I finally have my dress and Mandy knows how to bussel me. Glory be!

It was my last Friday night to do whatever I wanted before I get married. I watched a little TV, I talked on the phone to my Grandma for an hour, I learned the basic stitches to knit. That's right. I sat in front of my computer with knitting needles in hand and follwed along with "Knitting Made Easy--Interactive CD-ROM" and then sat in bed until 4 a.m. practicing. I'm going to make a fine knitter. Makes me feel a little more worthy in the wife category. Vic can tell his friends "She might not be such a great cooker or cleaner...but BOY HOWDY, she can KNIT!" Makes me proud.

Glad to know he's (probably) Icelandic. I thought maybe that was alien I was attempting to read. Sure did sign his "gestabok." I practiced my new name on it. One weird thing deserved another. How on earth did he find you!?!?!

So I decided to take a shower and do a practice with my hair last night. I blew it dry with my best hair products in it, on cold w/ my diffuser. I attempted to place my pretty head piece on my head exactly like the picture in the magazine. That girl must have a frickin' cone head! So I played with it until Mandy stopped laughing. It seems that I'm going to have to wear it up, WITH a veil thing. Kinda like Meestee's with just the poof tail hanging in the back. Where o' where will I find an ivory poof tail? Here is what I've come up with:

http://www.wegotgame.net/jen/veils.html

I now have:

2 yards of ivory tulle
1 clear plastic comb
2 boxes of the smallest beads they make in pearl and clear
1 beading needle
1 spool of clear thread
1 imagination

I will accomplish this. It is a test of my true abilities to be a handy dandy house wife. Rock on. May the force be with me.

Ok, so I broke down and called him. I'm glad I did. Mr. Ronnie is alive and doing well. AND he has email! Yeah, I love email. I sent him my websites, including this one. So maybe he'll stop by, and if he does....HOWDY! You know, I've known him for 10 years! That's a long time...almost 1/2 my life! Wowzers! I'm getting old. But he's even older...I suppose you turned the big 3-0 this year. Pretty soon you'll get the sr. citizen discount. hee hee.

My shower(s) were wonderful. It was a full day of just me, which meant that I was totally stressed out. Thank God for Coors Lite. It is completely overwhelming to receive so many gifts all at once. My big shower was fancy and lovely, complete with a piano player and delicate snacks. My night time shower was complete with a cowboy hat w/ a crown & veil and hard liquor.

Thank you notes start sounding like answering machines (stupid, generic, and meaningless) when you are forced to write so many. It's a good thing that I am unemployed.

And this year's award for Courage and Bravery goes toooo....Marissa the Marvelous! Yeah for her Dr. visit!

Hoo Hum. I can't sleep. This is getting to be annoying. As if 5 years of insomnia wasn't enough, now when I'm supposed to look as fresh and new as the morning dew I'm going to look tired and haggered. Poop on anxiety.

Tired the Noah's Ark game on Yahoo? Stupid and cheezy? Yes. Amusing? Yes, that too.

So the night before the wedding when there would typically be a rehearsal dinner, there will just be a dinner (no rehearsal, no rehearsal dinner). So it's just like we are all going to dinner and whoever wants to go can go, but everyone pays for their own. I'm not real sure about this; it's all FVN's family planning.

That's not the part that I want to type about, I really don’t care what we do Friday. I want to type about the fact that we are going to "Hole in the Wall." Yes, you read correctly, the name of the restaurant is one that is typically reserved for drinking establishments. FVN3 saw it on TV and "heard" that it's good. #3 told #4 about it and he thought it was cool. Seems that years ago these Italian dudes bought it because it is (was?) right next to a jewelry store. The opened a restaurant there and everything was normal. THEN they tunneled through the wall into the jewelry store and stole all the jewels. That's all I know and that is more than enough to tell me that I'm marrying into an INSANE family. Numbers 3 and 4 think this story is REALLY neat. Therefore the night before MY wedding will be spent in an Italian joint called Hole in the Wall.

So last night I dreamt that I was in this huge court room in my wedding dress and the jury was all of the people that I've forgotten to send invitations to. And the judge was this man, Bill Briley, that used to work for Billy Walker for like a million years and I've known my whole life and he retired about 5 years ago. Yeah, I hadn't even REMEMBERED that I had forgotten him, but he was looking at me over the top of his glasses (like he always did in real life) shaking his head slowing with a big hammer thing in his hand.

What do yall think this means?!?!

I still have 19 days left of this torturous anxiety.

Paxil, take me away!

Ahhh, zank you, Confusious. You word of wisdom come of great help.

Like I totally thought that you had like entered a contest or something and we were really going to go to FL to see their house. But no. I was terribly disappointed.

If I were anymore worthless I would totally stop existing. I got up at 9 and then took a nap from 1-4. That wouldn't be bad, except that's what I do everyday. Vic took a nap too, but he has to go to work at 7pm and stay til 7am. Me, well, I have to watch some TV. Maybe eat some dinner. OH! And let Nancy out to pee at least once or twice. Then I must go back to bed. Neat.