where does the time go?

This week has been busy busy busy. Kind of.

Last weekend when Jesse and I went to GTC to get autographs from former Tigers players we went to lunch first in Mt. Clemens. The last time we went to GTC we found this little restaurant that had good food AND taught us to pray. This is a picture of the front of the menu.


And then there was this little street fair going on with lots of vendors and carnival rides. We didn't end up riding any rides or doing any shopping. We mostly walked around looking for an ATM. Didn't find one. But we did find this...

Perhaps I need to move to Mr. Clemens?

Monday afternoon I went to the Lansing area to meet with the reception hall place where Jesse and I will have our wedding reception. It was a nice place! My parents had found it and had booked it without me seeing it just because I'm lazy and they knew I'd never get around to it. Oh. I already told the skunk story.

Skip to Tuesday.

Tuesday was so much fun! Joanna and her kids met my family and I at the Michigan Historical Center. The museum is in the same building as the state library where my dad used to work so I had been there before but it was a loooong time ago. I was a little worried that it would be boring and the kids would want to leave after 10 minutes but I worried for nothing! We all had a blast and were there for an hour and a half!

Here are some photos...

Perfect for a group of pacifists!


Me doing a historical pole dance. The best part was trying to get the kids to leave the room so we could take funny photos. The dude pole dancer was better than me. Hey. He got a ladder!


What kind of museum is this??


After lunch I totally invited myself along on Joanna's trip to the Capitol with the kids. This is the dome.

skunk watch 2006.

Skunk. Not skank. I am at my parents' house tonight. My mom, niece and nephew went over to my brother's and sister-in-law's new house to visit for a while. My dad didn't go with us because he had to go to a planning commission meeting or something. I was here last week and my parents told me that for the first time since they have lived in this house (about a bzillion years) they have a skunk problem. There is a family of skunks that hangs out in their yard every night. Yuck. Well, tonight we got home and opened the garage door and saw a skunk that had been stuck in the garage run under the work bench. I said "SHIT! Oops. Sorry Paige. Sorry Ian." Ian, who is 8 years old, said, "It's okay. I don't mind." I parked the car in the driveway and the only way in to the house was through the garage. So I ran in through the garage door and through the house and opened the front door so they could escape from the car into the house. Then we weren't sure where the skunk was. So I grabbed a flashlight and found the stupid skunk. It was still under the work bench. Then we had to stand at the door and watch until the skunk left so we knew it was safe to close the garage door. We were pretty sure my dad would come home in the middle of all of this and mess up our plan and probably get sprayed. Silly dad. The skunk finally left so my mom closed the garage door. The car was still in the driveway and she noticed she had left the dome light on. Couldn't go turn it off because the skunk decided to hang out in front of the house for a while. Right in front of the door. It finally moved so I got the flashlight again to see if we could make it to the car to move it in. Just as I saw it running toward me my dad came driving down the road and up the driveway. Well, because the skunk was running toward me, my mom and I both screamed and ran inside and slammed the front door. Luckily my dad saw the skunk and parked at the end of the driveway. And when my mom and I screamed, the skunk turned and ran the other way.

Whew.

The cars are safe in the garage now. I'm safe inside. Nobody got sprayed.

I wonder if it is safe to go outside and have a cigarette.

Wish me luck.

world's worst.

I used to think I knew the world's worst social worker. She was a woman in one of my social work classes. I just found out that I was wrong. I am the world's worst social worker. There is this show on A&E called Intervention and it's basically about family and friends doing interventions for alcoholic and other drug addicted loved ones. It is what my old coworker Brenda would call a "hot mess." And I am watching it. And it is awful and so intrusive and unethical. And I am still watching it. I think the National Association of Social Workers that I just joined as an MSW student is at my door. They want to kick me out. Perhaps I can get a refund for my membership dues?

joke's on me.

I called the police. They didn't care.

angry.

