I was very tired last night and fell asleep at around 9:00. It’s 3:30 am now and I just woke up because I dreamed that I was throwing up– and I was almost throwing up! So I was choking! I almost died like Jimi Hendrix! Only I didn’t have any heroin or anything. Now I’m sitting up waiting for the gross feeling to abate.

Yesterday’s wedding news: My dress (which finally got here the other day! Yay Customs for not keeping it!) and I were taken to a tailor’s, where they are as we speak (maybe not RIGHT NOW, maybe they’re sleeping right now) sewing hooks or something onto the train so that I can actually walk around in the thing after the ceremony. After that, there was alot of shopping for things I don’t remember.

Today I am hoping to take The Day Off from wedding things. I just want to have time to myself, yanno? Not that there’ s anything wrong with spending five hours with my mom looking at paper and inflatable mattresses (ooo! I just remembered what we shopped for!) but yeah, Time For Me!

It’s my nephew in a kilt!

Later when we tried to take it off him he got very upset and told us he wanted to wear his dress “fowevvvvvew”

I finally got sleepy around 4:30 this morning. Then I disturbed Rob for awhile. Then we had to get up at 7:30 for me to drive him to work. Three hours!

Of course I did have a small nap after that (one hour) so that makes four hours.

Now I am waiting for my mom to get here (remember? more stuff?) and wondering where all the pants could be. I wore my pjs when I took Rob to work but she won’t be seen with me in the public if I am wearing my pyjamas so… wait a minute. This could be a plan.

I am dastardly!

Nothing new there, huh?

Yesterday after the very fancy birthday party we got home and I was itchy. Because my brother has this dog, Moka, who makes me itch. So I took a Benadryl. Next thing I know it’s 1:00 this afternoon and my parents are knocking on our door. Which, since I was all asleep, was not convenient for me. But my mother had apparently tried phoning and emailing and gotten no answer (hint: If you call and email someone and don’t get an answer then you shouldn’t go to their house) so they decided to come to our house.

After they left (Mom is sewing something for Rob and she wanted to try it on him) we went and got toilet paper (we ran out last night! And this morning I had to use a McDonald’s napkin! Not that I ever eat McDonald’s food, oh no no) and now Rob is making supper. But about half an hour ago? I watched the second half of The Notebook , which is a movie I had never seen before. And at the end? With the sadness? I cried. Yeah, I know! It’s a teen movie and only got two stars! But any movie involving oldsters just makes me cry. Cocoon? Cry. Batteries Not Included? Cry. Harold and Maude? Cry. Any Cher movie? Cry, but probably for entirely different reasons.

That’s about all for now. I feel really weird because I don’t know the urls of all the blogs I usually read every day so now I have to guess at them. I’ve been finding some very weird websites.

Wedding news: We are still getting married. Less than a month to go. I think I may fall over.

If you’re here it’s because my *real* blog is down and I told you where this (hopefully) temporary one is.

What happened is that our hosting place, whoever it was (I like to call it fleetard, but that’s not its real name– although it’s quite fitting) neglected to send a notice saying when the hosting payment was due. Or any kind of notice at all, really. So all of a sudden, the other day– no blog. We’ve been trying to figure out how to pay them, but they ‘can’t find our information’. You’d think they’d want our money! Dicks.

There isn’t all that much to report aside from FLEETARD ARE DICKS. Today was my youngest nephew’s first birthday party. The older one, who is almost 3 (he will be in October) started crying for some reason… actually I think because his mom told him he couldn’t ride his bike in the house. So he’s all crying and sooooooo sad, and my parents are like “Sweetie! Do you want a cuddle?” “Nooooo” “Do you want to play with Moka?” “Noooooo” “Do you want to go get another toy out of your room?” “Nooooo” so I piped up with “Do you want to go to France?” “Yeah!”
“Okay go put your shoes on”.

We went outside and walked around the house. He showed me where his dad’s car was and picked some flowers for his mom, then we went back in the house and ate cake. I am quite tired now after my whirlwind tour of Europe. So good night!

… plus I’ve forgotten my Flickr password.

I don’t remember if Rob took these or if I did. I think Rob. Although sometimes I just get so fascinated with myself that I take pictures for HOURS, because I am hot I tell you. No, I TELL YOU I AM HOT. You must believe me!

Yay for those of us with oral fixations! My mother still tries to get me to stop this by telling me I’ll need braces. I haven’t yet.

For some reason I remind myself alot of Bull Shannon. C’mon admit it, you were thinking it too.

I know what you’re thinking, but you’ve got it all wrong. This is actually a completely unedited photo of me– every other one you’ve ever seen has been Photoshopped to the extreme.

Last one I promise! Pixels make me feel all broken up inside.

I know some people don’t like when people put these videos into their blogs but screw those people (ha ha, just kidding you, s).

I was just thinking about McDonald’s. Then I went to YouTube and looked up McDonald’s. See how my mind works? Anyway.
This is a commercial for Israeli McDonaldseses… I think that if McDick’s started serving shwarma here in Canada I would be there every damn day.

(except the John Travolta guy says it’s made with turkey and I’ve only ever had chicken shwarma but then, who am I?)

I get cranky when it’s too hot. Wait, let me rephrase that: I get really, really cranky when it’s too hot.

And people? It’s too hot.

I drove Rob to work this morning (have we mentioned that he’s working? No? Well he is– yay! I am very proud of him, because he has applied to EVERY JOB IN THE WORLD and gotten answers like “overqualified!” even though he’s like “Dude I will work rubbing mud on pigs if you want me to, qualifications be damned” and though that can be very discouraging he has been very positive and got this one (NOT rubbing anything on anything, that I know of) and so far, it’s pretty good) and came home. Watered my garden (things! They’re sprouting! Actually I picked the last of the radishes yesterday… nothing else is big enough to eat yet though), came inside and talked to my mom on messenger, realized I was getting increasingly snappy, realized it’s 9 thousand degrees, and decided to go upstairs where the best fan is and read for awhile. This was at noon.
I woke up at 3:00.

Yay fan!!!

The bad news is that I haven’t worked on *The Godforsaken Sock ™ today. The good news is that I haven’t melted or murdered anyone (which would be difficult on the best of days since I’m here alone, but whatever). Oh and also that things are sprouting in the garden, even though my two hydrangea bushes have been making pink flowers instead of blue like they’re supposed to. Damn bushes

(*the Godforsaken Sock ™ is what I have dubbed the kilt hose I am knitting right now. Whoever made the pattern really messed up; it’s full of mistakes for me to correct which is NOT something I have patience for)