well well

It's good to know there are 14 miles between the TXDOT office up near Parmer & 35, and the title office at 10th & Lavaca. It's also good to know that despite all that "free" parking, there is still no where to park. I circled the area for twenty minutes. It cost me $100 to get the title transfered the car registered, but at least it's done and I will never ever have to go there again.

On the bright side, it meant I got to have lunch with Cate and talk about breasts, horror movies and make fun of the scary crowd of Dell drones. I would now like to return to bed.

hello world

Drinking cherry Mountain Dew mixed with Pepsi is the closest thing I can get to cherry cola at work. The mixture requires a little more Pepsi than Mountain Dew to get the taste right. In my defense, it is not as weird as Alfonso mixing powerade, lemonade and a bit of Coke, micorwaving it for a minute and a half, and pronouncing it tea. Though, it did smell like tea...

We're having lunch on Wednesday at Chinatown with my father. Keep hoping it is all a good sign. Now that the car stuff is out of the way, I can start concentrating on other errands for the week, like clearing closet space and actually hanging my clothes up. I have forgotten what it is like to not have to live out of a suitcase. I'm discovering clothes I completely forgot about, like this green tshirt and the white sparkly one I bought last summer, and this comfortable blue bra. It's novel. Who knew I owned so many clothes? I need to pack the rest of my books and decide what to do about the table. Seriously tempted to sell it, as I hardly ever use it anyhow. Perhaps someone I know needs a dining table and chairs.

The bookcase I'll keep, and put in the living room. Once we pick up the desk, I need to decide if I want to put it in the living room or the bedroom. One day we might even acquire a dresser, though for the moment a pair of laundry baskets and some sturdy boxes serve.

My grandmothers have both asked what we want for the wedding, and I have no idea what to tell them. We should just go out and register I suppose. Maybe have more than two plates. The whole business makes me shrug or throw my hands up in the air, depending on the mood.

The second tiara has been won, and will hopefully ship very soon. Why is everything coming from Hong Kong? That's so bloody far away. Not to mention the last auction was done in pounds sterling and I had to convert everything over at this mornings exchange rate before I could pay. I worry they might try to screw me over on it. All I want is the tiara damn it.

I attempt to save money but the wedding and real life eats away at it. Thank my lucky stars my grandmother is sending me a check to cover a few things, because I certainly couldn't be doing this without her. All that seems to remain for me to find funding for is the veil, the alterations and the other half of the rental fee. It scares me to spend this much money. Scares the hell out of me to try and coordinate all these people as well, because of my control freak tendencies. I'm not Bridezilla yet, but oh how much do I want to issue imperatives and demand everyone do as I say when I say. I'm terrified of people I barely know or don't know at all showing up with their entire families in tow, or with dates. There's a finite amount of space, practically no parking and I'll have a fit. I worry about this more than I worry about my parents arguing, stage fright about having to walk in a blindingly white dress in front of lots of people, or most other wedding woes.

This is the pause where he would tell me to breathe, that it will work out, it's going to be fine. Control button, control alt delete restart breathe. Repeat as needed. Have a drink.
Across the office I can hear Alan laughing.