she decided to let him go hoping he'd find his way back to his home.
Nope again.
As I walked our dog Monday morning, guess who was running through yards making all of the neighborhood dogs incensed. Yep....our buddy from the weekend. I brought him home and put him in a spare crate we had and figured I'd look for his owner when I got home from work. I created flyers and we walked the neighborhood putting them in everyone's mailboxes, but only got one response. Unfortunately, it wasn't "Buddy's" owner. I also placed an ad on Petfinder.com and called the county humane society and dog control. No luck.
Flash forward to Tuesday night. Turtle's away for the evening at school. I come home and open the door to Buddy's crate. He struggles to get his hind end underneath him but finally does and walks stiffly outside to do his business. I keep an eye on him and the more he walks, the looser he seems. I chalk it up to having spent the day on the hard plastic crate floor and put a dog bed in his crate for the night. I wake up Wednesday morning and he can't even get up. He tries, but actually can't.
Oh no. Not good. Crap! I'm home by myself and don't have any more personal days. Shit!
I call Turtle and tell him the situation and ask him to leave work early to take Buddy to the vet. He does and, as it turns out, the poor dog has both Lyme disease AND Ehrlichiosis (the same bug that causes Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever in humans). Fortunately, both are treatable with the same antibiotic and some anti-inflamitories.
We also learned the value of microchipping your pets. Turns out "Buddy" has one and is really "Phoenix". The bad news is that his current owner never registered with the database company. The number in the database belongs to his previous owner who sold him last year and moved to England. His father (whose number is the one in the registry) offered to contact him to find out who he sold Phoenix to.
And that's where we stand today. One hundred plus dollars in the hole for a dog that isn't even ours and whose owner seems to be elusive. It'll be interesting how this whole situation pans out.
'Til next time....
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
New doors opening
So many things have happened this year. Bad things. First my foot which is just now beginning to feel "normal" again. Then, this week my tooth decided to die and develop an abscess. I just had a root canal today. They're not as bad as everyone says. Actually, I feel much better now than I did before the surgery.
At any rate, even though all of this bad stuff keeps happening, I'm seeing some doors open too. Currently I'm a computer desktop support technician. That's just a glorified way of saying I'm a computer mechanic....it breaks, I fix it. In the next 10 years, I see the need for people like me decreasing. Operating systems are becoming more stable, hardware is getting more interchangable, and computers are becoming so inexpensive, it will make more sense to just replace the computer instead of paying someone like me to fix it. Of course, a lot of my colleagues disagree with me, but that's where I see my job going.
At the same time, I've never been one to stay in one job more than a few years. I get bored really easily and though the world of computers has changed rapidly enough to keep my interest, I'm feeling that itch to do something else. And I keep being led back to working with horses and dogs.
I was asked this year to head up the horse show for the local fair. I live in a very rural area which has a very small fair and in the past they had a decent horse show. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, the people who did the horse show left and the other livestock people didn't have the time or energy to put into a horse show. So they sold off all of the jumps; tore down the ring and didn't have a horse show for several years. Last year a local stable owner offered to put together a show so her students could participate, but it was too much for her to do it all which is where I came in. A friend of mine at work is the Livestock Superintendent in the fair and she basically guilted me into putting the horse show together. I offered to do it then promply broke my foot in that car accident.
This year's show is going to be really basic, but I'm enjoying it and next year I'm planning to have a much nicer show. I'm going to write a grant proposal to the Maryland Horse Council to see if we can get some money to rebuild the ring and put in good footing. Maybe buy some jumps. I've also been asked to work with an extension agent's two horses and start giving her riding lessons. I'm hoping this will be a springboard to getting back into the horse community. Training, teach and giving clinics would definitely work much better with a family schedule. You can still teach riding lessons when you're pregnant.
With my background in management and computers, I can forsee starting my own business in the equestrian community. At some point, I'd like to create a US Pony Club branch on the lower shore. Not that 4-H isn't a good start, but I just don't see the emphasis on good animal husbandry that I experienced in Pony Club. The other livestock groups might do that, but they just don't have that background in the 4-H horse clubs. I see a need for people to learn how to properly bandage a cut leg and how to handle colic.
