November 11, 2004 Let's see: it's been a little while since the last entry, so what do we have to talk about? I had mucho fun at the tailgate on Saturday, although I had to stop drinking so I could go get my hair done and truck it on up north to Stacy and Kelly's reception. I never should have stopped drinking. I felt like hammered dog shit. It's funny how I felt better once I got to Maggiano's and had some wine. The food was excellent and the reception was beautiful. I caught the bouquet. Yeah, I know. It's ok. I took some of the wedding cake home to put under my pillow. One is supposed to sleep with the cake under one's pillow, and one will dream of the person they are supposed to marry. The cake sat on the chair in the living room until last night. I guess I wasn't in a hurry to dream about my future husband. The first time I tried this experiment was back in high school. I dreamt of a man in a tuxedo. Very dashing and James Bondish. Last night, I dreamt I was in a hotel room. My cat was there, which I can only imagine means she was sleeping on my face at the time. Anyway, a man comes in. He's tall and youthful. Good looking. I had the feeling he was supposed to be someone I already knew, but I couldn't place him. I was laying on the bed with my cat and we were chatting. He lays down on the bed with me and we start rolling around and making out. Suddenly, he throws me off him, leans over the side of the bed, and starts vomiting. Nice, huh? Apparently, in my dreams, as in waking life, I'm a sympathetic vomiter. Cause I almost started as well. I found him a trash can and walked out to see if we could get a different room. Note to self: Next time, just eat the cake. I spent some time in a laundromat yesterday. Those places are so fascinating. It's always such an interesting mix of people. When I lived in Nashville, I had to go to the laundromat every week. Now, I just had to go wash my comforters.  They don't fit in my washer and dryer. The laundromat is one of those places where I wonder about the people around me. What are their stories? Why is the husband and wife still arguing over which machine is bigger and why does she let him talk to her like that? There was a lady with her three or four year old daughter. The woman must have done 20 loads, judging by all the clothes. She said something about her washer being broken. Her daughter was running around in wet pants, having peed on herself. She was remarkably unconcerned about it. The joys of being young and just not having to care. I spent two hours yesterday rolling my change. I collect all my change and keep it in a... wait a minute, never you mind where I keep it. Anyway, I had no good reason to do it, but it kept me busy for a while. I started to wonder how much I would have had if I hadn't raided my stash for nickels and quarters back in February. April and I took a bus trip with the IceGators booster club and we had a stop over at a casino in Biloxi. I pumped all my silver into the slots. I won 40 bucks. Of course, I have no idea how much I spent to win it. I've been on an organizing kick lately. The plan for today is to go thru all my make-up and related products. I figure if I'm going to embark on that career again, I can make some room for new stuff. Plus, some of that stuff I've had for years and not all of it keeps. There is something psychologically satisfying about cleaning things out. It's definitely making me feel better.				Quotes Sports Links Blarchive Reading Hearing Seeing Emailing Home

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