And it’s going to be epic. I only wish that I could get some time to soak in the moment of it.

But oh, it’s a secret, Shuuuuush.

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“I’m not rude, I’m honest. I just speak what’s on my mind, even if most can’t handle the truth.”

Dumbest statement in the history of dumb statements.  Please note, hyperbole. But still, the very crux of this phrase just irks the hell out of me.

Firstly, you don’t assume one thinks you’re rude unless you know what you have to say is… well… rude. On that note, just cause you think it doesn’t mean you have to say it. Being able to chose when to speak and when not to speak is a skill you are supposed to glean as you get older. Brutality in honest is a childish thing and speaking your mind when no one else cares what you think is just immature.

Secondly, I take offence to this phrase because it debases honesty to become an excuse for being rude. In my opinion, a virtue should never be used to excuse poor etiquette. It may be an explanation for, or an insight to why someone feels justified to act short. But reasons are reasons, not excuses.

Most importantly, I believe that being honest and being rude are two completely independent items from each other. I think that a lot of people equate ‘rudeness’ with ‘honesty’ but the honesty should be dependent on fact, and the other dependent on attitude. I believe that honesty shouldn’t excuse rudeness.

I guess I think it shouldn’t be acceptable to be rude, especially when you’re honest. Rudeness is an attitude. Honesty is an action.

A LOT.

Okay, not a lot, but I do think about you often. and I wonder sometimes if you think about me too. Oh, yeah, no– I don’t want that friendship back but at the same time, I find great pleasure in discovering what kind of a person you became after me.

No less angry, I see.

And I find it strange that I do want to know what kind of life you lived after that nuclear fallout. I mean, at that end there I didn’t want anything to do with you, and not just because every time we spoke, I’d cry– and not just becuase any time I knew you were coming, I’d grow uncommonly hostile.  Shouldn’t your things not matter to me?

Maybe I think of the past and those people in my past a lot. I do, and I don’t find this uncommon. I keep tabs on friends, many of whom later thank me and say ‘It’s too bad we weren’t closer /back then/’. And I wonder to myself, ‘but I thought that we were closer’.

Side-tracked.

What I meant to say when I started this, is:

“Who else finds other people’s drama interesting? Even if you are no longer (or never were) a part of their lives…”

So, when did it become acceptable behavior to make plans with someone– only to cancel it the minute your plans were suppose to begin?

More and more often as I get older I realize that it is so hard to meet up with people in real life any-more; and even though it is so easy to communicate and make those plans, it is more and more common for people to say ‘lets get together’ followed, at the eleventh hour, with ‘I’m going to take a rain check. Sorry’.

Not that I am totally against the ‘now’ generation decision making. I get it, sometimes things come up last minute. But when it becomes habbit– or expectation; what kind of manners are those. Acceptable, I guess.

I remember the age before cell phones and texting– when my parents taught me ettiquite, they said you should make plans and hold them. It’s a mark of respect to the people you arrange plans with. I mean… before cell phones, no one would know where you were if you were late, or if you would ever show up.

Just because you can tell someone where you are or why you can’t come, doesn’t mean you have a good excuse not to come.

So I feel like I should devote a good post to my wonderful wedding dress.

No sir– I did not get the wedding dress of my dreams. Though it may help that I didn’t ever really dream about my dress before my day. I’m not much of a dress person so in simple terms. It was a strappless, beaded corsage with a ballgown waist and fluffy lumps. (that is the scientific term for it, ‘fluffy lumps’). When the photographer showed my mom and my MIL the bustles on my dress– they flipped bananas. (and actaully, looking at the pictures later, I thought it was pretty damn cool)

So let me tell you as story.

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Trying to catch up with wedding news, and– if you haven’t been able to tell: am failing rather miserably about it.

For those who are in the loop (which, if you read this blog, probably means you are) I got hitched about a month ago. We had a very short engagement– Early July to late November… four months.

I’ve heard shorter.

When I made the announcement that I was engaged to be married– so many people asked this question first: “HOW DID HE DO IT?”

I almost always look/feel/get nervous to explain the details of our engagement story. Largely because I thought it was perfect– but my perfect/romantic/special moment couldn’t really be summed up in the engagement story; what was the pinnacle of perfection in our engagement day was so much more than a proposal story….

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I really ought to put up stuff about my wedding. But I’m so damn busy. It’s been … well… so damn busy.

So… I really want to buy a live lobster from the local grocery store. (And by local, I mean ‘Texan’  and no where else).  I want to cook it and eat it and it will be happy.

To prepare for my happiness I wanted to look up the cost of the lobsters online. So I googled the store name and then live lobsters. The third or fourth option down the list was titled the following:  ”Stop the Selling of Live Lobsters! – The Petition Site.”

I thought to myself: “There is possibly a good reason as to why this person would want my lovely grocery store to stop selling live lobsters,” so I clicked the link and read the petition.

Some people are so dumb.

I do realize that it is fashionable to state the protection of animal rights and I do not believe in testing makeup on rabbits. But, really, said person has never considered where their food came from before writing this singular petition.

But then again, maybe it’s the Chinese in me, where we get all our live market meats in crates the size of shoe boxes and piles upon piles of eatable critters stacked on more piles of eatable critters. The Lobsters in the tanks at the grocery store can swim around, wave their rubberbanded claws, and comment about all the dumb people at the supermarket store that they live their last days in.

The tanks are not in-humane….

Anyway, the petition was set to expire in 2008. It has gleaned 85/2500 signatures. I think it’s safe to say that the lobsters in those tanks won’t be going away any times oon.

okay, yeah, score another point for the pointless blogs.

I went ahead and bought the Lobster anyway. The guy at the grocery store called him Larry and he was about three pounds. I realized when I got home that I didn’t have any lobster hammers or other fun things like that, but I went ahead to cook him anyway.

Would have gone off without a hitch if my lobster buddy didn’t decide to do handstands inside my not-as-big-as-I-thought soup pot. So his tail was sticking out most of the dying portion of the cooking experience. I flipped him over and cooked it the other way around after ward. But as a result, may have over cooked it slightly. It was still tender and juicy. And anyway, I like my shellfish a little tough.

now, the question is: What to do with lobster butter….

The whole thing went well. Thank God for my family. Really. The epic Thanksgiving degree of ‘thank God’ for my family.

Despite all the early panic and naysay from SOME people, my planning was just right. Not too busy, not too broken. I honestly think we surprised everyone.  The families had the same reaction that Greed had when we first went to visit our venue. The moment of ‘oh god what is going to happen next’ followed by “DID YOU BUY THE WATERFALL TOO?”

We even had a stork watch the wedding ceremony. How effing cool was that?

Everything went along so well and the atmosphere was so nice that not even that bitchy couple on the bridge got me down. Funny story about that– for later. ha ha.

Anyway…. Play-by-play when I get my computer back.

It’s just safe to say for now:– It was a good weekend. =}