Hopefully, I'm really seeing new doors opening and the dawn of a new part of my life.
At any rate, even though all of this bad stuff keeps happening, I'm seeing some doors open too. Currently I'm a computer desktop support technician. That's just a glorified way of saying I'm a computer mechanic....it breaks, I fix it. In the next 10 years, I see the need for people like me decreasing. Operating systems are becoming more stable, hardware is getting more interchangable, and computers are becoming so inexpensive, it will make more sense to just replace the computer instead of paying someone like me to fix it. Of course, a lot of my colleagues disagree with me, but that's where I see my job going.
At the same time, I've never been one to stay in one job more than a few years. I get bored really easily and though the world of computers has changed rapidly enough to keep my interest, I'm feeling that itch to do something else. And I keep being led back to working with horses and dogs.
I was asked this year to head up the horse show for the local fair. I live in a very rural area which has a very small fair and in the past they had a decent horse show. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, the people who did the horse show left and the other livestock people didn't have the time or energy to put into a horse show. So they sold off all of the jumps; tore down the ring and didn't have a horse show for several years. Last year a local stable owner offered to put together a show so her students could participate, but it was too much for her to do it all which is where I came in. A friend of mine at work is the Livestock Superintendent in the fair and she basically guilted me into putting the horse show together. I offered to do it then promply broke my foot in that car accident.
This year's show is going to be really basic, but I'm enjoying it and next year I'm planning to have a much nicer show. I'm going to write a grant proposal to the Maryland Horse Council to see if we can get some money to rebuild the ring and put in good footing. Maybe buy some jumps. I've also been asked to work with an extension agent's two horses and start giving her riding lessons. I'm hoping this will be a springboard to getting back into the horse community. Training, teach and giving clinics would definitely work much better with a family schedule. You can still teach riding lessons when you're pregnant.
With my background in management and computers, I can forsee starting my own business in the equestrian community. At some point, I'd like to create a US Pony Club branch on the lower shore. Not that 4-H isn't a good start, but I just don't see the emphasis on good animal husbandry that I experienced in Pony Club. The other livestock groups might do that, but they just don't have that background in the 4-H horse clubs. I see a need for people to learn how to properly bandage a cut leg and how to handle colic.
Hopefully, I'm really seeing new doors opening and the dawn of a new part of my life.
Friday, April 15, 2005
So many titles....
Apparently, I'm very confused. Over the years, my spiritual beliefs have changed, though one thing was always apparent - I'm definitely not a Christian.
I've taken the Religion Selector quiz several times over the years from www.selectsmart.com, but it always comes up Neo-pagan. But that didn't quite fit. For the last year or two, Unitarian Universalism has felt right, but it's still not perfect. I did a search the other day to learn more about UUs and found a link that took me to a Pantheism site. I'd never heard of that before but, with the exception of the whole "there is no god/supreme life force/being," that sorta fit too. Tonight I took Selectsmart's Non-theistic Philosophies/Religions selector and it said that I'm an Atheistic Pagan.
Hmmm. That's different. Never heard of that one before. Makes sense though. The whole there's a God and a Goddess thing never really did work for me. I just can't go for the whole physical beings in the sky looking down on me thing. That was the same problem I had with Christianity to begin with.
I also took the Which UU are you quiz. Figured it couldn't hurt. According to that I'm Buddhist. Well, I can kinda see that too. The whole less is more, spiritual enlightenment thing I kinda agree with too.
So I guess I'm a UU/Buddhist/Atheistic Pagan/Pantheist. Well, isn't that a mouthful? It's much easier to just say I'm UU when anyone asks though. Like when I had the surgery to put the screws in my foot from that car accident. I wasn't expecting the guy taking down my information to ask my religion. I just blurted out UU. The guy looked at me like I had just made it up. He'd obviously never heard of it. At least he didn't freak from me saying Pagan. That was always annoying. Not to mention it seemed to invite religious zealots to argue with me about my own beliefs.
