Ramblings of a disturbed mind

so I'd been putting off the final vet visit for tigger as she seemed to finally stabalize on the cat food. She was dooing good, although with summer coming she had started to over heat so I had started giving her ice cubes in her water (and spoiled her to where she didn't like the water WITHOUT the ice cubes).

Then she lost a lot of weight. Like 2 1/2 pounds. yesterday she was walking around, and I swear if she were a person I'd say walking around absent minded ("I know I came into this room for a reason, what was it again?"). So I figured that maybe the overheating was a fever and that I'd have to make an appointment.

Today, Carl asked if I could come straight home from work. Didn't want to worry me but tigger wasn't doing to good. She was peeing a lot of blood. So I put her in the carrier and called the vet. a couple hours, a full battery of blood tests, and a bladder tap later we've got some answers.

Her glucose level was extremely high, she's diabetic. The blood was from a secondary infection in the urinary tract caused by the diabetes and the weakened immune system. Managable? probably, if I wanted to torture Tigger for a few months. She had JUST gotten used to the new diet food because she couldn't eat the other stuff anymore. If I had to switch food on her again....
And the easiest form of diet control food for diabetic cats is canned...which her system does NOT like in the least.

So the decision was made that her quality of life would never be close to what it had been, she'd be miserable. Add to that the work and the high cost of just getting her regulated, and I couldn't do it. So we had her put to sleep, the vet let us be there with her so I was the last thing she saw.

And the others here? Etcetera has known all day that something was wrong. When we took Tiggs to the vet earlier then came back here while they ran the tests, she spent some time on my lap. When we came home the second time, not only was she ready to sit on my lap again, she had moved my stuffed Eyore plushie (which is the same size as she is) over to the foot of my chair. Ever see a cat carry a stuffed animal that's the same size as they are? She manages it. I figure it was her way of saying that she thought I'd need some extra things to cuddle. Since she planned on taking over my lap, I'd need something to snuggle my toes (where she usually lays)

I haven't been posting much, not here or the other journal sites I'm on. I'm at Facebook now as well, but I don't update that all that often either. I know that I should, but...

I've got aboslutely nothing positive right now to post. I don't think I've ever been this depressed. I'm unemployed, not even a temp job for the past two months and it's not for lack of looking. Most days, there's not even places to send a resume too.

I'm still in this hsit hole of a postage stamp apartment.

Tigger's sick. She started throwing up a couple weeks ago, only has two teeth left. Vet said to switch her food and we put her on some antibiotics for a slight fever she had (probably from throwing up so much). I have her on different cat food, which she seems to be keeping down better, but she's havign other digestive issues. There's a reason why I've had them on the same cat food for so long, because it was what her digestive system could handle (her and etcetra have similiar sensitivity issues). And I'm afraid that if she doesn't stabalize on the new food soon, that I'm going to loose her.

My first anniversary is coming up. And you know what I'm doing for it? absolutelly nothing. Because I can't. I have 8 dollars that's actually mine right now. Carl's handling the bills and stuff but even that's killing me. I had to ask him for money the other day just to put gas in my car. I hate not being able to even take car of myself.

I want to get out of here so badly that it hurts, and by here I mean this apartment, this situation, this state. I want to go to a place where I have friends nearby that I can actually visit with, not have to spend more time getting there and back then I do there.

And even just writing this gets me all upset because this is the only thing that's going on in my life right now.

Just talked to the general manager here at the college. The corporate office lost a unit recently, something that wasn't unexpected. But this was why I hadn't moved to the reglar payroll yet, because we needed to see what corporte would do next.

In order to perserve a few jobs, they are transferring the accounting clerk from the unit that's closing down here. Sort of what we were wondering if they were going to do. That means that there is no more position here for me. The transition will probably be starting next week, so that will be my last week.

I hate thursdays

I should be heading to work now, going to do that in a few moments.

been a very rough couple weeks since Christmas. My Aunt Moe, whom has been Aunty Moe to more people then just her neices and nephews, died on Sunday after being diagnosed with Colon Cancer last year.

Thankfully I got to see her when I was there christmas day. The wake was Tuesday and the funeral was Wednesday.

It's been extremely rough, and right now that part is past, and it's time for moving on, although it won't be quite the same. Miss ya Aunty Moe.

Alright, after a number of nudges, I realize I haven't posted in a while. So here's a Post. thank you and goodnight!

Okay, now onto serious posting stuff.

