Monkeys and keyboards aside, one Random + CSS still doesn't make poop.

Pics are coming! The hangover, thankfully, is gone.


Yeah, some'll go up here and some'll prolly get locked somewhere and . . . Okay, so it's too early and I might need hydrated more. :D

Best-remembered highlight?

Having the ceremony, having people start to get all emo, having our little preacher guy ask me if I take Zen (and so forth) . . . and me cracking the crowd up by answering "Yarr."

Second-best remembered highlight?

Marching out onto the porch, sword in hand, and shouting "THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!" . . . and then slaying the pirate pinata.


The rest? The pig was awesomely tasty, the dogs were amazingly good, the parents were relatively under control, and . . . Well, I was up at seven and started drinking at noon. "Pre-gaming" doesn't cover it. I just remember helping finish four different wine bottles. Between the shots and white Russians and all, of course. :D



Also: Ttrin, I got your package! And I lol'd. Thankies! You have more patience than I to pull off cross-stitches of this size. :D



The yard is a mess and I must fix it. :P But on a gleeful/"oh shit where will I put all this" note . . . We're gonna have the biggest fucking Halloween party ever.

Last minute to-do:

Clean fridge, computer area, & more of the house

Get garbage out

Mow the lawn/fight the remnants of yard scariness

Survive the parents

Inflict twin coronaries on the parents with my wedding outfit :D :D :D

Collect bread, more bread, olive oil, a garbage can on wheels, more garbage bags, butter, fruit salad, flowers, mixers, frozen buckets of happiness, and newageamazon

Find my damn tights

Drill the Rachel Brice DVD to the point of muscle failure Mission accomplished! D:


By the time this is all over? This will be me.


Now: To bindi or not to bindi? That's a very good question. And with a few boxes of bindis ranging from traditional dots to full-on inch-plus jeweled tribal awesomeness . . . I may just end up playing with them rather than wearing them.




Happy thought of the day, as passed on via email forward: Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, Satan shudders & says...
"Oh shit...she's awake!"

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Last minute oh-shit list:

Cake--Ordered, paid for, pick up Saturday at/around 11am (& add silly decorations then as the lady had no skulls or treasure chests to offer)

Chicken--Ordered, unpaid, pick up Saturday at/around 11am

Rent-a-preacher: Rented, arriving at appropriate time

Wedding license: on hand

Piggie--ordered, deposit mailed, beheaded upon request, pick up & complete payment on Friday, (start cooking at 7:30 or 8am Sat.)

Tent & tables--ordered, paid for (need five extra tables), delivery & setup on Friday

Skirt--arriving soon? (Or else I shall have a human pinata.)

Parents: arriving Thursday

Uber-weeding project: Thursday?

Collect newameamazon--Friday afternoon


Need:

Watermelon for whale

fruit salad

c. 100lbs charcoal

c. 5 quarts lighter fluid

clean more

citronella oil/lamp oil

more flowers?

find the damned thank you cards I only bought last year

fix up/clean the bathroom

paint the fence

clean more

Bandana-nana-nana?

collect my massively scattered shiny things and put them in one (One!) place

(Add more shinies to the outfit!)

newageamazon, did you want dreads too?

clean lots

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Yesterday my mom wanted to know if we had the cake together yet. "Not here," I told her, "but we know where we're gonna get it."

"A real cake," she said. "Not a Giant Eagle one, not one of those sheet cakes."

"That's a real cake. I tested."

"No it's not." She's been sporadically going on these "YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING TRADITIONAL!" kicks. As I don't give two shits about tradition, the kicks have usually failed.

"Well, I don't have a hundred fifty dollars to get a rum cake from DeLallo's, so sheet cake it is."

Key word in the phrase "usually failed"? Usually.

". . . Well, we said we'd do something for you, and you need to have a real cake. So let us know if you need a check, or if we could call and pay for it, or what."


This, guys, is how Random got her cake upgraded. :D

So Oni's been eating my garden. This sucks. I intend to pick my damned bouquet out of my garden, and that becomes rough when he keeps pulling the flowers out by their roots & digging holes in the planters.

But it's mean to shorten his lead any more. He already spins in circles until the thing kinks up and he can barely move off the porch.

Thus, the next rational option was to shift everything over and build a roadblock.



Okay, so "rational" may not be the best word to use. But the neighbors watched me carry these clunkers around, and I'm now pretty sure they're terrified of me. Zen's grandmother is a slightly different case; she's taken to calling me "the powerful Katrinka." I'm not sure where she got that one, but it kinda makes me feel like I need big blonde braids. :P

To do:

get wedding license

finish costuming

mail invites

garden, lots

clean house, lots

get extraneous food stuff (week of)

pick up the pig (day before)

get dog crates for honeymoon travels(?)

cakey things

Done:

tent rental (arriving & being set up day before)

his costuming

printed invitations

my ring (bought, in transit)

pig reservation

honeymoon house/vacation setup

lanterns, torches, pyro-type thingies :D

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I think I found the worst sentence in the entire world.

Mysterious, this object drew Erika just as the lustrous eyes of Dracula drew Mina Harker toward her potential doom in a novel that was not likely to be a source for literary allusions suitable to the average formal dinner party in the Garden District but that was in her downloaded repertoire nonetheless.
Dean Koontz--Frankenstein, City of Night

Granted, this was on the first page I opened to, so the book may contain a whopper or six yet. But I showed it to one coworker, who went into shrieking gales of laughter and then demanded I find something worse to show her come Monday.
Likely? Not really. Bah.

~~

Current objective: get more stuff on etsy, get invitations printed, get red ribbon, and get t00bs addressed.

The better half turned up at work yesterday to tell me that I'd gotten a package from Singapore addressed to R. Andom. I didn't remember who I knew in that area, or who'd address the package that way. Confusion resulted. I got home later that night (having been assured that the package was neither leaking, smelling, twitching, nor ticking) to find a huge box from lil_monk, complete with a card, weird squishy candy, shiny earrings, and a big nifty oceany vase.

Thanks, lil_monk! That's our first official wedding gift!


(Yesterday was the two months left mark. Oh god! We've gotta get these damned invitations out.)