Friday

I'm tired.

Today, we got our marriage license in Santa Ana. We got lost.
Resisted the temptation of getting married on the spot. I know
my niece wants to do the honors.

Today, we visited the florist in Garden Grove. We did not get lost.

Today, we went to Coco's for an early lunch. We know where Coco's is.

Today, we went to the hairstylist/make-up salon in Tustin for a trial
run. We got lost. I got the hair done (WOW) but ran out of time for
the full make-up. I only got eyeliner and lips done.

Today, we went to the bathroom designer's house in Costa Mesa. We did
not get lost. We picked out everything beautiful for our new
bathrooms.

Today, the painter left me a message saying he doesn't know what color
to paint a bedroom. Since he did not receive instructions, he left.

Tonight, half my house is painted and I am wading through at least 5
loads of laundry.

Poltergeists Et Al

The Poltergeist. Not really sure what is going on here... but... it was serious enough to call PixelPi's cell phone from work in the middle of the morning. That poltergeist sheet freaked me out. Door closing by itself, TV coming on by itself, Woody freaking out, just weird. Ok, so I listen to George Noory every night... that doesn't mean I believe the sheet on his show.

Try taking a shower alone and whilst in said shower, bathroom door closes All By Itself.

Uh-huh, that's right. All By Itself.

Talk about getting to work on time! I was outta here right quick-like.

No!

May I please hope and pray that none of the video auditions attached show up at my ACTUAL reception?!

I am already freaked out enough about putting on (and enduring) the granddaughter-sized sausage casing that claims to be an undergarment... for which I will need a pulley system... to envelope (install) my fat arse.

Pulley system techs, unite!

If any guests have questions about audio/visual equipment, please post or email BEFORE we get to The Reception.

There is not enough Arid Dry on the planet to make me relax over this potentially horrid video sequence.

The Beginning of The Move

Ambitiously anticipating the three day weekend, I made a list of chores. Three whole days to get "everything" done...or not.



Get wedding dress altered.
Take dog to vet.
Get nails done.
Pack up all non-essential household items.
Visit mother in law to be.
Clean out junk drawer.
Take clothes to dry cleaner.

Seems harmless enough of a list, if one is organized and motivated, right? The only problem with this list is that under each item are probably three or four other items that play into the project at hand...I think perhaps I need a reality check.