My boss emailed me a link she found on a forum today: http://notalwaysright.com. It’s totally hilarious, especially since she (someone who is completely un-funny) sent it to me.
My dryer crapped out on me on Monday. Repair guy came, said it was the motor, and will be back tomorrow to fix it and take $360 (WTF). I now have two loads of wet clothes moldering in the washer. Awesome.
We have put down a deposit for the location and the photographer and chosen most of the menu for the wedding.. progress! Unfortunately I still have no idea what I’m going to wear and am stumped on the design of the wedding site. How hard can it be? VERY, FREAKING HARD.
The Chop is working late again tonight, so the dog is currently sitting at the door, making sad, whiny pitiful sounds. Where is Daddy? Why isn’t he here? I DON’T LIKE YOU AS MUCH AS HIM. The feeling is mutual goob.
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I woke up this morning to the lovely sound of chainsaws… and it continued until 2PM. Granted they also brought in a backhoe and a tree grinder (chopper? thing they crush shit in?), so really it was a wondrous cacophony of noise that I got to work with today. And yes, it was as crappy as it sounds.
We’ve been back over a week now—I still wish I was there, the Chop just wishes he wasn’t going in to work, lol. We had discussed (for the past several months) eloping in Ireland—getting it out of the way in a gorgeous country. Why not, right? Sadly my mom is dead set on having an actual wedding, and between her normal level of craziness and the menopause, I had to give in. Sigh.
I’ve finally come out of the sheer mountain of work that awaited me when I got home—for more fun I caught some sort of nasty cold on the flight—and now I’m back to wedding plans and work. No fun.
We slept in this morning (thereby missing the tour to Newgrange) and instead bummed around Dublin. We visited the Book of Kells at Trinity College, did some shopping and sat on a bench in the park, which is really the only way to end a vacation.
The best part of the evening was enjoying the live music at Oliver St. John Gogarty’s—and being highly entertained by the (possibly high) businessmen doing a very weird booty dance. We left when dreadlock boy in front of us decided to take off his jacket and nearly bowled us over with the BO. I shit you not, it was potent.
It’s almost midnight and we just got in—I’m drinking tea and Chop is having his nightly whiskey. We’ve become old farts, lol.
If you’re looking for incredibly BBQ and you’re in New England, head up to northern Maine and you’ll find the most amazing pit BBQ stand in the country run by a transplanted southerner.
The Chop wants to move here solely for the food, LOL.
Yesterday my cat Ellie decided to kamikaze off the banister at the top of the stairwell. She fell with a shirt that was on the railing, and managed to twist her front leg. She was limping and her leg looked odd, so off we rushed to the vet. After waiting 30 minutes, and a 30 minute exam where she cried, hissed and struggled, the vet determined that she has a bad sprain. She determined that I am a bad mommy and should be avoided at all costs. Dandy.
I brought her back home, packed in a flurry, didn’t finish half the work I was planning too and left the house an hour behind.
We’re in Maine this weekend, checking out the venue, meeting a caterer and the photographer and hoping to solidify most of the plans for the wedding. We’ll see how well that goes, lol.
Earlier today we celebrated Chop’s birthday by going to a Celtics game. It’s now become his default gift: floor seats to one game and I go with him. 😛 It’s surprisingly fun, although today KG was out so that was a bummer. I did, however, get nailed in the head by a shirt thrown from one of the “get pumped up” people. Chop was too busy saving his beer to save my head (so mean) and I was too busy protecting my shoes from getting covered in soda (the teenagers next to us were thisclose to knocking over their drinks on my feet while jumping for the shirts).
And now we just finished watching the Super Bowl.
It’s totally been his day.
I did get really awesome sushi though, so to each his own.
Whenever anyone asks me about the wedding, the question of gifts always comes up. And inevitably I end up defending my decision to not ask for gifts. I will not be registering for anything and we’re going to list charities people can donate too if they feel so compelled… but that’s never a good enough answer.
Don’t you want wedding china or silver? Are you kidding? I’m a klutz and I break everything.. plus, there is no way I’m going to polish silver. Ever. No chance.
Everyone wants something, you can ask for anything! We buy what we need/want and we’ve both lived on our own for years. I have every kitchen appliance known to man and I’ve been given almost all the dishes that I need.
What are you going to do when people insist? Send them the list of charities to donate too or graciously accept cash and use it for the honeymoon.
I’ve been in and too a few weddings, and each one cost me a lot of money. If you’re in it, you buy the dress, matching shoes, get your hair done, plus you still owe presents. And then there’s the getting there (flight), car rental, hotel, etc.
We’re already having the wedding in a remote location, so everyone who comes is going to shell out a lot of money to get there, and we just want them to have fun and relax and party with us. That’s gift enough.
This, my standard response, is never good enough. And I don’t get it. We don’t need anything, and people are already spending money on us by coming… why are gifts such a big deal?
It snowed twice this weekend, which means we have ice, covered by loads of snow, and temperatures that will most likely stay below freezing for the rest of the week. In other words, it’s fucking cold out and the dog and I are not pleased.
Yesterday the Chop and I took Regina on a long snowy walk. Sadly I don’t believe I can do it by myself, because a) I’m clumsy on ice and having a dog pull me down a hill sounds like a million bones breaking and b) there is a house/farm with six (yes SIX, wtf are they making in there?!) German Shepherds who a few weeks ago jumped their rock wall and menaced us in the street (I almost fell over and died—fortunately Porkchop just kept moving).
So we’re watching Anne of Green Gables on DVD.
😀 Exciting stuff, yes?
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