LOTS and LOTS going on in my life right now, some good, some bad, some unbelieveably good, some unbelievably bad.

so lets start with the bitching first that way I can end on a good note.

( Cut for generic moping and swimming in the pool of self pity )

In neutral news there's me and Boy. he's going to school and taking an English course (which I won't even get into the headaches involved there, for me not him since this is a second level eng course and the man who calls himself voluntarily illiterate >_<) He's working almost 50 if not more hours a week because his work is evil.

In better news, I'm getting a couch! It's not a new couch, but it's almost as good, it's the couch from Ma'am's house. She's getting a new one delivered on Friday, and since it's in rather awesome condition, and god knows I can't sit on the one we currently have (more ranting on that one day, I promise) she's going to let me have it. I just need to remember to call my brother when I get home to make plans to have it moved up here....right after I clean the living room and make room for it.

and one of the things that is currently making me go SQUEE like the little fangirl I am....RIFTS! We were talking at a friends house this weekend and they started talking about possibly getting together some sort of table top campaign going. We may even be doing it online over a chat program channel for dice rolling, web cams, and ventrillo servers. I pretty much rolled over and begged for it to be a RIFTS campaign instead of D&D because demmit, I need a fix, it's been way to long since I had one last. So I've already got my basic campaign idea thought out, the hook to get the group working together, and the first part of the mission I'll be sending them out on. Already it's getting a bit crazy with Boy's character who likes "Shiney" things, especially shiney things with buttons to push, and my friend LC who wants to play a Glitter Girl, basically a sleeker, faster version of the Glitter Boy....which is Shiney as all hell. Carl's already started thinking out his version of what I have dubbed the Pimpmobot. If they manage to actually pull of what they're thinking, I'll -have- to give them bonus exp just for the hilarity and sticking with their character concepts. Mirror (I'll post on her later) will be playing a 6 foot tall, pink haired Techno Wizard named Tinker Belle, although she refuses to tell anyone her real name "just call me Tinker, it's what I do" Now I need to see what the other people lined up to play will be playing to figure out how their classes will fit in with everything. there's only one class for the mission in mind that would be needed along with these three to get things done, and if someone doesn't fill that I'll just toss it in as a NPC when the time comes around.

On wednesday I'm planning on sitting down with my plot hook and doing some plotting work to get things done because I'd love to be able to start this on the first of November (soonest possible date I would think) but there's a -lot- that would need to be done for this with co-ordinating schedules and online time, Vent servers and chat channels. Which reminds me, I need to talk to Mirror since she says that she has one with dice that might be suitable.

and the copier stopped like five minutes ago, past time for me to get going. Later all.

So while some things have gotten better since my last post, it's still a far cry from things being "good" i'd say, but at least things aren't continuing downward and that is good for now.

I"m now at three weeks at a temp job. I'm hoping like hell that this goes permenant because I like the job, and the people aren't bad either. I'm working in the accounting office for the company that handles the dining services for Southern New Hampshire University. So far, the only really sucky thing about the job is the parking situation. It's basically hope and pray that you find a spot quickly or be prepared to circle around and play "Parking lot vulture" and hope that some one's leaving as you're nearing them so you can jump in their spot before any of the other vultures can. I show up early and bring a book. One of the bestest parts of the job is that they feed me really good food and I don't have to pay for it. I don't think I can remember the last time I actually ate lunch on my lunch break with this much regularity. Sadly my diet I think is being slowly suffocated. Oh well. I have comfort cookies in case it finally dies a painful death.

Still having way to many medical issues that I'd rather ignore and since some of them delve into the realm of TMI, I won't bother with them here. Suffice to say it involves lots of pain and a little more pain added ontop of that. Buy stock in both Advil and Tylenol, with my current consumption of both, neither company will be closing up anytime in the near future.

so in the mean time I'm currently selling my soul to the Sims2. I've got my little toons there, and am happily content keeping them content as making little graveyards full of the npc and Redshirt family (who I keep around to breed more fodder for my graveyards. Hey, gotta fill that See A Ghost aspiration somehow!) Right now I don't have much for them, but they're pretty happy nonetheless. two of my little toons had similar life time aspirations so they're married now and working on them. He's got a life asprition to marry off 6 children (which means he needs to -have- 6 children) and hers is to have 6 grandchildren. They have no job because they are too busy cranking out babies. But He's a trustfund kid anyway and inheirited a great big house and a pile of money and gets intrest from his trustfund (yay money cheat code!)

