Well, that went a HECK of a lot better (though longer) then I had planned. I actually came out of the wedding having a nice time. Which is always a good thing. My mom was feeling good and was able to get up and dance (her disease ususally prevents anything physical like that) and I even got up and did the Twist with her. *lol* It was totally silly. My sister had a nice time and my mom's mother. My Love hung in there even though he wasn't feeling good, he was a great sport. The wedding itself was nice - pretty short and simple, without any of the annoyingly preachy sermons you so often get at weddings (it was at a non-denominational Christian chuch so they're a bit more open and liberal and less fire/brimstone/damnation) - and the reception was done up quite lovely in a nearby hotel. She looked simply beautiful, seemed truly happy and, for the first time (to me as I rarely see her), finally seemed to have "grown up." For so many years she was such a troublesome child refusing to ever just grow up but tonight, she really seemed like a fun-loving but adult version of herself. I was glad to see her dad so happy too. He really tried for so many years and it all seemed for nothing at the time, but tonight, she finally showed some of the potential she always had so violently opposed as a teenager. I was really happy for both her and her dad because they both seemed like they were really, honestly happy tonight and that's always a nice thing to see.
Just got home and changed and I'm going to veg a bit, but I wanted to say how glad I was that things went so smoothly and that everyone had a nice time. It was a nice wedding and a fun reception and I'm glad everyone was able to have a nice night.
Today we have my mom's husband's daughter's wedding to attend. (yeah, technically that makes her my "step-sister" but please don't call her that.) I never liked her when my mom decided to move in with him a year after her divorce. She was in and out of JD, mental health services (for her destructive behavior), had pregnancy scare at 15 with a guy who was more then twice her age...etc. etc. etc. And I used to always get yelled at for the most asinine things as I was in Honors classes in High School, on the Honor Roll, working two part-time jobs and all that related because my bedroom was messy or something stupid. Who cares if my room is messy, I'm not out drinking, doing drugs and sleeping with 35 year olds, leave me alone! *shrugs* I hated that she got away with doing everything utterly wrong, never getting in trouble for it, but damned if I forgot to empty out the bathroom trash. Puh-lease.
So....flash forward like eight years and here we are. I really haven't seen her more then an hour total in the six-odd years since I moved out. She never shows up to holidays or family events and, eh, doesn't really phase me either way. My mom says she's grown up quite a bit and that she's leveled out, but you know, being the worst kind of white trash has to leave it's imprints on you. Though I've gotten along better with my mom's husband the last few years - he's mellowed out a bit too - and he really wanted my sister and I to be there as "family" for the event. I agreed because I kinda felt like it was the least I could do for my mom and him.
Though we don't have a lot of cash on hand and we had to run out and get them something yesterday. (Note I've never even met her husband-to-be yet, though I know his name from the invitation. *lol*) I also didn't have anything to wear so we ran over to Marshells and got them a neat clock and me a shirt (that I didn't have time to try on as it was late) that I only kinda like because it makes me look totally fat. (And seeing how I know I'm not fat, it just means the shirt is uber baggy and badly cut, making me seem really wide). So....gift is done, but I'm still not sure what I'm wearing and, well, the wedding's in about three hours. I really hate weddings.
So that's that. And I'm off to go shower and get ready and hopefully I can figure out something to wear to this thing. ttfn
If laziness was packaged, I'd be the giant, 32-gallon-of-mayo-from-sam's-club, "family size" today. *nods* Yup. And I'd say more but...eh...then I might have to turn in my laziness card.
Whew...well, I got behind and after spending a couple hours formatting photos and such, I'm ready for a really freakin' huge entry to catch up. :)
New Photos! Ok, so I had a birthday party at the local park with my family the day before my birthday. The park is quite lovely and I took a lot of photos which I've narrowed down to the following gallery. Some is me and my family, some is the pretty scenery: Birthday In the Park
Then, the day after my birthday, I went with my friend Rand and my Love to Busch Gardens and I took a ton of animal pictures there as well. This is pretty much all animals and scenery (some really cute pics though): Birthday Trip to Busch Gardens
Funny Photos I had taken the following two pics about a month ago, but just never got around to uploading them. So, here's my two funny photos just because:
click for larger image this person has a chimney sweep service with legs coming out of their roof! The oddest thing I thought is that if you look closely, you can see under the legs, there's a 9/11 tribute. Seems a little...almost wrong doesn't it?
Good News! My friend Rand is buying his very first house! Go Rand! I got a chance to see the inside the other day on the home inspection and it looks great. (He just needs to paint the sea-foam green wall that the elderly couple have made the sitting room color. *lol*) Everything's coming along smashing with inspection and everything, so this summer, he'll be in his very own home! Congrats! click for larger image
The Boob Tube Well, I for one was sad to see Buffy end. And not only did it end, the last episode was only an hour like normal (come on, even lame-ass "Dawson's Creek" got two hours!) but it was a crappy ending. They're standing around saying, "Uh, now what?" and credits. Grr. Lame, lame and more lame. Totally didn't do the series any credit whatsoever. I know a lot of people never got past the cheesy title or premise, but their loss; it really was a good show. I'm sad it's over and even sadder it went out with such a dull ending. Oh well...
