...These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate.

What an amazing summer in spite of everything-- Tim being in Idaho, my mother being overbearing about wedding plans, me being completely broke... it was the best one I can remember. I had the most incredible internship at a local news station; it made me realize that, yes, this is what I want ( Read more... )

Damn. Not to be completely morbid, but why do all the grisly, f-ed up things happen when I'm off work? I might have to set up camp in the mdidle of the newsroom floor just so I don't miss anything else ( Read more... )

I really need to look into whether there is a "Mother of the Bride"-Zilla type of show on TV. I think I've got a winner.

As anyone who knows my mother can easily imagine, she has been completely overbearing since we first announced the engagement.. making arrangements without being asked, disregarding my opinion on everything except the location of ( Read more... )

I think I'm going to be sick... If anyone you know ever wants to set doves free at their wedding, strongly advise them against it...

I was walking back from the bookstore just now, and a wedding was just ending at the Catholic church on the corner. I noticed them letting the birds go, and I wasn't the only one.. They'd been flying around for maybe ( Read more... )

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So...

I'm, like.. engaged. It's so surreal.

Even better than the Schadenfreude of that "other" bowl game was the PUPPY BOWL IV. I don't even care how lame that makes me.

What I really hate is when people look down on me for technically not being Catholic anymore. One specific person in mind, but as he is merely an acquaintance, I can't really confront him about it.. So, naturally, I'll bitch about him behind his back in an anonymous sort of fashion.

All I said was the story of how amazing the dumbfounded look on my ( Read more... )

Happy New Year, all. Hoping this finds you in good spirits ( Read more... )

I think the thing I take the most comfort in is the fact that I'm too smart to ever turn into my mother, and too sensitive to ever be my father.