We went to Gibraltar Trade Center today to get autographs from Mickey Lolich and Dick McAuliffe. As you know, I always get a Polaroid of myself and the signer and then have them sign it. It has never been a problem before and one time I actually bought two tickets and they said I didn't have to buy one just to have them sign a Polaroid. So Mickey was first today and we got a baseball autographed, I got my photo taken with him and I asked him to sign it. No problem. When we got up there for Dick I asked the GTC man if Mr. McAuliffe was cool with getting his picture taken too. He said yes but I couldn't have him sign it unless I bought another ticket and that I was sneaky with Mickey's. I told him I have never had a problem before and that even Sparky Anderson signed one with no problems. He just shrugged. And I wanted to punch him. So now I have a Polaroid of me and Dick McAuliffe but it isn't autographed. I hate that GTC man.

We just got home and as we turned down our street there were two garbage dumpsters in the street. I drove by them and there were two cars parked so they were blocking the street. Apparently the businesses at the end of the street had decided to have an impromtu street party and weren't letting any cars in. Well how the hell am I supposed to get home? I drove up on the curb and down the alley and back up the street. Now I am going to go call the police and tell on them. I'm in just that kind of mood.

bad day.

I hate myself for hearing that stupid bad day song in my head as I wrote the title for this post. Someone should probably titty punch me right now.

This morning I had to go to more orientation fun. It was just as ridiculous as yesterday's waste of time. I did get to watch a safety video by this guy. I can't tell you what it was about because I was completely and totally mesmerized by his mustache. It was amazing! And the video was made in the 80s so I also found the hairstyles to be quite fun. This afternoon I had to go to a library orientation. Luckily it was in a computer lab so I watched the ESPN Gamecast thing of the Tigers vs. White Sox game. Stupid Tigers. It took a lot of control to not throw the computer on the floor and stomp on it.

The past couple days have been really difficult for me because a good friend of mine managed to walk out of a psychiatric hospital on Monday and we don't know where she is. Today I got word that she was in Detroit a couple days ago so I spent a couple hours driving around looking for her. I don't know that she is still in Detroit. I don't know how she got here from Lansing. I do know that she has no identification, no money and only the clothing she is wearing. I am having a hard time getting anything done since my mind keeps going back to her. If you pray, please pray for her safe return. It's a mean ol' world out there and even though she is one of the most intelligent women I know, she is sick and I am terrified that something really really bad will happen to her, if it hasn't already.

back to reality.

I spent much of today at grad school orientation. Boy. What a bunch of fun that was. Can you see the sarcasm dripping from everywhere it is possible to drip from? I completely understand that new students need to have some kind of introduction to the program. I don't understand why the things they decided to introduce us to were the kinds of things that they should have screened for in admitting us to the program. If I don't know that it is important to write a good paper with proper grammar then maybe I shouldn't have been accepted in the first place. Oh. Maybe someone found my blog and could see that my grammar sucks ass and they decided to punish everyone.

It's all my fault.

The best part is I have to go back to be punished some more tomorrow. I wonder if anyone would notice if I had a bloody mary in my Nalgene bottle... Perhaps it is time to go flask shopping?

School starts soon. Guess it is time to get out of my no-job-summer mode. Bummer.

i know nothing.

But I have opinions about everything. And because this is my blog, I will share my opinions with you.

When I was at the Jack earlier I ran into a mom with two kids several times as I searched for the Boboli. One of the kids (a boy) looked to be about 6 or 7 years old and the other (a girl) looked about 4 or 5. They were running around all crazy and screaming and chasing each other. That was annoying on its own. But what really bugged the crap out of me was the girl had a pacifier in her mouth the whole time. So many thoughts were running through my head.
Things like:

• School starts in a couple weeks and she is going to get the ever-loving crap beat out of her
• Daddy must be an orthodontist without enough patients to practice on
• Blow job queen
• Wouldn't a thumb be less embarrassing?
  