OK....getting sleepy. Time to sign off now.
-Willow
I've taken the Religion Selector quiz several times over the years from www.selectsmart.com, but it always comes up Neo-pagan. But that didn't quite fit. For the last year or two, Unitarian Universalism has felt right, but it's still not perfect. I did a search the other day to learn more about UUs and found a link that took me to a Pantheism site. I'd never heard of that before but, with the exception of the whole "there is no god/supreme life force/being," that sorta fit too. Tonight I took Selectsmart's Non-theistic Philosophies/Religions selector and it said that I'm an Atheistic Pagan.
Hmmm. That's different. Never heard of that one before. Makes sense though. The whole there's a God and a Goddess thing never really did work for me. I just can't go for the whole physical beings in the sky looking down on me thing. That was the same problem I had with Christianity to begin with.
I also took the Which UU are you quiz. Figured it couldn't hurt. According to that I'm Buddhist. Well, I can kinda see that too. The whole less is more, spiritual enlightenment thing I kinda agree with too.
So I guess I'm a UU/Buddhist/Atheistic Pagan/Pantheist. Well, isn't that a mouthful? It's much easier to just say I'm UU when anyone asks though. Like when I had the surgery to put the screws in my foot from that car accident. I wasn't expecting the guy taking down my information to ask my religion. I just blurted out UU. The guy looked at me like I had just made it up. He'd obviously never heard of it. At least he didn't freak from me saying Pagan. That was always annoying. Not to mention it seemed to invite religious zealots to argue with me about my own beliefs.
OK....getting sleepy. Time to sign off now.
-Willow
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Let the poor woman die in peace
This whole issue of Terri Schaivo makes me sad. I just wish the rest of the country would butt out of the case. She married her husband and when she did, she made the conscious decision to have him as her next-of-kin. That honor no longer belongs to her parents. Right or wrong, her husband should have the final say as to what should be done.
Turtle and I spent Easter last weekend with my parents. I told them in no uncertain terms, that Turtle has the final say over what happens to me if I can't make my own decisions - whether they like his decision or not. They agreed.
That having been said, I'm going to make a living will a priority because I don't want stuff yanked out of me and reinserted repeatedly because people can't let go.
-Willow
Turtle and I spent Easter last weekend with my parents. I told them in no uncertain terms, that Turtle has the final say over what happens to me if I can't make my own decisions - whether they like his decision or not. They agreed.
That having been said, I'm going to make a living will a priority because I don't want stuff yanked out of me and reinserted repeatedly because people can't let go.
-Willow
Friday, March 25, 2005
Ouch! My Foot!
It's been 8 weeks since I've been able to walk. Part of me is pissed and part of me just looks at the good side - I'll be able to walk again at some point. Eight weeks ago a 22-year-old woman wasn't paying attention and tried crossing the highway in front of me. She said she didn't see me. How you miss a big, honkin', red Buick LeSabre boat of a car with the lights on is beyond me. Anyway, she pulled out and I nailed her at about 45 mph. Thankfully, something made me swerve at the last minute and instead of hitting where her young daughter was sitting, I hit her front passenger side door. Her daughter was completely unscathed.
To make a very long story short, I now have two titanium screws holding my foot together. I saw my doctor this week and he said that it's healing well. I get to start walking with my robo-boot (Turtle's term) next week. Then in June, the screws come out.
It still aches most of the time and sometimes it's more like a shooting pain. Now I get to buy a new (used) car to replace the Buick which died.
*SIGH*
To make a very long story short, I now have two titanium screws holding my foot together. I saw my doctor this week and he said that it's healing well. I get to start walking with my robo-boot (Turtle's term) next week. Then in June, the screws come out.
It still aches most of the time and sometimes it's more like a shooting pain. Now I get to buy a new (used) car to replace the Buick which died.
*SIGH*
Friday, June 04, 2004
Ahh...wedded bliss! Not really. I don't know what everyone flips out about. It's not all that different from when we were engaged. We still work together. We still work as a team. The only big difference is my new last name (and first name too, but that's another story).
Just a (not so) little side rant....