And that's about all that's going on over here. off I go to take care of the twins these two just recently had (2 down, 4 to go!)

We're home from the Isles trip. Will post more about that later because parts of me are still going "omg what a wonderful time I had!" and I've still got a few more things to write out tonight.

But I want to thank you, whoever you are, again for making it possible for me to come to this event. Right now, I do have a temporary position to make the bills which is one of the reasons we were so late getting there on Friday night (new job hours get me out of work at 6, 7 by the time I get home, nearly 8:30 by the time we were able to leave). I had hoped to do my mad glompings before game on, but since we got there with only a minute (maybe less) to spare, that wasn't to possible.

I did try to get as many hugs and snugs out as possible, and I can only hope and pray that I was in deed able to get to you as well. But I wanted to publicly thank you again, as despite the owies, this was indeed very much needed and a great lifter of my spirits.

I know you said in order to thank you, I should pass this forward, which I most definately will do, but even that alone won't be enough to express my gratitude. Thank you again!

I swear I am blessed with having some of the most awesome people in my life. Tonight I was informed that the event that I was really looking forward to going to, but worried about weather or not I could, was out of my hands as a Mysterious Benefactor who I was told wanted to remain annonymous, had arranged for me to be covered to go to the event.

Since I've a sneaky suspicion that said wonderful person reads my journal, thank you. And when I asked for who so that way I could deliver a personal Thank-You hug or if I should commence mass glompings, I was told mass glompings would most likely include said person, and be amusing, there shall be mass glompings upon arrival.

thank you again for letting me know how blessed and loved I am.

( Cutting for introspection blathering )

I know, some people are thinking that merely by stating I don't think something can get worse pretty much ensures that it will do just that. Only, I think I'm getting close to the numb spot. In a few hours I'm sure I'll be there where even if something else bad happens, I won't really care anymore.

Woke up this morning got to work feeling like some one was stabbing me in left the side. Now I'm -used- to a lot of pain both in the abdomen and the back. This was a lot more intense and not quite in the same place. Didn't worry about apendix, wrong side for that, but still not a happy feeling so I called the doc. Went to see her and found out, yay! I have an ovarian cyst! Want to know what the treatment is for ovarian cysts? NOTHING! Nope, the best they can do is give you pain killers untill it goes away- usually within two period cycles (although my sister has sometimes had them for as long as four to five period cycles) So that means that I have about two months of intense pain to look forward to. But they did give me Vicoden for when it starts to hurt unbearably.

And things just keep getting better! I get back to work to find that I don't have any work to go back to. See last week they ran out of supplies, so I ran down to the grocery store to get them. Since I was there and it was actually my lunch time I picked up lunch (two peaches, two plums) and told the clerk to seperate the order. She didn't. I didn't think it was that big a deal and didn't feel like having her cancel the entire order and ring it all through again for that piddly little thing. Got back to the office and told my boss as soon as I handed her the receipt what happened, and said that I would give her the money for my items. Well it seems that this means I am completely untrust-worthy (despite the fact that I told her what happened before she even looked at the receipt), and that they had been down this road before, so they had a family meeting Friday night (it's a family company afterall) and they decided the best thing to do was to let me go.

Add all this to the massive bout of depression I've been fighting a losing battle against, and I'm almost to the completely numb point. I've got a filled script for painkillers that right now I don't think I trust myself to take, especially considering that one of my sisters is currently addicted to pain killers, and I so don't want to end up on that boat.

So lets see where things wrap up-

*An apartment that I despise so much there aren't words for it but I'm sure it's slowly killing me.
*No job
*A bad back
*two or more months of intense pain to look forward to
*more bills then I know what to do with.
*a photographer who takes awesome photos, but never actually delivers them so I'm left with no formal shots of my wedding
*and unless I get some sort of decent paying work ASAP, I'll have to forgo Isles since I can't justify spending $80 on a weekend if I can't afford to pay my car payment.

So if your wondering why I haven't posted much lately? Well I'll post again when life's worth posting about.

Currently I've been told that if it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. I think I might actually prefer that. I knew it was pretty bad when other people start planning for my bad luck.

Here's the latest example. Read these reviews.

That's my cousin. That's my cousin who as my wedding present offered to be my photographer. He took some amazing shots, of which I have ONE. It's been over three months now and I can't even get him to return my emails. The two solaces that I have are that I didn't pay money for him, and I had a back up photographer (who I also didn't have to pay for, thank the light) so I've at least got -some- pictures of the wedding. However, Michelle thought that Dean knew a lot more about the formal shots and let him take pretty much all the formal shots while she took pictures of the people during the cocktail hour; such as the little kids tangoing with each other.