• Dirty
• She is going to be so beautiful on her wedding day. I hope they can find a bridal pacifier for her
  
• If she screams and gets in my way one more time I will ram that thing down her throat

At one point I heard the mom ask the little girl to go get the Easy Mac. The kid took the pacifier out of her mouth long enough to say "okay" as she ran down the aisle and picked out the correct box from the shelf. If a child is old enough to grocery shop, s/he is too old to have a pacifier.

i hate today.

Insomnia set in big time last night and I was not able to fall asleep until 5:30 this morning. It wasn't such a big deal since I didn't have to get up for anything this morning. I think I set my alarm for 10AM sometime after Jesse left but I don't really remember doing it. I remember hitting snooze a lot. And then at 11AM the doorbell rang. I decided to not answer it because I sleep in the nude and jumping up to put clothes on and running downstairs to find the UPS or Fedex guy has already taken off just didn't sound like fun. So I laid there and pretended to not hear it. And then it rang again. And again. And just as I was considering getting up there was pounding on the front door. Oh shit! It must be someone that is in trouble or something. UPS/Fedex are just not that tenacious!! So I quickly pulled on some shorts and a sweatshirt and ran downstairs. I opened the door and the kid across the street, Jamaal, was walking back to his house. When he heard me open the door he turned and came back and said, "Can we borrow your lawn mower?" Um. Can I kick you in the balls you little asshole? His dad was standing on their porch and yelled, "Oh did we wake you up?" I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't see anything. My hair was probably all matted to my head. The shorts I pulled on are at least 2 sizes too big so I was holding on to them because I didn't take the time to put on any underwear since I thought there was an emergency at my front door. "Yes. Um. I'm not feeling well." was my reply. It was the nicest thing I could come up with. Everything else started out with the 'f' word and that just isn't the way to make nice with the neighbors. So I met Jamaal in the back yard and dragged the lawn mower out with one hand since the other hand was still making sure my shorts stayed up.

I took a shower and went to the grocery store. We decided to have Boboli pizza for dinner tonight. I just haven't felt like eating lately so really haven't felt like cooking! I walked up every aisle in the Jack TWICE before I found the stupid Boboli. But everything is okay. Because there. Across the crowded grocery store. Our eyes locked. That's right. Major Peters Bloody Mary Mix. For sale. At the Jack. *sigh* All is right with the world again.

this and that.

Not much has been going on this week.

Last weekend we went to Chicago to see the Tigs play the White Sox. It was an unfortunate game, and an unfortunate weekend for the Tigs. As you probably know, they got swept by the White Sox. The game we saw especially sucked because Contreras pitched an amazing game for the Sox. It was some of the best pitching I have ever seen and I kind of wanted to vomit. The good news is it was Elvis night at the park!

And in even better news, cousinseth really enjoys corndogs.


The rest of the weekend was spent recovering from the night of extensive beer drinking that occurred after the game.

I had a couple meetings for my field placement this week. I think it will be an interesting place to do my internship. We'll see.

Friday night we went to the Rangers vs. Tigs game. Tigs lost but it was nice to be back at Comerica. After the game we met some people at the Comet Bar for some cheap beer and karaoke. It ended up being a really big group of people from all different areas of life. Most of them were from the Second City cult but Julie and I survived anyway. I haven't even looked at the photos I took yet. I'm sure there are some gems and I'll post them when I get around to it.

Right now I'm watching the Tigs blow another big lead to the Rangers. So frustrating!

i'm too sexy.

I always wanted Joel and Zach to sing the Right Said Fred song, I'm Too Sexy, during my wedding. Zach didn't come to Vegas. Oh wait. Was he invited? Anyway, and Elvis was the only one to sing during the wedding. This little performance was at the karaoke bar much later that night...

las vegas ... day 3 ... wedding day

After two nights of 4 hours of sleep I was planning on sleeping in until the wedding ... or at least until my hair appointment. Neither happened. We woke up early again. It must have been anxiety or excitement or something because it sure as hell wasn't because I had gotten enough sleep! I took a lovely bath with the lovely bath salts provided by the hotel. We ordered a huge room service breakfast which was free since we complained about it taking them 45 minutes to check us in to the hotel. This is what a $60 breakfast looks like.

