Tuesday, August 31, 2004


We are meeting with our officiant tonight, who is also a family friend of sorts. Not one my parents call up to come watch the hydros or anything, but he started out as my dad's chiropractor long before dad's stroke. I was treated there for a while and after dad's stroke he's been coming to the house to adjust dad; an all around nice guy. Anyhoo, dad had asked him way back in October or November if he'd be our officiant and he said yes. Now I gotta figure out the polite way to ask if he's charging us. I don't assume that he isn't, as that is never smart... maybe I should just point blank say 'Ok, what is your fee again?' Ack. I hate moments like that though.

In other news I have YET ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKING HEADACHE. I would say I've had one every single day for the past 2 weeks straight. I don't think I'm actively stressing out about anything... I don't know, I feel pretty content... I am sort of FREAKING THE FUCK OUT about my wedding dress not fitting. We don't know that it won't but uh... I'm not losing weight. It's just not happening. Doesn't mean it won't, but it's not happening thus far. I'm going to keep trying to get my ass out of bed in the morning, but it's hard sometimes. I need to figure out how to conjure up this fear first thing in the morning, and maybe that'll help. Anyhoo, today I googled 'daily headache' and came up with a plethora of things... but when I saw this graphic:

I knew it was right. Good ol' tension headache. How I've missed ye. I used to get these fuckers all the time in high school; they are a bit different now, as before they only hurt at the base of my skull and top of my neck. Now it's the forehead action too. Sucks. I think it might also be my vision, but I guess we'll see.

I had a nightmare this morning that Asa and Molly got outside and I couldn't find them. I woke up with tears on my face... I think I was more sad about Asa, but don't tell Molly. That bitch will cut me. Also, lest you think Aaron and I have no self control, we were offered that widdle baby kitty that I fell in love with and wanted to name it peanut on Sunday... and we turned her down. Ok, Aaron turned her down. I guess HE has the self control. At least I have someone to be cat crazy with I guess. He actually wants to get two kittens when we move to a house, and I said "babe, that's like ... 5 cats." He didn't see anything wrong with that... now that's my kind of people. ;-)

Asa wants you to know he leads a miserable existence.

Look away or he'll hipnotize you with those eyes...

This is what you get when you leave your camera alone with my sister.

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