cat chewing through food bag, gotta go

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So. After a lengthy discussion, Jef and I have decided to postpone the wedding date.
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HEH...y'all probably think there's some big heartfelt, "I'm not ready for this change" crap going on, don't you? Sorry, but no. My lease ends at the end of March, his at the end of September, and none of the possible complexes we could move into (his on a transfer, my current one) have 3 bedroom apartments. SO...we decided to push the date back to September.

Sure hope all of those plane tickets are refundable/transferrable. (snort)

This also works out well for a couple of guests on my list and I'm hopeful that it will work better for my matron of honor and a couple of family members.

Shit, that reminds me, I need to call various family members who don't use email and let them know. Thanks. I'll do that tomorrow.

Advantages to September - obvious logistical/financial/slacker-who-hasn't-done-as-much-as-she-should-
have-by-now ones.

Disadvantages - probability of 100 degree day much higher.

Hm...guess those tents are a definite on the ol' rental list, huh? I love Texas weather, by the way. Heat is always a possibility. The day may start out at 40 and end up at 80. Layers, we haz them.

I've had a little bit of wine, so y'know...Hi.

I finished another book - White Oleander. It was excellent. I have a book swap buddy at work and the copy I read was hers, so now I need to go out and buy my own copy so that I can highlight/mark a few things. Really, I recommend this book but, as always, with a caveat. There is a section in the book where you will look up from the page and cry, "Oh, sweet crispy JESUS, does this book ever get any happier??" The answer is, well...read it. No, they do not all walk into the sunset together, holding hands and clutching vanilla lattes, but it gets better. Trust me.

And do not talk to me about the movie. I have this weird thing where I actually can't deal with most movie adaptations of books. I prefer the written word, thank you. I'm almost scared to see movies of books that I've enjoyed because they usually get ruined. A good writer uses words...like..well..shit. Like I'm unable to right now. But that almost NEVER comes across in movies. Maybe it's because I was a big 'ol Stephen King fan back in junior high/high school and we all know how great his movies are. Ahem.

The Dallas Auto-rama was wonderful. What's the word for things that you wouldn't ordinarily do on your own but end up enjoying because you do them with a certain person? Whatever it is, that's the deal with me and car shows. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE classic/restored/custom cars. No, really. I do. I actually know how an internal combustion engine works and can (sort of) explain it to you. The ex and I briefly owned a 1968 Mustang that was MY car. I helped rebuild the brakes and work on it. And by helped I don't mean stood there in short shorts while holding a frosty beverage. I mean I rebuilt one side of the brakes after being shown how to do it on the first side, packed bearings, bled brake lines, replaced leaf springs. I like cars and not just because guys think it's cool. Turn over the engine on a '69 Camaro and I'm yours, baby. Barumpabrumbrumbrumrumpa.

Pardon me, where was I? Oh, car show, yes. Despite my love of the four-wheeled, wandering around for 5 hours in two rooms of custom cars (including a ridiculous amount of Chevy Belairs) is something that you kind of need the right company to handle well. (Or beer, which I also had on hand.) I had the right company. We joked about the cars, liked a lot of the same ones, knew which one the other would get all goose-bumpy about. AW.

And Jef got to meet George Barris, and his reaction was the best thing I've ever seen. Seriously.

OK. I think I'm out of gas. I still have to hunt down the links for a couple of things up there and the Project Runway reunion is on and I'm just plain tired of typing. Bye.


**Taken at Oktoberfest, yet another thing I haven't told you about yet. I know, I know. I suck.