It doesn't look so yummy anymore. Jesse got the Japanese breakfast which involves food that I believe should be eaten for lunch. Or dinner. But never breakfast. I, on the other hand, ordered the very yummy Western omelette which involves food that should be eaten for every breakfast.

I laid around the room trying to nap for a while and Jesse went to wander the hotel. He is so tricky. He came back with a present! And a really really sweet card that made me cry.

I met my mom and my sister at the hair salon to get an updo. This is what it looked like.

I stole that photo from Joanna. Geez, I hope that's okay! I didn't take very many photos that day. Anyway, who knew that my hair could do such girly things!

After the hair appointment my mom, sister and I had a lovely lunch together. It was so nice to just chill with my family. Then they ditched me to go back to their hotel room to get ready. I went back to the room to start to get ready. I wanted to get an early start since the best man, Chris, and Elke would be getting ready in our room. Their hotel was far away and it was just easier for them to get ready at our room instead of traveling in their wedding attire. Jesse was hanging out with his family after he had a massage at the spa.

I don't remember the rest of the day.

Wait. I remember Joel and Amanda coming and hanging out in our room while we got ready. It was really cool to have them there! Amanda even ironed Jesse's shirt for him.

Chris and Elke got there and changed into their less comfortable clothes. Jesse and I headed down to the hotel lobby to smoke a quick cigarette before the limo got there.

We all got in the limo. The driver made me get in last. Something about the bride shouldn't have to slide across the seat in her wedding dress. But what about when the bride gets really motion sick in the back seat of a car? Yeah. It is even worse in the back seat of a long ass limo. Luckily it was a short drive.

We pulled up to the chapel and I saw all these faces that I knew. Why were they standing outside in the Vegas heat? Were they insane? Yes. And they were waiting for us to get there. And instead of getting to say hi to people we were rushed in the chapel to sign shit and run through the ceremony real quick. And I barely had time to pee before it was time to walk down the aisle. And then Elvis was there. And a not-so-attractive hula girl. And then I had to stand there and say some shit and get a ring put on my finger and put a ring on Jesse's finger and then kiss him and then walk down the aisle at the wrong time and then watch everyone dance and then go back and then have Elvis tell us to walk down the aisle. And then I had to have some dude in the back say that Jesse and I were really married and my dad gave him some cash and then Jesse and I kissed again. And then we had to go have photos taken with Elvis and hula girl and other people. And then back in the limo and headed to MGM Grand for dinner.

I didn't take Ritalin because sometimes it makes me feel funky and I didn't want to feel funky for the wedding. Yeah. I should have taken it. I was so overwhelmed and all over the place. Yikes!

We all ate at the buffet and it was really fun. It was more about hanging out and talking to people than eating. There were people there that I haven't ever met before, people that I haven't seen in a long time, and just wonderful family and friends that I would want to see anywhere!

After dinner some of us headed over to the Tropicana for drunken debauchery. We ended up at a karaoke bar. Hmm. Imagine that. Joel and "Zach" (Seth) did a wonderful rendition of I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred. Jesse got pimped into singing the Jenny Jenny song by Joel and Adam (I think). Adam and Chrissy sang Keep Your Hands to Yourself by Georgia Satellites. It was a good time to be had by all. Lots of vodka and tonic. Lots.

We gambled for a little bit and I headed to bed. Oh what a fun wedding day!!

let's go tigers!!

Cousin Sethy and Girl Erin got tickets to see the Tigers play the White Sox at Comiskey... oh excuse me, US CellularField, and they invited us to join them! So we head to Chicago this afternoon for tonight's game. I can't wait!! I've never been to Comiskey before!

Sometime this weekend I hope to finish the Vegas posts. See you soon!

solving the bigger world problems. or not.

