Well....we're gonna have to kill sumpthin.

I'm in Arkansas for Jenny's wedding. Today was rehearsal. Tomorrow is the big event.

I love watching and observing when people do life differently than me. It never seems to fail to startle me when I observe and realize there are people out there who think differently. Until it stares me in the face I just think...doesn't everyone think like this?

After a couple rounds of practicing what we'll be doing tomorrow we were standing around thinking through some of the details and the guest book was one of the things that needed someone assigned to it. Someone was given the task of getting some pens to put on the table. The someone was a male. It was jokingly thrown out that the pens needed to be fancy with something like feathers or fluff attached to it. Even though I knew they were joking, my mind immediately and instantly started clicking through what the options were to get feathers. Jo-Anns, Michaels, Hobby Lobby, Wal-mart craft section.

While my mind was looking for options one of the guys in the group (and this is a family of hunters, and fishers and outdoorsman) said, "well....I guess were gonna have to kill sumpthin with feathers on it". Yep, the rest agreed. Then another voice offered the fact that he had seen a wild turkey dead on the side of the road recently.

Inside I just laughed. It was as instinctual for these hunters to hear "feathers" and think of a bird, as for this crafter to hear "feathers" and think of a craft store.

Two weddings and a dress.

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I'll be heading to Arkansas to be in my former roommate's wedding. I thought my bridesmaiding days were long past, but this weekend will be my second round of bridesmaid duties in 2 months. In December I was in Meagan Carey's wedding. This weekend I'll be in Jenny Christner's wedding.

There is always the running joke that a bride will pick out a garrish dress for her bridesmaids with the thought that she's picking a dress that "can be worn again". This time, it happened. Meagan broke with tradition and gave a few simple guidelines for what she wanted us to wear.

Black. Floor length. Period. Shoes... Black. Each bridesmaid picked her own dress.

A dress was purchased. Worn. Retired. Or so I thought. Shortly after New Year's Jenny called with the news that she was engaged, planning a short engagement and soon wedding plans were under way. I am her only attendant and due to the fact that I had a perfectly good dress all ready to go she was fine with recycling the dress. So the dress becomes one of the few bridesmaid dresses that really does get worn again.

The shoes are absolutely the most painful shoes I've ever put on my feet. I can take about 7 steps in them before my feet scream out for relief. I kind of knew that when I bought them, but darn it.....I love them. Feeling in your feet is over rated.

Back when I was beautiful

My favorite band, Bon Jovi, recently released an album on which there is a song titled, Back When We Were Beautiful. (which I would argue, they still are, but that isn't my point today....)

My sister and her family recently got a dog. A funny, quirky little dog. At the time of meeting him I'm not sure I would have called him beautiful, but through a series of somewhat minor medical events he had an unfortunate reaction to some medicine he was given. His entire body has broken out in, for lack of proper medical terms, itchies. Being a dog, he has responded by scratching the itchies until he has dug big, gaping holes in his skin. Most of his back is now shaved. He is red. Raw. Smelly. Miserable. Not beautiful.

When I came across this pic I thought a good title for it was "back when I was beautiful".

Poor, itchy, Diesel. I rooting for you buddy. If there is positive doggy karma out there I'm trying to send you some. Feel better.

Finally.

Finally.

This weekend I bought brand new computer. On Monday I swtiched from dial-up to cable modem, high speed internet. Today my wireless router arrive. Now, I am sitting on my couch, with my lap top and internet that doesn't take 4 minutes per page to load. I may never need to leave my couch again.

Finally.

The computer technology in my house is from the year 2010. Before this weekend, it was circa 1998. Really.