Life, In a Nutshell Been doing ok. Had another really bad migraine the other night that sent me off to lay down at like 10:30pm with a Migraine Ice on my head. (Very strongly recommended for those who also get migraines and find cold treatments help. Unlike normal ice which stops feeling cold after 30 seconds, these stay just-at-the-edge-of-being-too-cold for a good hour or two).
Today marks one month since I had to put Kush-ka to sleep and I miss him as much as ever. I was crying the other day as I uploaded the pictures off my digital camera. The last photos I took of him from April 22nd are still on the memory card as I just can't bring myself to delete them. (They're on my pc already, but I just don't want to remove them from the camera because I get so sad thinking I'll never be able to take another photo of him). There's something symbolic I guess about removing the photos that I'm just not ready for yet. Sounds so stupid I think, but I miss him and I'm tearing up just thinking about him being gone. It's strange, it both feels like he's been gone for years at the same time it feels like he's been gone for hours.
Mika's been keeping me on my toes however. She's a crazy girl. So very different then Kush in so many ways, but still a sweetheart. She's wild where he was calm and hyper where he was sedate. She nips at my legs all the time (oh, she's such a biter!) and last night slept on the bed curled up at my feet. She's a good kitty, it's just so strange sometimes because she's just such her own little person.
Well, I think that's it for now. I know there was more I was going to talk about, but I've already been sitting here at the pc for the last couple hours getting the photos all done and such and my neck's starting to get realy sore. Need to get up and roam about somewhere else for a bit I think. Maybe I'll go check my mail and drop the latest items I'm sending out for postcardx in the box. I look forward to my mail these days since px is an active site and I generally get something nice at least once or twice a week. :)
Friday my Love and I went out to The Melting Pot for dinner. Oh gods, it was so yummy. He even had balloons waiting on the table for me.
Saturday my friend Rand, my Love and I went to Busch Gardens. Spent a couple hours milling about but it was so damned hot we didn't stay too terribly long. (It's ok, we got the pass so we can come back for a year for 1 1/2 day's cost of admission)
Today (Sunday) we went and saw Matrix: Reloaded. Afterwards, Rand's parents took my Love and I, Rand, and Karii out to eat at Cheesecake Factory. It was great as well and I really enjoyed the movie. The reviews in the group were mixed - mainly the displeasure was with the lack of true ending to the story - but I felt that it's perfectly acceptable when you have a span of books or films to have the middle one be the middle of the story (and therefore, not have a "true" ending by the very definition).
I am so beat though and I've unfortunatly been feeling really just out of it for the better part of the afternoon. I finally got my trackball to work - though damn it was a pain in the ass (when it shouldn't have been) and required me to reboot and be sans mouse for a good half-hour as damned Windows tried to configure it. Windows has detected a new device No shit, Sherlock.
My Love and I picked up some tail light bulbs to replace the ones that were out on the car and we got some of them in (the ones on the upper part, right under the spoiler), but we couldn't get the passanger-side brake lights replaced because you actually have to take it to the dealership to have them do it. How assy is that? The dealership for fucking brakelights? Come ON already, that's just shit. Lights are always "standard maintence" and warrenties and such aren't going to cover it (not that we have one, our warrenty expired a year or so ago now) and it's illegal to have them out, so you actually have to pay them (and exhorbant fee I'm sure) just to change a damned light bulb? Every other light in the car you can change, but even the manual flat-out states you have to take it in. We were like the hell we do until we started taking off lining panels in the trunk only to find multiple screws and behind-the-metal-frame bolts that need to be removed and no way short of crawling in the actual trunk and having the customized plyers to fit in a 3inch hole to remove the metal casing for the lights can it be done. And therefore, after about 45 minutes of discovering this all and looking up the manual to double check, we're screwed. See, the problem is that there's a nationwide campaign right now to get people to buckle their seatbelts. But, in the state of Florida, they can't pull you over for just that - they need something else. So they're stopping people for every little, teeny, tiny thing they can. This would include tail lights. And, since my registration expired on Friday, May 16th (my birthday) and since we don't currently have insurance on the car (mandatory), to be stopped for a tail light would end up being a criminal offense. Ugh. So fuck Ford dammit. They're going to get us in trouble where normally, we'd have until the end of the month to get the registration without a whole hell of a lot of worry. (Hell, the tail lights have been out for probably 6 months now - mind you, it's just one side - and we've not been pulled over once)
So....busy, busy weekend. Tired. Whew. Annoyed at Ford. And logging out for now.