But this means that unless a miracle occurs and Dean responds (not looking bloody likely at this point in time) that I'm not going to have the lovely photo album like I wanted.

Add to that all the other things in my life that have been screwing up and just plain on depressing and I'm surprised that I haven't found that short cliff to take a nice long walk off.

So after finding this out, Carl decided to try to do something to cheer me at least a little and took me to dinner at Moritomo's. I've probably passed by this little place a million times since I moved to New Hampshire, it's right in Concord center by the grocery stores, Staples and Borders, but I never really noticed it. It's a traditional Japenese resturaunt and it is fantastic! Best Sushi I've ever had- very light vinegar in the rice so it doesn't overpower the flavor of the fish. By the time we left there, I pretty much had to be poured into the car because I was a nice little puddle of happy belly. Sadly, because the menu consists mainly of seafood we probably won't go back as often as I'd like to (Carl despises seafood with a passion), but we will be going back pretty often.

Dear Universe which apparently despises me,

Will you please let this fucking month come to an end already?!?

No love in return,

Me.

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Yes I'm still alive. Haven't really been posting because nothign really good to post about.

My mom's dear friend for over 40 years passed away on Friday. This is the woman who let mom and I stay with her when we first moved back from North Carolina. Ann was the very definition of optimism, always cheerful. Today I get to go to her wake, and tomorrow her funeral.

My job is not really enough to pay my bills, and how I'm managing to make it do so is kinda beyond me at the moment. I think that if Peter and Paul both checked their pockets, they'd figure it out though.

I hate this apartment with a firey passion. Thanks to the above though, doesn't look like I'm going anywhere anytime soon.

Still no pictures from my cousin. Emailed, called, no answer either. Until then, no pictures from wedding post.

Keep continuing in this manner for just about all the aspects of my life right. It's all about the same. I'll try to post soon, hopefully will have something decent to post about then.

Should one want to post pictures some where, many lets say, where might one do that....not on LJ galleries though. I don't think that what they allow me here now would be big enough, especially considering that I don't want to give them money anymore.

I just got this picture back from Dean (my cousin who did some of the photography at the wedding), he's still uploading the rest of the pics (there were a hella lot of them!) but sent me this one because he thought I'd like it, which I love this picture.

( Going to cut to be nice to friendlists )

So today is two weeks till the wedding. This past week has been one of -those- weeks.

Monday we get a call saying that Carl's great uncle Lenny passed away on Sunday. I got this message off the home VM before I even left work. Since I had to stop off at the bank to deposit a check, I figured I'd hit the ATM and get some money so that I could get dinner Monday night since I figured neither of us wanted to cook. I try to withdaw and get a message "Inactive card, retaining card". So once I stopped staring dumbly at it, I walked back over to the teller and thell them what happened.

Teller> "because of the Hannaford security issue, any cards that were swipped there were considered compromised, new cards were issued and about two weeks after a card's issued, the old card is deactivated."
Me> "that's nice, wish I had known about that."
Teller> "We tried to call. But your new card was mailed out to you, you should have it."
me> "I don't have a new card."
Teller> "It was mailed out March 28."
Me> "That's nice, I didn't get it."
Teller> "We mailed it to the address on your check here."
Me> "That's great...that still doesn't mean that I got it though because I didn't get it."
Teller> "Maybe someone else got it."
Me> That's what I'm afraid of. But if you mean at my house, I've been the only one getting the mail. I'm getting married in three weeks and I've been careful to mail every day because of all the wedding stuff coming in.
Teller> Do you want us to cancel the car and issue you a new one?
Me> No, I want to sit here and keep arguing with you for the next year.

So long story short (to late!) I have no debit/atm card at the moment because the bank frelled up. Really not something that I need with so few weeks left to the wedding. Ready to scream.

Friday had to do Carl's taxes because yeah he waited till the last possible moment to do them. Add to that the fact that suddenly Pheonix online is telling me that I esigned a technology agreement on 11/30, when I didn't finish the application process till the end of December and the instructions clearly said print/sign/fax the application. This agreement says that I agree to have a bunch of programs for their IT degree courses, which total over 2k. Yeah, don't have that right now. With all the stress and then this on top, I sorta had a mental kablooie. And I decided that I'll have to withdraw from the current two classes, and then I think I'm going to go to NHTI right next door to where I live. I feel like I was completely lied to about the class prosses when I enrolled, and that the "Learn on your own time" bit is complete and other bullshit. I have had absolutely no time to myself because I've constantly got class work due, that's not really on my own time.