I returned home with a bag full of groceries to make chili for dinner (yes, I know it is summer but my husband requested it!). As I was getting out of my car I waved to the neighbor boys sitting on the porch across the street. They were deep in conversation and acknowledged my presence with a faint nod. I set the groceries and Tumi bag on my porch so I could drag the dumpster from the street back to the house. When I got to the other side of the street and was about to take hold of the dumpster, I heard Jamaal say, "Miss Jenny will know." Jamaal is 9 or 10 and I think his friend is a little bit younger. The boys came up to me and said they had a question. I was expecting a question about the meaning of life or why Detroit is in the shambles it is in. I look just that smart, you know. I could not, however, have imagined the question that was asked of me.

Jamaal: Don't you think a black Hummer3 is better than a yellow one?
Other little boy: No, no Miss Jenny. The yellow ones are better.
Me: *blank stare*
Jamaal: You know, H3's? The black ones. They're better. Right?
Me: *blank stare but having to say something* Well.... do you mean that bright yellow, like a school bus? (the kid probably thinks I'm retarded because who has ever seen a pastel yellow H3?)
Other little boy: Yeah! The bright ones!
Me: Well, I kind of like the black ones but you know, they are harder to keep clean in the winter because of all the salt on the road.
Jamaal and Other little boy: *blank stares*
Jamaal to Other little boy: See, I told you the black ones are better.
Me: *walks away feeling old and married and totally out of touch with the youth of today but proud of myself for not lecturing them about not worrying about which color but how the urban assault vehicles are destroying the planet*

Guess they will think again about asking me to resolve their next dispute.

in case you didn't know.

A couple days before our wedding a friend came to me and told me she thought Jesse and I shouldn't get married. This was an awful experience for me. It was awful because it was the last thing I wanted to hear and it was awful because I knew my friend didn't mean it. I knew her words meant that her mental illness was back in full force and we were in Vegas and I couldn't help her the way she needed me to because I had a wedding and a new marriage to focus on. But what I want to share with you is that if you hear about someone telling the bride-to-be she shouldn't get married, please don't call the newlywed to laugh about what happened. I know you might not know about the mental illness aspect of the situation but I think it would have been even less funny if craziness hadn't been a factor!! Should you call to laugh about what happened, the newlywed will be horrified and hurt that you think the situation was funny. And then she will blog about you.

las vegas ... day 2

Friday morning I wanted to sleep in more than anything in the world. Is that too much to ask? Apparently. I woke up at 8 or something equally as stupid. Of course I couldn't get back to sleep. I had visions of slot machines and showgirls running through my head! We got up and decided to find our way to get our marriage license.

The new Department of Justice building where we got our license is by the Fremont area. After we filled out our forms with the little pencils you get at Ikea or at a miniature golf place and paid our $55 and got our marriage license we went to find Chris and Elke. They flew in the night before and we weren't able to hook up with them. We found them!


We all headed back to Jesse and my hotel to drop off some stuff and then head out to meet Joel and Amanda. Pete Rose signs autographs at the Forum Shops at Caesars Palace. We had decided we would go and get an autograph. We knew we would have to pay but had no idea how much. I expected $50 or so. I mean, it's not like he is a hall-of-fame candidate! Unfortunately, Mr. Rose charges $70 for an autograph. They said he would write whatever you wanted for that $70. Um. No. I got a polaroid taken of me looking pissed with Pete in the background. It's very funny.

We wandered around the shops for a while and stopped to get some cocktails. I called Joanna and they were over at the Venetian so we decided to head over there to see what those crazy kids were up to. Of course we had to make a stop along the way.

Aren't they cute?

The Venetian was really cool. Lots to do and see! We walked around for a while then sat in the sports area to watch the Tigers game. While we were there Jesse got a call from his dad. Their flight to Vegas from Washington, DC had been cancelled due to a really big storm. They ended up getting a room in DC and didn't make it to Vegas. We were really bummed that they couldn't make it but were grateful that they were safe and sound!


