a quiet weekend.

Really for all the time we spent watching movies and hiding in the house, we did get some things done. We registered today at Dillards for things like glassware, dishes galore, my KitchenAid mixer, a waffle iron, fabulous bedspreads, towels, a clock and some other random things. Need to add a wine rack. We can muck about with our registry online which is one of the best parts of it and why we eventually choose the store. It has the added advantage of being nationally available for those folks who don't leave their hometowns.

The registry person gave me all sorts of booklets and brochures, and even a thing for free makeovers. How bizarre.

Watched Near Dark this evening, and while it was interesting in spots I don't understand why it's considered so iconic. Much less how it inspired White Wolf's Vampire if I've heard correctly. Bill Paxton was a hoot however. Perhaps years of living amongst redneck boys has innured me to their charms on the big screen. I don't like my vampires to be whiny bastards either. I want blood drinking super fast death dealers in a vampire movie. Though I'll settle for Kate Beckinsale in her shiny tight pants in a pinch, just cause she's cute.

Television is so weird. I've only ever seen one entire episode of ER and it happens to be on right now. I just finished watching a first season episode of X-Files. Legal television dramas are by far the strangest, and they make me glad I don't work in that field.

There are two mice that creep into our kitchen, small and brown. We bought some no kill traps, but they haven't worked so far and we are going to have to use old fashioned rat traps. I feel a bit bad about it, but at the same time I don't want mice living in our kitchen. Poor dumb mice. I wish they would just crawl in the little boxes so I could carry them off to the woods.

I've been on the internet so long that I've grown intolerant of a lot of behaviours. The same blind, black & white strident voices that existed in my BBS days are still here, with spiffier pages and pictures. I loathe the attention seeking, the drama creation, the inability to acknowledge that so very few things have right answers. Maybe I'm too old. Maybe too cranky. But some days, I want to ship all these people into the sun.

I wouldn't trade this for anything

It boggles me how soon and how far away December is, and how strange it is to think it was only just June when I really started dating Alan. How bizarre how bizarre. I should probably start addressing envelopes. And buy stamps. Dear god, this thing will never get off the ground if it depends on me getting to the post office.

The invites list stresses me out more than most anything else, because I'm terrified all of them will show with people in tow and there's nowhere to park! Ah well. Oddly enough it was a discussion about the guest list that turned into a fight in which my first engagement ended. I very rarely pause to wonder what my life would have been like if I had proceeded with that wedding. Very different, but it doesn't bother me any more. These things, I'm letting go a bit more every year.

I'm happy now, and that's the important thing really.

Work continues to be appallingly slow and despite the words of our general Bradshaw, I saw a troop of new hires following Kimberly round the building this afternoon. I can only hope they won't put one in my state. There's not enough work to keep me, much less a second person.

Must resist urge to dye wedding dress red. I must I must. It was the one big compromise I made.

Nothing really was cleaned this weekend, so I must try during the week. Though I have yet to watched the Chow Yun-Fat film I borrowed...