Today was supposed to be my bachelorette party. This was a comedy of errors as well. I'm told to be at Mom's house by 11, also asked if I had plans for May 31 and if not, don't make any. So I get here and I'm asked if I have different shoes (was wearing my heels) because we'd be walking around all day. As I wasn't told what we were doing, I said that's all I had but we could probably hit Target and get me some new ones PDQ. As I was the only one there so far, we figured I'd run and get them before everyone else showed up. So I do that and get back and we run to get Kayla. But Kayla's fiance wasn't home from work yet and they still had his son at the house, so we couldn't just leave the 6yo kid there to wait for Daddy to get home. So we didn't leave there till close to 1. By the time we got to Boston, it was probably around 1:30-2:00 and we go to the Prudential center because they had planned on us going on the Duck Tours....only they were completely sold out...for the rest of the day. So then we decide to go to lunch at Cheescake Factory. For some reason they decided that I should sit at the head of the table, right next to my neices friend (who I didn't even know) and my mom, and I couldn't really participate in any of the conversations as it was loud and I'm at the head, way far away from most of the people. So it's turning into another one of -those- days. I figure we should probably just head back and get to the hair dying/drinking part of the night.

We're waiting for the T to come so we can head back and Judi decides to make my day a lot better since nothing was turning out as it was supposed to. The reason not to make plans for May 31? She got us tickets to Phantom of the Opera....on BROADWAY. Okay, big, huge, OMFG deal here because this is something I wanted to do so bad for so long now. We hugged, we cried, hugged and cried so more because yeah, that TOTALLY more than made up for the crappy week.

And on that note, I have simple black hair again. Not black with a rather wide white streak like it's been, but actual black again. It looks and feels great. I've got less than two weeks till the wedding. I've also picked up the wedding present from me to Carl, which I'm not going ot post here since he does have this journal's information and I want it to be a surprise.

And now...I have to get to sleep! tomorrow morning Kayla and Judi will be back over. We're going to play dress up and practice with the bustle on the dress.

Well, I'm still here, still sane...well okay that part may be up for debat, but my head hasn't exploded yet adn this is a good thing.

Up til this weekend I spent a lot of time wondering if I was going to be having a wedding or a funeral, and if a funeral, wasn't sure who's it would be.

I've been trying to work full time, go to school full time, and plan this wedding with very little input from boy on anything. And then last Monday he was bitching about the house not being clean. Nevermind the fact I hadn't had -time- to do the dishes in like three weeks, he spends time almost every day playing Star Wars Galaxies and I'm trying hard not to collapse from exhaustion. I will say that yes, I resent him how much time he plays on the computer while I'm busting ass.

Tonight is a rare exception. We went to our DJ consultation, and when we got home I realized I had no homework due tonight...so I played WoW for a bit and am now writing this before bed.

This weekend though? ROCKED. Saturday was more hectic stress want to fall down and cry stuff, so we'll pretend that it didn't happen. With the exception of choosing our cake, but I'll pretend that happened magically since Saturday doesn't exist anymore.

Sunday, woke up early and went to Walmart bought stuff to make the hors devours for my sister's anniversary party and a new outfit because as well as not having time to clean house, I hadn't had time to do laundry. Got to mom's house around 11 and started cooking. A little after 1 we packed everything into cars and headed to the VFW for my sister's 13th wedding anniversary party. We get there and there's a sign over the door out side "Happy anniversary." we walk in and there's a sign that says "Happy bridal shower!" and I practically did cartwheels (after mock-yelling at Judi "You made me cook hors devours for my own party?!?" cause really, I'm the only one who can make them)

The bridal shower was faboo. And honestly, it was something that I really needed. A day to get spoiled and get some lovely gifts and to realize that the wedding isn't all about the stress of trying not to kill each other. Of course, Carl was grumpy by the time we left. He didn't like that he was "sideswipped" by which I think he meant "blindsided" because he had absolutely no clue about the party. I thanked him for putting up with the family and the surprise party andtold him that frankly, I needed that.

