Saturday, May 21, 2011


Well, it's 15 minutes into the supposed rapture and we're all still here.

The Comedian and I had a lovely day. We ran some errands, had a nice lunch and then did a quick scoot across the border to try and find me a replacement wedding dress.

We ended up going back to where we started and I bought a very nice dress from a local bridal shop.

I'm going to see my seamstress next week to see if my first custom made (read: very expensive) dress can be salvaged.  If not, I will wear the dress I picked up today.

I swear guys, I'm never getting married again.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Dress Disaster

Three words - I hate it.

8 weeks and 2 days until the big show and I've got nothing to wear.

Cue the apocalypse cuz I really don't want to live anymore.

Monday, May 16, 2011


"It's complicated."

"What you want is complicated."

"Something like that is very complicated."

You'd think I was asking someone to shoot the entire three plus hours Oscar extravaganza.

I wish people could think outside the box when it comes to my reception. They keep asking me the same questions over and over, "When are you getting to the hall after your photos?", "When are the speeches happening?", "When are you being announced for your entrance?", "When are you doing the toast?".


I fail to see why this is so complicated.

Sunday, May 15, 2011


In the last week I've been told:
  • The jeweller lost our wedding band design and ring sizes
  • The cake maker can't make the cake anymore
  • The videographer can't shoot the wedding anymore
  • The organist lost our music selections and sheet music
I've been waking up in the middle of the night having panic attacks. When I do sleep, I've been having nightmares about my dress being all wrong or not made at all.  I woke up crying this morning and have been in a terrible mood all day.

We went to see our priest this afternoon to finalize the wording of our vows and ring exchange. I told him about the troubles I've been having.

He said, "You know that stressed spelled backwards is desserts."

I would have a dessert, except for the cake maker can't make our cake anymore....


Thursday, May 12, 2011

An Open Letter to the Oil Companies

Dear Oil Companies,

By gouging us at the pumps, your kid isn't ever going to get a good job or make any friends. And here's why.

When prices increase at the pumps, we have less disposable income. The only thing we can afford is to put gas in our car to drive to and from work.

When the only thing you can afford to do is work, you stop doing other stuff - like going to the movies, eating out, and taking vacations. We especially stop buying new things like clothes, electronics and vehicles. We all just make do with what we have.

When we stop buying stuff, stores stop ordering from their suppliers, and suppliers stop ordering from their manufacturers. Simple supply and demand. Demand is clearly taking a beating.

When the demand plummets, production slows down or stops.  When that happens, profits plummet and people start losing their jobs.

When people lose their jobs, they cut back on everything, including borrowing money to send their kids to post-secondary schools.

When people don't send their kids to continue on with their studies, new technologies aren't invented.

When new technologies aren't invented, no new jobs are created. This adds to the fact that a whole bunch of people are still out of work.

This means your kid won't have anywhere to go for work when you finish paying for their post-secondary education with the money you made by gouging us at the pumps.

They'll continue to live at home and not be social. They won't make any friends, nor will they meet their partners and raise families.  And even if they were to have a family, they wouldn't be able to afford the gas to drive their kids to see Grandma and Grandpa.

I'm all for free enterprise. And I'm all for profit. But seriously? Instead of a 5000% profit, let's try 4000% and see what happens.  I promise, you'll still be able to afford your cigars, whiskey and hookers. You may just have to cut out one hooker per day.


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Marching Along

Hey kids!  Just checking in to let you all know I'm still alive. I've been ridiculously busy with work, more work, commuting and oh that whole wedding planning thang.

Nine and a half weeks until blast off.

I'm still waiting on my dress.

Okay, gotta go.

I miss you guys.