Bless Your Heart

technical difficulties

the previous post had more text & a picture. it posted all funky and now it won’t let me edit it. odd. so let me pick up where that post leaves off. the first of these pumpkins that i saw on sunday was being carried like a purse by a woman at caribou coffee. the next one was on a front porch in my mom’s neighborhood next to a big orange candle. it’s june!! i wonder if it’s a sign… spooky!

scenes

seen within the course of an hour on sunday: 2 of those orange, plastic pumpkins that you carried when you were a kid going trick or treating. i saw the first one at caribou coffee. this lady was carrying it like a purse. the 2nd was out on a porch next to a big orange candle in my mom’s neighborhood. it’s june! i wonder if it’s a sign… spooky.

big potato & little tomato

i’ve been talking so much about marc & sara lately i thought i’d post a picture. this is from our wedding. i’ll have pics from theirs this weekend. i can’t believe it’s saturday!! he calls her his little tomato – she’s a redhead, so she call’s him big potato- he’s bald. they’re a little wacky.

the past

i’m having trouble with my archives. bottom line…there are none. i just can’t get the links to them to show up here no matter what i do. my archives are in blogger’s vault somewhere, but it would be nice if they’d appear here! aarrgghh!

bridal emergency!

sunday after having breakfast with jon i headed out to the alterations shop to pick up my bridesmaid’s dress. sara, morgan, and amy met me there to pick up their dresses too. they weren’t ready!! the wedding is saturday folks. to make matters worse the lady messed up sara’s dress. all she had to do was the bustle (which came out fine) and shorten the straps. the straps look pretty bad. it looks all folded up and bunchy and thick where it’s supposed to be smooth with a flat seam. plus, the bodice is covered with little flowers made out of tightly wound wire so it’s sparkly. 3 or 4 of these wires were sticking straight out about 2-3 inches each. poor sara. she was crying and the lady swore that was the only way to do it. my mom’s going to try and get it fixed today, but it’s going to be a race against the clock since she still has to get it steemed before saturday!

these shoes were made for walkin’

saturday husband attended marc’s bachelor party. marc & jon (husband) have been friends for a long time, they were even roommates in college. now marc’s marrying my sister. isn’t that all convenient? anyway, about 10-12 boys rented a limo and went bar hopping into the wee hours of sunday morning. the starting point was about 35 minutes away from home so i dropped jon off and he would be spending the night at josh’s (the start point) and i would pick him up sunday morning. sara dropped marc off, amy dropped landon etc., so all the girls, we went to dinner after. my mom and little sister morgan were with us too and after dinner it was decided that i would stay at my mom’s that night instead of being all alone at my house. by this time it’s late so i ran home, picked up nelson puppy, put on my pj’s, grabbed my toothbrush and headed over to mom’s. morgan went to stay with sara so i crashed in her room. i swear this is all relevant, just hang in there. we didn’t go to bed til after 1 am. i woke up at about 7 and checked my cell phone. 16 missed calls. what?!? all from jon’s cell. so i call his cell, no answer. so i call josh’s where a very sleepy josh tells me jon’s not there and that he left with kevin. i don’t have kev’s number so i just settled for leaving a message on jon’s cell. mom then tells me someone called there at 3:37am and when she woke up she went to block the number and saw it was jon’s cell. now i’m a little worried. i head for home around 8 and find a sleeping husband. whew!

turns out… kevin offered jon a ride home but when kevin dropped him off and left jon realized he didn’t have his keys. he left them in my glove compartment (unbeknownst to me). so my poor boy is lock out at 3ish am. he sets off on foot for my mom’s. luckily my mom lives just 1.2 miles away. he breaks in to her house, gets my keys out of my purse, opens my car, gets his keys, puts my keys back in my purse, then walks all the way back home! i asked why didn’t he just come sleep with me- but he didn’t know morgan wasn’t there. he said knowing his luck he’d slide into bed and my mom or sister would be in there with him! and he didn’t take my car home because he’d been drinking. he was a very sleepy boy yesterday…with good reason! i just thought that was so pitiful, my poor boy hoofing it through the neighborhood. all while his wife is sleeping peacefully. =)

annoying words

so funny. i saw on this site a list of words that “illicit cringes, disgust, vomiting, and/or anger”. and here they are:

Youngster

Kiddo

BEEF

Bosom

Chuckle

Guffaw

Snazzy

Pizzazz

Oomph

Guy (As in “Hey there Guy”)

Buddy Boy

Nosh

Funky (and the ever annoying “I’ve been in a bit of a FUNK”

Disrobe

Limp

Bub (As in, “Hey Bub, what’s up?”)

