♫ I Believe in a Thing Called Love ♥

So David and Katy's wedding was lovely, but the highlight had to be Nate (David's brother) 's follow up to his Best Man Speech (how could I not have gotten the speech on video?!), which unfortunately I'm having issues posting at the moment, so it will have to be added later.

Since Katy's favorite color is pink, bridesmaid's dresses and groomsmen's vest were all in pink. David's father was NOT matching, because he said the bride's father had refused, so he felt a bit left out. Keith sang at the wedding (and did a great job), David had to sing to get his bride back (at the reception)... and then Nate had to sing, so that we could all be amused.

I'll try (for the 800th time) to post the pictures and videos later, so keep an eye out for this to be updated!

The True Value of Family

Apparently, there is none.


Notice: this post has been deleted because it shows my sister in an unflattering light by telling the events of last Sunday, and my mother demanded I take it down. Censorship hits again.

Oscar Not-So Wild(e)

So today's story begins on a dark and stormy ni-- err, morning, actually. I was driving home from Dover, and it was just pouring rain. Twice I nearly had to pull over and wait it out, because it was raining too hard to see anything. Finally I made it about halfway, which is Concord, and pulled into -- you guessed it-- Petco. To wait out the storm, of course! While I was there I figured I MIGHT AS WELL check out their dwarf hamsters, I mean, I had time to kill anyways, right? So one of the workers brought out two little "surprises" for me to look at, about 6 or 7 weeks old. The first one was an itty bitty little white thing, that flipped out when I picked it up and nearly took a 5 foot plunge trying to run out of my hands. Hamster number two was not so pretty, but snuggled up in my hand for a nap, and didn't even freak out when I flipped it over to check the gender (being so young and tiny, neither of us could actually tell, but since my pets always end up being boys, even when they're not supposed to be, I'm guessing boy.) Anyway, Oscar is probably the sweetest hamster I've had yet (and the tamest!), and I'm attempting to train him to be really good at being just scooped up out of his cage. So far, so good. He pretty much lets me do anything I want without too much fuss, even when it means waking him up. He even climbs right onto my hands.




Yesterday, when Amanda's dog Max took off to play at the neighbor's (again) he doomed me. The neighbor's cat had had kittens: three tiger males... and the runt, a feisty little black female. Since I apparently have a thing for off-colored runty kittens (Rizzo being the only blonde out of an all-grey litter), Bailey came home with me, and proceeded to cuss out every single one of our other pets. Considering Rizzo has about 14 lbs on her, she's pretty gutsy. She's also got a mouth on her. She growls, hisses, has the loudest purrs... and yowls non-stop at 6:30 in the morning until I go pick her up. We have to work on this morning business.
Speaking of Rizzo, the neighbors apparently think that "Rizzo did it," as they so elegantly put it. Much as I'd love to have kittens with Rizzo's genes, he ummmm lacks the equipment. Bailey is not Rizzo's progeny.



Rizzo is NOT happy with me. He didn't care much about Oscar, but this new kitten business... well, I'm hoping he'll forgive me soon.

The Boys Are Back In Town

My LAST social foray was the fourth of July party at Ryann and Crystal's. By the time I got there (after work and the fireworks), Ryann was dead, Crystal had walked into a sliding glass door, and the weird alcoholic concoction that everyone there had been drinking was gone (thank god. No way was I touching that stuff! Tip for redneck drinks: If it isn't beer, it probably is going to either kill you or make you wish it had). Stevie was around for a bit, but then ditched me to rescue someone whose truck had broken down, and then Mike showed up (didn't recognize me) and drunkenly hauled both Crystal and Ryann off to pass out on the couch. That left me with the rest of the party, whom I didn't know... and Kenny.
Kenny I had only ever known as my friend's boyfriend, and I had never liked him. Now they'd broken up, so I didn't even have her around to keep us civil. Awkward?
Actually, it turned out pretty well. While I still trust my first impressions, as I found in Cyprus, sometimes when I give someone a chance to make a second impression, it's a better one. Kenny and I (and Ryann's stepbrother) ended up just chilling around the fire until almost 4am, and it was actually a good time. Kenny and I even had a glow-stick fight that left us both nearly brighter than the fire that Ryann's stepbrother kept sticking his hands in. So it wasn't a waste of a party even though everyone I knew bailed early, and it gave me a chance to re-evaluate someone.
And the last of the boys for today; I brought home a new little baby! Dwarf hamster, that is. After three days of no idea, he's finally been named Oscar. When I get him to sit still long enough to get a good shot, I'll put up pictures and a full post on him.

That's Not What I Meant!

Story of my life. And it has now infiltrated my sleep, so even in my dreams I'm awkward and misunderstood. And klutzy. Go figure :(

On the upside, I have just reread AND rewatched Alice in Wonderland (which I absolutely love... I'd love to fall into some sort of ridiculous nonsensical world) and found out that they're doing a NEW movie with Johnny Depp as the mad hatter. It's coming out around my next birthday, so happy birthday to me! If I'm in New England, I already have a date to go with me :D

Thought for the day: I really hate the question "so what did you do all day?" Why is it that that question immediately serves to do nothing but put the person it is directed to on the defensive? It is not idle curiosity that prompts that particular phrasing, but a demand that the person justify their own existence over the past 24 hours. I don't like justifying my existence. What did I do all day? Maybe I just chilled or read a book or something. Why shouldn't I? It's MY day. Maybe that's exactly what I wanted to do with it. Or maybe I just don't feel like telling about each of my various activities. What if nothing I did makes for a good story? What if I was really busy and productive all day, but it's incredibly boring? "Nothing" seems like a better story than a detailed play-by-play of a dull, average day.








I want to go back. :( I miss the random parties that seemed to be just wherever we were. What did you do today? Nothing, but it was an amazing nothing, and we had a blast.