2 weeks, 1 day, 5 hours & 2 minutes

I'm going to lose my mind. I thought it would be worse than this, thank goodness it isn't, but I'm still gonna lose my mind. So I got the magic Dermablend stuff to cover the tattoo....doesn't really work. Fades it is more like it and the lady said she wouldn't even get it but I'd rather have it faded then glaring in my mothers face. One last thing I won't have to hear about. So I have my (head to toe) Tiara, Necklace, Bra, Swishy Poofy slip thing, Dress, Nylons, Garter, and Shoes. Am I forgetting anything? I am sure I am. Hair is at 9am that day until 1130 (1130!) for the three of us. And hopefully I will find somewhere open on Sundays that does makeup. Lisa is still on the prowl. Poor girl, just had her gallbladder removed and here she is running around doing all the crap I'm to nuts to do.

I think we are scheduled to go taste some cake tomorrow afternoon...or is tomorrow flowers? I don't even know my own schedule. Oh crap, it's not even tomorrow, that's later today. Uch. I am so fried.

Oh, and everything else...I keep forgetting about. School work, sooo behind (bad me). And now I am the Vice President of Membership for the University of St Louis Missouri National Education Association Students Board. Responsibility I hope I can handle. And the Delta Zeta chick called me back and I am supposed to go to the open house on Feb 5. If I do that too I'll have lots of mandatory stuff I have to go to. I forgot a lot of it was mandatory, so I may not do that, but I really wanna. I guess I'll just have to go and find out. Speaking of which I have a MNEA meeting in an hour and I should go get ready.

I am Definately NOT a Dog.

Ginger is weird. She will only eat when I am near the kitchen. Like now, not eating but giving me eyes that say "come over by the kitchen I am starving Mommy". The vet says because they are pack animals some dogs are just social eaters, and only social eaters. She will eventually eat but I wonder if she is starving all the time. (HAHA! A bite of food, yay!)

I am so the opposite. I don't like anyone to see me eat. I guess it's because before I would eat and eat and never stop kind of thing. But even now.... Like after my wedding we are going out to eat. I am ok around most of the people going but some I don't know if I can eat in front of. (Oh Lord I ended that with a preposition, don't tell my mother)And in white, so I am gonna be the stupid person putting five napkins in the top of her dress so I don't ruin it. Ach, I'll live.

Has It Really Been That Long?

A month? No way! So busy here. David was home for X-Mas. I had to do Chanukah all by myself this time. Well, I was at Lisa's, but, anyway. School started again and thank somebody I am not working this semester. I can only handle so much stress and that would be an overload. And, on top of school, I'm trying to plan this "No Frills" wedding which I think may be more stressful than a big huge wedding. No, probably not, but when I do plan my big one please remind me that I will not die and it will go O.K.

So, not a lot going on here. Oh, I am gonna, well I'm thinking about, joining Delta Zeta. UMSL sorority and stuff, we will see how it goes. Little iffy about the girly factor and all but I have been assured there are tomboys there.

Oh, I'm on a weight loss battle thing again. Anyone care to join me? I plan to vent here regularly about the amount of fruits and veggies I am cramming down and the ungodly amnounts of way to make chicken and still have it taste like, well, chicken. I don't have a scale, that might be a good idea. And I have to start working out still but I have the food thing going right now and hopefully I can get solid on that before I try to phase in this work out thing. I love my couch too much. I think I will miss it dearly.

So anyone with munchkins, especially my favorite ones, kiss them for me and tell them you love them atleast five times today.

Christmas. Like, gag me with a spoon!

What has this country come to? Granted, we are a 'majority rules' kind of place, but what happened to each individuals freedom of religion? Oh, I know, it got trampled on by the majorities freedom of speech. I don't know if I can handle another week of having this christian crap shoved down my throat!

Excluding parents with kids, that have to for the sake of keeping them normal, let's take a quick look at christmas. This is supposed to be when Jesus was born. Ok, great, do all these christians know that at this time he was Jewish? Well, the whole time he was alive he was Jewish, I don't think he was worshiping himself. So, now we have christians everywhere celebrating the birth of a Jew. Maybe this isn't so bad.... Oh, yeah, but then you have those christian do-gooders, I will not name names of 'relatives' for anyone...you know what I mean, who really aren't very 'christian'. I could pull out a whole list of things people do that aren't christian while they are preaching to others that they need to act or be more christian, or g-d like, or whatever term they use, it's all the same.

[I have to sorry-so it's ok for your daughter to shack up with some guy and have two kids but it's not ok for your son to live with a woman without being married. And once he ends this marriage it's not ok for him to live with someone, but it is STILL ok for your young daughter to be on her second kid and unwed? And if you wanna be so 'christian' quit screwing everyman that comes through your door...not calling names just passing on information received first hand...oh, and envy, isn't that one of those seven bad sin things, let me see who is the most envious, and perhaps even greediest person I know. PLEASE SOME ONE TELL HER TO STOP PREACHING NOW OR HER HEAD WILL EXPLODE FROM HER HYPOCRISSY!!!!!!!]

Christmas makes me pissy. I hate having Jesus shoved in my face and people talking about G-d. I'll go into a synagague if I want to hear about G-d these people put up trees...explain the concept related to Jesus there (did he once climb one?) and hang stockings (oh I bet he wore socks!) and give presents!!!!! (i doubt they even gave presents on birthdays when this dude was born). Christmas has become SOOOO commercialized it's sickening. If you wanna celebrate the birth of "your savior" don't you think you could do it with a little more tact and actually concentrate on the person and not have it be all about the person you forgot to get a gift for? I don't understand this shit and I am sure I never will.


And christmas parties. Don't get it. Especially like the one I went to last night. Well, no, I get his, it was all about showing off how much money he had. Seriously, who has their initials monogrammed on every single sheet of toilet paper in the roll? Aren't there starving children in Africa somewhere? So, christmas parties, a time for everyone to gather together, drink too much liquor, dance and make fools of themselves, talk shit about everyone they don't like and because they are drunk everyone can hear them, and then be mortified to go back to work on Monday. Great way to celebrate Jesus being born. I can tell you if he "Came back" during that party no one there would be going with him where ever y'all think he's going. I don't know, I am done with this crap. But no, DAVID does christmas and therefore it's not over till it's over.

Ugh!

I hate computers. HATE THEM!!! Why is our society so dependent on them? What did Americans do before we had them? Probably ran around like chickens with our heads cut off, nothing to do! Oh, and why do people feel it is necessary to put viruses on your ocmputers? That is so mean. Those guys need to get lives, or girlfriends, or something. Ridikerous. And then my cable was out cuz they made a freakin trench in front of the building. Assholes. Took four days!!! No TV no computer. So sad.

Life is going, still. Lots of christmas and hanukkah shopping. Over $2,000 total. Jade will be the most spoiled kid in the world. Too much stuff. David wanted it to be a good christmas. I never got a haul like this one....damnit. Anyway, finals on Monday and final papers due and all. LOTS of stufying to do. More later...if I have time.