Why do people ask newlyweds if they're still happily married? Do they really expect things to fall apart in 2 weeks? When you've been together for 4 1/2 years and living together for 2 years, you're out of that gooey romantic crap phase. It's not like we went into this marriage thing blind. We both knew what we were getting. We've had our share of no-holds-barred, knock-down-drag-out fights, but we got through them. Really, I think that's the bond that holds really good marriages together....the ability to fight and work through it. The ability to say this relationship is worth working for, fighting for, and when necessary, giving in for. We've both been saying that for years so I don't see what a little piece of paper can really add to that.
*Deep breath*
Ok...rant over.
So it's been a little more than a month after the wedding and life is pretty much back to its normal hectic pace. Two of our friends have decided to get married this fall after finding out on our wedding day they were pregnant. My best friend (and matron of honor) found out the day before our wedding she finally conceived (they've been trying for over a year). My hubby's back in grad school making up for the class he missed this spring preparing for the wedding. And that means I'm winding myself back up to take over the household operations and keeping both of our schedules straight.
Ah...married bliss!
Just a (not so) little side rant....
Why do people ask newlyweds if they're still happily married? Do they really expect things to fall apart in 2 weeks? When you've been together for 4 1/2 years and living together for 2 years, you're out of that gooey romantic crap phase. It's not like we went into this marriage thing blind. We both knew what we were getting. We've had our share of no-holds-barred, knock-down-drag-out fights, but we got through them. Really, I think that's the bond that holds really good marriages together....the ability to fight and work through it. The ability to say this relationship is worth working for, fighting for, and when necessary, giving in for. We've both been saying that for years so I don't see what a little piece of paper can really add to that.
*Deep breath*
Ok...rant over.
So it's been a little more than a month after the wedding and life is pretty much back to its normal hectic pace. Two of our friends have decided to get married this fall after finding out on our wedding day they were pregnant. My best friend (and matron of honor) found out the day before our wedding she finally conceived (they've been trying for over a year). My hubby's back in grad school making up for the class he missed this spring preparing for the wedding. And that means I'm winding myself back up to take over the household operations and keeping both of our schedules straight.
Ah...married bliss!
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
The Wedding Saga Continues....
Well, we've picked out our rings, but haven't ordered them. We've picked out the cake but haven't ordered it yet. We've made a verbal agreement with the DJ but haven't had a chance to photocopy the contract and, therefore, haven't set it in stone. Our unity candle hasn't arrived yet. We still can't find a plain white non-scented pillar candle for our reception table centerpiece. I still need to lose some weight to fit comfortably into my wedding dress. All of this and only 38 days to go.
I refuse to panic. I refuse to panic. I refuse to panic.
This has become my mantra. Come hell or high water, on May 1, 2004 we will officially become each other's next of kin. And it can't get here soon enough for me.
I don't handle stress well....actually, that's a bit of an understatement....I don't handle stress period! Major emergencies I can remain calm and focused. Someone or something gets hurt, no problem....I'm on top of it with a level head. But for some reason, I can't deal with the little piddly stuff that makes life annoying. And this wedding is just one huge pile of piddly stuff.
To tell the truth, I couldn't care less if the favors match the exact color of the flowers and the dresses and the sky and the leaves. I couldn't care less if people are offended because we're not getting married in the Catholic Church. I couldn't care less if we get that new stereo system we put on our gift registry. I just don't care. I'm probably the most apathetic bride ever. All I really care about is people finally recognizing the bond that my fiance and I have shared for the last few years. In our minds, we're already husband and wife. I don't see how a piece of signed paper is supposed to suddenly change everything. I'm told it does. That you just feel different about each other. That the world treats you differently. Why? Maybe I'll understand in a few weeks. Maybe we'll be one of the few who just keep going like nothing happened. Who knows?
One thing's for sure. I'm never doing this again.
Well, we've picked out our rings, but haven't ordered them. We've picked out the cake but haven't ordered it yet. We've made a verbal agreement with the DJ but haven't had a chance to photocopy the contract and, therefore, haven't set it in stone. Our unity candle hasn't arrived yet. We still can't find a plain white non-scented pillar candle for our reception table centerpiece. I still need to lose some weight to fit comfortably into my wedding dress. All of this and only 38 days to go.