Jesse and I decided to go back to the hotel to relax for a while before meeting up with people again. It took us forever to get back to our room and then Jesse was dealing with the airline and hotels to try to get refunds on his dad's trip. So much for relaxing! We ended up getting dinner at 10PM. His friend, Justin, arrived in Vegas so he met us at our hotel. We wanted to meet Joel and Amanda and Erica and Fitz but just weren't sure what was going on. By the time we finally decided to go with Justin to check in to his hotel and meet Joel and Amanda there too, Erica and Fitz had ridden a bus for 45 minutes to get to our hotel only to get there right as we were leaving in a cab. I felt awful! I am the worst friend ever!! We went to Justin's hotel and tried to catch the bikini bull riding show but didn't end up getting there in time. So not only did I piss off my friends, I missed the freaking bikini bull riding show! Oh the night wasn't going well. From Justin's hotel we went to the Stardust to gamble for a while but I didn't end up winning anything. Since I didn't get much sleep the night before, I was ready to go around 2. Or was it 3? On our way back to our hotel our cab got rear-ended. It was really a pretty light tap but definitely hard enough to be able to feel it. Luckily we were a half block from the hotel and ended up just walking the rest of the way. It was just a messed up end to a messed up night.

Lucky for me, Erica and Fitz were very nice the next day when I called to apologize and beg forgiveness. Whew!!

I was looking forward to getting a good night of sleep because I was getting married the next day!

las vegas ... day 1

Jesse and I were supposed to fly out of Detroit at 12:40PM on Thursday. Didn't quite work out that way. Our flight was delayed for 2 hours. Luckily we didn't have to wait on the plane! The wait wasn't all that bad except I was super anxious to get to Vegas since my parents and my sister were already there! Joanna was probably bummed our flight was delayed because I kept calling her to bug her!

When we got to Vegas we caught a cab to our hotel, the lovely Mandalay Bay. Here is the view from our room on the 12th floor. The pools looked absolutely beautiful! I couldn't wait to get my suit on and go for a swim. Yes, that would have been nice, wouldn't it?


We were super hungry since we hadn't eaten since breakfast and by the time we got to Vegas it was 6PM EST. We called my parents and my sister and they came to our hotel so we could all go to dinner. Somehow we found Joel and Amanda. And then we heard from Joanna! She and John, Erica and Paul had made it to Vegas and came to our hotel to have dinner with us too. Our group kept growing and next thing we knew there were 13 of us! What an awesome way to begin our time in Vegas. We ended up eating at the buffet at Mandalay Bay. It was so yummy and a beautiful restaurant.

After dinner we went to the Shark Reef with Wendy, Joanna, John, Erica and Fitz. It was really cool. I thought it would be fun but it way exceeded my expecations! There was a big jelly fish tank!

And I pretty much love any place that has a giant statue with a giant crotch for me to grope! I am clearly the happiest bride-to-be in Vegas at this very moment!

I have a couple photos of others who were also very happy to be in the close vicinity of this giant crotch but I do not have permission to post those photos. What do you say Erica? Jesse?

After the Shark Reef our personal tour guide (my awesome sister, Wendy) suggested we go for a walk down the strip to see something... a volcano at Mirage or something at Treasure Island? I don't remember. Before I go on about our trek down the strip, I have to mention the heat. Everyone says that dry heat is different. That it isn't all that bad. They were right about the different part. Wrong on the "not all that bad" part. It was a bzillion degrees at 11PM that night. When it is 110 degrees F it doesn't matter if it is -100% humidity. It is still really uncomfortable. Really. Anyway, we took the long way to get to the strip because our tour guide must have misplaced her map. Dammit, Joanna, I knew we should have invited Ernie! Did I mention it was really hot? We stopped a couple times along the way to cool off and buy water to suck down. We ended up stopping at the Bellagio to see the fountain show. Again, I expected it to be cool because I saw Ocean's Eleven. Didn't expect it to be so damn beautiful! I took video of it but don't know how to post it. I'll try to figure that out someday. But here is a not very good still photo. Joanna's photos were much better!