Of course, now I really really really need to find time to clean at least the spare room in here because we need a place to put all the stuff we brought back with us! I've got mad kitchen utensils, pyrex baking dishes, storage bowls with lids, and no less than 3 mellon ballers (all given to me by family who love the hors devours because that's what makes the little bitty meatballs)

I also have a wonderful card chest that will go on the gift table at the reception, the pen and the cake cutting set as well. The day was overall wonderful.

However after the party, when we got home we were talking about our current guest count and the minimum for the reception site. We're still down by about 20 people to hit the minimum which means we're probably going to be paying for imaginary people. I know they say to plan on 1/3 of your list not able to attend. With me it's about the opposite and only 1/3 so far have said they could. So anyone want to crash a wedding in New Hampshire for May 3rd?

I'm curretnly sitting here at Panera bread I should be doing homework but it's to loud for me to concentrate, so I think I'll sip my tea and then call boy to come and pick me up.

Yes I said doing homework. I realized how long it's been since I posted when I talked to Stormsdotter theother night and she had no clue what homework I was talking about.

So here's a reader's Digest version of my life so far

Wedding: Planning is mostly done, now running into some issues with vendors and getting things ironed smooth and flat, but otherwise going okay.

School: I have started college! I'm taking online courses at Axia Online- a division of Pheonix University. I'm currently enrolled in their IT program.

Work: Working at a new place. I worked there for about a week and they loved me so much they bought out my contract from the temp agency. The people there are great and it makes my OCD very happy.

Health: Can't breath. nasty Cold from hell is settling in my chest and making breathing impossible so I've been rather miserable.

Other than that there's just massive amounts of frustration and bouts of depression which I fight off with giggling with friends over WoW, one of which has introduced me to the fun of Battlegrounds where I continue to earn the name of Apocolock.

And now, time to call boy and have him come pick me up. I'm not goingto get anything usefull accomplished here.

Okay, so I've been running a bit ragged lately, but at least I'm being productive! i've even got a great big to-do list. I took the white board that boy got me for my birthday and hung up with my to-do's writen on it.

Signed up with a bunch of employment agencie's this week. I think a total of 6 agencies, 5 in Concord and 1 in Manchester. The one in Manchester already has me going on an interview tomorrow. Sounds like it could be a good position, good pay and is definately not a temp-only position. I told them I really only wanted Direct Placement or temp-perm, no more temp only as I'm still in a bit of a fight over the last place and being led to believe it was temp-perm and then it not being and yadda yadda yadda.

Any way on to better things- lots done for the wedding, I got rooms blocked off at hotels and the information for those will be going out with the invitations. I've got the officiant booked which is one of those Must Have things for the wedding.

And I just got off the phone with my sister and we've got a plan for the reception on ideas for the lil'uns. While I really don't want kids of my own, like ever, I do adore the kids in my family (and family includes more than bloodkin) and I do want to be able to have it so that people can come without worring about what to do with the kiddies, since it's an out of state trip for pretty much everyone...okay for absolutely everyone but boy and myself. This means that simply finding a baby sitter for a few hours won't really work out. But it's an evening ceremony and a night reception.

So Donna, mother of my Hot Date and my Moose came up with a few brilliant ideas. She's going to put together a kiddie table like she does at their birthday parties, with such important things like colored pencils, coloring books and paper, a table cloth that is a coloring sheet, a few simple board games (along the lines of candyland and such) etc. And she's also going to bring a couple Pack-n-plays for the really little ones, and we were thinking some pillows and blankets or sleeping bags for the slightly older ones, so that if they need to grab some sleep we can have those set up in the bridal sweet after pictures and such are taken. There are plenty of professional babysitters (at least 5 that I can think of off the top of my head) that will be there and we can switch them out at 20 minute intervals so that there's always someone handy in there but can still enjoy the party as well. I'm thinking this might be a handy solution to a problem that's been chomping at the back of my mind. For those with kids, does this sound viable or am I completely insane here? Not having kids, it's hard for me to judge.

And now, off I go to get changed and then head out to the gym. I've started dieting and working out. While I won't say that I'm anywhere near fat, I do have a little bit of a belly that I really really really want to trim down, and I've four months to do it in. Not to mention there's always the hope that maybe, just maybe, I can get the Monsters that hide undermy shirt to trim down as well. yeah right.

More later. Tomorrow I'll be down in MA most of the afternoon, we're folding the invitations and stuffing them and then once that's done, we're doing a hair dying party (which I have forbidden to be done while we're working on the invitations, no dye on the pretties!) Then Satruday I will be in CT for a dear friend's birthday party.