Happy Wednesday

Hello Loyal Readers. I almost wrote down gentle readers, but decided that if I started comparing myself to Miss Manners, I'd have to stop swearing. And I'm just not up to that today.

It's been a bit since I updated this. I blame either the fact that too much has happened, or that I'm scared to death of what is going to happen and don't want to write about it because then it will seem real.

If things go as planned, and contingency plans don't interfere - the fella and I are buying a house. It was built February 17, 1910. If everything goes well, we're totally having a birthday party for the house. Consider yourselves invited. We are supposed to close October 1 - and I keep getting a sick-like feeling every time I think about it. The contingency plans scare me. They might be plan A), they might be plan D. There's too much in the air right now.

Work is work. Nuff said. I could bore you with stories about how I screamed when I saw a giant 8 ft long snake try to eat my co-worker, or with how we found multiple dead bodies on the second floor of an abandoned house, but I'd be slightly (just slightly mind you) exaggerating - also the bodies were mostly rats and birds, so don't overly freak out. I've decided I need to present a "Good Job" award at the next office party. My plan is to put the pictures of all the gross stuff my co-workers and I have seen while in the field into a picture frame and present it to someone. I've got more pictures of nasty toilets than pictures of nasty spiders.

Wedding planning still blows, and I still have a secret wish for the Vegas thing. Although, I have to say, I discovered the beauty that is Ebay. I bought the coolest hat. It has a brim, and feathers coming off the back of it in a spray, and a half veil. I fully plan on taking it with me when I go dress shopping and sending the "bridal consultants" into conniption fits.

In addition to the February party, I'm planning a Guy Fawkes Party this year. Any kind of invite that starts off with burning people in effigy and fireworks can't be overly bad. Right? Heck, I'm kind of a party planning fool. "Remember, Remember, the 5th of November!"

I'm also turning 30 this year. That's the first time I've written that, and boy - it just made me feel old. So I figure I should have a birthday party. My fella tells me I'm not allowed to plan it, and that he's going to do something. I sort-of threatened to invite a ton of people over and dress up as Death (It helps that sentence if you remember I'm a halloween baby) and set up the keg and stand over it with a sickle. I still think it would be fun.

Cheers.

B