Jesse and I were tired so we decided to head back to Mandalay Bay. Wendy continued her Vegas tour without us. We stopped by Excalibur on the way back for a photo shoot.


When we got back to the hotel we ended up having cocktails with Joel and Amanda. We were completely exhausted but it was the perfect way to wind down the crazy day. The lounge we drank at had a cover band playing all the classic cover band tunes. The band played 867-5309/Jenny by good ol' Tommy Tutone. Always a special song for me. I told Amanda it would be funny if the next song they played was Jesse's Girl. And oh, it was very funny when the next song they played was Jesse's Girl. Apparently my fiance had decided to put a request in.

We finally headed back to our room at 2:30 or 3 or something ridiculous like that. The hallway to our room seemed to go on forever.

taking a break.

I am cleaning the house like a mad woman because I have a bunch of family members coming to visit tonight. Tomorrow is our family reunion and we are attending a pre-family reunion Tigers game tonight. Hopefully it will be as fun as last year! Actually, it will most likely be more fun because more people are coming! My brother and sister-in-law are coming to see our house for the first time and I want to make sure it is sparkling clean for them!!

Jesse got my computer back up and running. He is my hero!!

When I get more time I will write more about Vegas.

Back to cleaning...

quasimodo.

Last night Jesse and I finally looked online at the photos taken at the chapel. I look all hunched over in all of them! I have awful posture!! That, and white makes me look like a big fat cow. I think I was actually trying to keep the straps on my dress up but damn, I just look awkward and big. Moo.

proof.

We got married!

Thanks for the photo Joanna! I hope it's okay that I posted it here!!



Wow. My fingers are crooked.

it's a problem.

I realized that Jesse and I buy too much junk while on vacation when we were packing for this trip. I opened a book and found two stickers that we bought while at the Pirate Dinner Adventure thing in Florida in March. We didn't know we had these stickers which is a shame because they both say, "Surrender the Booty" with skull and cross bones (is that one word??). We really need to stop buying stupid shit. And if we do buy stupid shit, we need to keep better track of it! Now we just need to figure out what to do with the stickers. I'm sure we had a plan for them when we purchased them. Yeah. Sure we did.

the farmer and the dell.

Really I don't have anything to say about a farmer. Just something about a Dell. And how pissed I am that the stupid thing still doesn't work even though my HUSBAND has spent numerous hours working on it. I want to post photos and funny stories from Vegas but I can't because I don't know how to access the server from my HUSBAND'S computer!! And I could post funny stories but they really would be better with photos so I will wait. Patiently. Well, maybe not really patiently. But since I have nothing to add to fixing my computer, I will pretend I am waiting patiently. I am smart enough to know that if I get impatient my HUSBAND will kick my ass because he works all day at a computer and doesn't have to come home and work for several more hours on my computer. Well, he wouldn't really kick my ass because he isn't that kind of HUSBAND and we don't have that kind of relationship. But I really shouldn't take advantage of that fact and will indeed wait patiently. Not even pretending. For real. I love him that much.

Isn't it strange that I have a HUSBAND?? Yikes!!

When my computer is fixed we will hopefully have time to check out our wedding photos online. I hear they are "nice," which probably means, "a hoot." And I'm always up for a good laugh.

carlos guillen.

Holy shit!! Carlos Guillen just hit a double to complete the cycle!! Woo hoooooo!!!! I love this team!!

home sweet home...

It is so good to be home! We had a great time in Vegas but I was ready to get back to the D. I have lots to write about but will wait until my computer is working. Jesse has been working on it for a few hours and it still isn't working. What a pain in the ass!

Being married has been great so far. Can't really tell you what is different except I'm trying to get used to wearing another ring on my finger!