I refuse to panic. I refuse to panic. I refuse to panic.
This has become my mantra. Come hell or high water, on May 1, 2004 we will officially become each other's next of kin. And it can't get here soon enough for me.
I don't handle stress well....actually, that's a bit of an understatement....I don't handle stress period! Major emergencies I can remain calm and focused. Someone or something gets hurt, no problem....I'm on top of it with a level head. But for some reason, I can't deal with the little piddly stuff that makes life annoying. And this wedding is just one huge pile of piddly stuff.
To tell the truth, I couldn't care less if the favors match the exact color of the flowers and the dresses and the sky and the leaves. I couldn't care less if people are offended because we're not getting married in the Catholic Church. I couldn't care less if we get that new stereo system we put on our gift registry. I just don't care. I'm probably the most apathetic bride ever. All I really care about is people finally recognizing the bond that my fiance and I have shared for the last few years. In our minds, we're already husband and wife. I don't see how a piece of signed paper is supposed to suddenly change everything. I'm told it does. That you just feel different about each other. That the world treats you differently. Why? Maybe I'll understand in a few weeks. Maybe we'll be one of the few who just keep going like nothing happened. Who knows?
One thing's for sure. I'm never doing this again.
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
The Parent Rant
Ok. I've gotta ask....what the hell happens to parents when their little boy or girl decides they've met THE ONE and gets engaged? Do their brains just get sucked into some giant vacuum? And I'm not just talking about my parents or my fiance's parents either.....
Two of my friends recently got engaged (about a week ago). I've known both of them individually for several years. They began dating this past December and though I never would have pictured them together before, I know them well enough to realize they make a great couple. I'm not just looking at them through rose colored glasses either. They have their fights, but they seem to be able to work them out rationally. They're a team and deal with outsiders as a team. Until the parents butted in....
His mom is excited for them. VERY excited. So much so that she has the entire ceremony planned down to the rose trellis (which neither the bride nor groom are fond of). Her parents, on the other hand, initially gave their blessing when the couple approached them about getting married but now -- one week after the engagement happened -- they're saying, "Maybe you should wait. Move in together first and do that for a while before you get married." These are the same parents who, years ago when the bride-to-be made the off-handed remark that she wanted to live with a potential spouse before marrying him, said that living together wasn't the same thing. It was pretending to be married because there was no commitment. HUH???
I'm telling ya....parents just go bonkers when their kids show up with a ring on that left hand.
Take my parents for example. I called them up a few weeks ago to make sure I hadn't forgotten anyone when we drew up our guest list. Instead of adding people to the list, my Dad started cutting people -- his own family members! We're not talking distant cousins I've never met either....he uninvited his great-niece that I grew up with. His reasoning? "She didn't invite you to her wedding." Um Dad, hate to be the one to give you this news flash, but she didn't invite ANYONE to her wedding -- not even her own parents. She got married at the courthouse!
And my Mom....bless her heart....has other issues that I'll talk about in another post at some point. When I called the night I got engaged to tell her, her response was, "Oh, uh-huh? That's nice dear." Gotta admit...wasn't really expecting that one. I thought I'd at least get an, "I'm so happy for you," or a, "Congratulations!" Nope. I might as well have told her I got my fingernails painted. My cousin (who's also my godmother and is really more like a favorite aunt to me) was more excited.
*SIGH*
We won't even go into great detail about my future in-laws. Suffice it to say they've gotten really wacky since I said yes. If my FMIL doesn't attempt to turn our wedding into a political and social ladder climb, I'll be really surprised. For goodness sake, she even invited my fiance's dentist and the dentist's wife to our Jack and Jill shower along with insisting we invite cousins my fiance has never met and could care less about to our wedding. She doesn't even have their addresses!!! This isn't to mention the temper tantrum she threw when we decided we couldn't afford and didn't want to get married in the Caribbean and instead are getting married in my home town.