Babe (or even worse, Beb)

“Come With”

Paunch

Finesse

Luscious

Lugubrious

Myriad

Plethora

Gross Words:

Crotch

Groin

Moist

Loin

Shlong

Soiled

Ointment

i actually have to say i agree with most of that list. and there are some other choice words i can’t stand but i can’t even type them out they’re so gross. do you have any you don’t like to hear?

on the flip side…i have some favorite words : canoodle, cahoots & shenanigans to name a few. what are your’s?

wedding drama

are you ready for a peek into my dysfunctional family life? here we go… this may be a wee bit long but it will certainly be entertaining! 1st a little background: my parents divorced when i was very small. my father, who we’ll refer to from here on out as BL for big loser, is an alcoholic, drug using, abusive, lying, cheating, no steady job holding mess of a man. his parents are swimming in denial about his behavior which has made it difficult for my sister and i to maintain a relationship with them, but we’ve done it. they blame my mother for breaking his heart and causing all of his problems. ok, so that’s the background.

fast forward 20 years to my cousin’s wedding in may of 2000. bl is there, he gets all drunk, causes a scene or 12. my grandparents blame my cousin and her husband for his behavior because “how dare they have a bar knowing he has a sickness”. like it’s their fault and they should alter their lives because of his problems. now, jump up a year to my wedding. he’s not invited. drama ensues. my grandma and my aunt (his sister) boycott my wedding because i won’t let bl “take his proper place walking me down the aisle”. my mom did a terrific job walking me down and i can’t imagine not having her do it. there were many long distance arguements over the phone etc. but i stood my ground. my wedding was beautiful and i wouldn’t change a thing.

now here we are a week away from my sister’s wedding. my uncle called sara yesterday to ask her about bl’s invite status. he said my grandma asked him if he could sneak bl into the back of the church. and “don’t worry, he wouldn’t go to the reception. i’d drive him straight home.” which would mean that our uncle & his family, who’s awesome, would miss the reception. and the point is, she doesn’t want him there- that’s why he did not receive an invite. i just can’t believe that my grandma would be so devious as to ask an uncle to sneak bl in! how 3rd grade is that? and come on, if he really feels like he should be there than why doesn’t bl just call himself and be a man about it? the whole thing also implies that sara really wants him there but for some reason she felt like she couldn’t invite him. i just feel badly for my sister. i was hoping that because i stood my ground that they’d give up and she wouldn’t have to go through the same stress of it all that i did. like she doesn’t have enough to think about to get ready for the wedding! so cross your fingers that this doesn’t turn into a very special episode of jerry springer! =)

dinner & a movie

last night morgan (12 year old sister) came over and we watched orange county. it was cute although i thought jack black’s role would be more substantial. i think he’s so funny. i just hope they don’t turn him into a cartoon of himself where he gets to be unbearable to watch like what happened with andy dick. when he was on news radio he was a riot. now i just can’t stand him. morgan and i had fun though. i just love being with her so much. she’s so sweet and melissa’s death has really made me appreciate my time with her even more. she helped me make tex mex mini chili chicken cups for today’s mexican food day at work. she’s so cute – she says to me “i bet everyone at your work wants you to bring in food, huh shanny?” she’s dropping hints like nobody’s business for us to have a baby. she wants a little nephew. we’re working on it.

sparkle

have you heard that song “sparkle” by rubyhorse? i heard it the other day and thought “they’ve stolen my title!” there’s a verse in it that says “look how you sparkle/ how you shine”. they’ll just have to be the official house band from here on out. i wonder if the song writer found my blog to be his inspiration? and my sister’s always said my blog title sounds like the name of a car wash! show’s what she knows huh? =)