Why do brides insist upon having these horrid, drawn out, break-the-bank weddings? I am SO glad that we just did an off the cuff deal instead. The big poofy eye blindingly WHITE dress, the bridesmaids, the best men. Ugh. And let’s not forget the ceremony itself, which is identical each and every time (for just about any religious type ceremony): same words said, same candles, same same same. Then there’s the reception, with the same dances, the same garter/bouquet toss, the same heinous music (Electric Slide, anyone? How about that big hit Macarena?). I know every bridezilla on the planet thinks that THEIR wedding is so special, but lemme tell ya something: if it’s in any way “traditional” then your shit is the same as everyone else’s. That is certainly not for me! And every single bridezilla will tell you “it’s for the family”. Yah, yah. Doesn’t individuality mean anything? Can’t you have a unique wedding and include the family? I don’t get it. My neighbor Emily said “fuck this!” to the traditional crap and took everyone to Jamaica instead! They were married on a cliff overlooking the ocean! Now that’s a cool wedding! I look back on our April Fool’s wedding and I’m very happy that we did it our way, with the Right Reverend Caroline presiding. It was cool and VERY fun – despite my parents showing up! :->

Oh and I know there is a special place in hell for the piece of shit wedding DJs who are compelled to play The Electric Slide and/or Macarena. They are fuckers and they should spend eternity listening to ONLY those 2 songs. What is it with wedding DJs anyway? I think they have some bizarre compulsion to play those songs – whether they are allowed or not. I’ve been to 2 weddings in a row where the bride and groom said “Hell NO! The DJ is forbidden to play those songs!” then we get the lovely experience of hearing them yet again. And WTF is with the assholes that ALWAYS dance to them?? It must be some sort of drunken group experience that Those Who Have No Life™ must perform. Jaysus gawd!!

I tried driving to Heather’s birthday dinner last night. Not a good experience. I freaked out at an intersection. ::sigh:: I just don’t like driving any more, I guess. Oh, well, everyone says it’ll pass. I hope so. But for now, I’ll be happy to let Nick be my chauffeur.

I have to drive to Northlake today and that’s ok. As long as I stay on my usual paths I do all right. For now, I’m gonna get some more done on Oracle. Hopefully they will pay the TWO oustanding invoices they owe this week.

You can never have too many cute kitty pix and here is another of my darling DJ aka Squish!

He’s in the herb garden between the rosemary and the marjoram! What a cutie!

When one closes, another opens. Or many open. I’m sincerely happy to find that my closed door has worked out well for all involved. We’re happier, they are happier, hell, everybody is happier.

I’m still gonna miss my wonderful sadistic guy, but I guess you can’t have your cake and eat it, too. :-/

I also sincerely hope that one day down the road we may run into them and be able to have some fun without the involvement. I just can’t handle the close involvement – too much crazy.

It’s lunchtime and my Moon paperwork is all done. I really should get some shopping done, but I’ll probably put it off until tomorrow. I’m kinda tired and my back is sore from shower wee-ee this morning. Hmm, maybe a big lunch and then a catnap? Puuuurrrrrrfect!

Ugh, the whole driving thing is really not sitting well with me since the wreck. Today is the first day I’ve driven around doing errands and I got spooked twice. When I pulled into the parking garage in Decatur, someone put their car in reverse and the lights made me freak out, complete with pounding heart. Then, as I was sitting in the turn lane on Lawrenceville Hwy going into the mall, a car pulled out in front of a big pickup with a trailer going the other direction and the screeching tires almost made me faint. I was shaking and my heart was pounding like crazy. Bleh. Everyone told me that it’d be this way for a while. I can only imagine what it’s like for people who’ve been in horrible accidents with injuries! Gods, I don’t see how they can be in a car at all!!

Some asshole was behind me at a light in Decatur blowing his horn incessantly because I wouldn’t turn left across oncoming traffic, but there was a huge FedEx truck and I couldn’t see! I’ll be damned if I’m gonna trash the other side of my car for some jerkoff who apparently has no problem turning blindly in front of traffic. Asshole. I flipped him off and screamed at him. It made me feel better because I was fighting mad. Fucking assholes! Not being careful enough about blind spots is what got me in trouble in the first place!! GRRRRR!

I plan to only drive in the middle of the day and avoid the places that I know are tricky. And to avoid getting out of my car and POUNDING the next fucking asshole that blows his horn to make me go when he thinks I should. I’m SO gonna get shot for yelling at the ghetto dwellers around here!