Some days, I just can't wait for this wedding to be over so we can get on with our lives and our parents can return to normal.
Ok. I've gotta ask....what the hell happens to parents when their little boy or girl decides they've met THE ONE and gets engaged? Do their brains just get sucked into some giant vacuum? And I'm not just talking about my parents or my fiance's parents either.....
Two of my friends recently got engaged (about a week ago). I've known both of them individually for several years. They began dating this past December and though I never would have pictured them together before, I know them well enough to realize they make a great couple. I'm not just looking at them through rose colored glasses either. They have their fights, but they seem to be able to work them out rationally. They're a team and deal with outsiders as a team. Until the parents butted in....
His mom is excited for them. VERY excited. So much so that she has the entire ceremony planned down to the rose trellis (which neither the bride nor groom are fond of). Her parents, on the other hand, initially gave their blessing when the couple approached them about getting married but now -- one week after the engagement happened -- they're saying, "Maybe you should wait. Move in together first and do that for a while before you get married." These are the same parents who, years ago when the bride-to-be made the off-handed remark that she wanted to live with a potential spouse before marrying him, said that living together wasn't the same thing. It was pretending to be married because there was no commitment. HUH???
I'm telling ya....parents just go bonkers when their kids show up with a ring on that left hand.
Take my parents for example. I called them up a few weeks ago to make sure I hadn't forgotten anyone when we drew up our guest list. Instead of adding people to the list, my Dad started cutting people -- his own family members! We're not talking distant cousins I've never met either....he uninvited his great-niece that I grew up with. His reasoning? "She didn't invite you to her wedding." Um Dad, hate to be the one to give you this news flash, but she didn't invite ANYONE to her wedding -- not even her own parents. She got married at the courthouse!
And my Mom....bless her heart....has other issues that I'll talk about in another post at some point. When I called the night I got engaged to tell her, her response was, "Oh, uh-huh? That's nice dear." Gotta admit...wasn't really expecting that one. I thought I'd at least get an, "I'm so happy for you," or a, "Congratulations!" Nope. I might as well have told her I got my fingernails painted. My cousin (who's also my godmother and is really more like a favorite aunt to me) was more excited.
*SIGH*
We won't even go into great detail about my future in-laws. Suffice it to say they've gotten really wacky since I said yes. If my FMIL doesn't attempt to turn our wedding into a political and social ladder climb, I'll be really surprised. For goodness sake, she even invited my fiance's dentist and the dentist's wife to our Jack and Jill shower along with insisting we invite cousins my fiance has never met and could care less about to our wedding. She doesn't even have their addresses!!! This isn't to mention the temper tantrum she threw when we decided we couldn't afford and didn't want to get married in the Caribbean and instead are getting married in my home town.
Some days, I just can't wait for this wedding to be over so we can get on with our lives and our parents can return to normal.
Friday, March 05, 2004
Well, since this is my first post, I'll give you some information about myself. I'm 27, female, work as a computer desktop support technician and I'm engaged to a man I'll refer to as Turtle (obviously that's not his real name). Almost every day, something happens to me or one of my friends or co-workers that makes it seem like I'm living in a soap opera. I like to tell these stories to anyone who'll listen -- not because I like the attention, but because I find them funny. After the last big story, one of my co-workers mentioned that she's been getting a kick out of telling all of her friends about me and my fiance's misadventures. It got me to thinking....why not start my own blog about it.
Now, I'm not gonna tell any of my friends about this site since I'll probably be telling their stories and some of them are intensely private people. Any names I use will be aliases so if any of these stories sound like you....maybe they are.
I'll also tell some stories about things that have happened in the past. You might have to be patient in the next few weeks since we're 8 weeks from our wedding day.
Until I write again....Blessed Be!
Now, I'm not gonna tell any of my friends about this site since I'll probably be telling their stories and some of them are intensely private people. Any names I use will be aliases so if any of these stories sound like you....maybe they are.
I'll also tell some stories about things that have happened in the past. You might have to be patient in the next few weeks since we're 8 weeks from our wedding day.
Until I write again....Blessed Be!
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