Seriously. Seriously??

So today I was informed that my brother is of the opinion that I feel like his wedding is something I’m not excited about, and I’m more concerned with my own life that I’m not excited for him.  That I feel the wedding is something to be wedged into an available weekend in my life.  Um, I’m sorry, but WTF?  This fucking wedding has consumed all waking hours of my non-work life for the last few months I feel like.  It’s not even MY wedding.  My friends are so tired of hearing me talk about it I’m sure.

I have done the save the date cards.  I have bought eight dresses to wear as a bridesmaid only to return them ALL.  I have another five that arrived today that I need to try on.  I spent a few weeks working on the gift with my mother’s help for the last bridal shower.  I have an engagement party this weekend–outside, in the sleet no less–followed by a bridal party excursion to Kings Dominion so we can ‘get to know one another’.  Next weekend is the bachelorette weekend, which I am SO over as something I wouldn’t have done when I was 21, much less 38.  The weekend was chosen because it is the same weekend as another shower.  Oh, and while we’re at it, the other bridesmaids have decided to throw a surprise shower for Carrie that weekend.  A naughty lingerie shower.  Which I am enough of an old fart to admit that I don’t enjoy them.  Plus, ew.  This is my baby brother we’re talking about.  I’m pretty sure my future SIL isn’t wearing a chastity belt (or if she does, that’s kinky stuff between her and my brother), still there is an ick factor.  That doesn’t count the six hours I spent yesterday coming up with the monogram design for the hotel gift bags to show mom today, and once I get paper tomorrow I have to make 60 of them.  Oh, and let’s throw in prepping for the rehearsal dinner and the photo station, the wedding itself, the brunch afterwards, and oh yeah I STILL HAVE TO FIND A FREAKING DRESS.  And playing the sister-therapist role as my father is his usual prick-of-a-self, along with his wife, and insults and offends Drew by not coming to a single blasted event.  So he vents to me.  And I can’t say “what’d you expect, that is what he has done since before we were born”, instead I have to be sister-therapist. Then you throw in Thanksgiving and the usual family drama that makes me want to move somewhere around Boulder every year this time. . . .

But I digress, for after all I evidently am only thinking about myself.  And to a point that is true–I’m thinking about myself to the point that I am working my ass off so that I can PAY for all this stuff, for if I don’t work I don’t get paid, and god knows the showers alone are bankrupting me.  I am thinking about myself to the point that I am trying to find a freaking black dress that conforms to the “tea length, must have some sort of sleeves, no additional ornamentation, no sparkles” rules that I was given (side rant: there’s something to be said for the hated bridesmaid dress.  They pick it out, you buy it, you probably hate it, you never wear it again.  End of story.)  I am thinking of myself in that this wedding is three days that I have to take off work, and therefore not get paid, right at Christmas.  I am thinking of myself in that I have a house that needs to be cleaned with a snow shovel at this point to clear a path through each room because I am not home enough to clean.

Yeah, I feel really fucking selfish, you asshole.

And maybe just a bit bitter.

Odd News Update

It’s been awhile, so it’s time again for the things that I found interesting online today!

  • Oh how I wish I had been there!  I love Prosecco, it’s one of my favorite wines.  Today I found a news article that shows I’m not the only one, as a plumbing mistake turned water into wine during a public celebration in Marino, Italy.  Evidently during the town’s Sagra dell’ Uva, or Grape Festival, there is a point when sparkling white wine flows from the fountains in the main square.  But this year locals and tourists were surprised to receive water instead of wine as a mistake by the plumbers meant the wine was switched to local homes.  How many people do you think managed to stock up before they festival officials alerted the local town magistrates???
  • This one from my brother.  It is just so unthinkable that I have a hard time comprehending it.  (Or, as he said, it’s a pain in the Continue reading

News of the Odd and Absurd

Sometimes I think that my life is absurd.  That things just aren’t right.  That there just couldn’t be anyone else that has this much of a soap opera of a life.

And then I read the newspapers.  I mean, good grief, my life is downright boring.  Family dysfunction, unemployment, life in general is nothing compared to how things are going around the world.  There are some truly messed up things going on out there.  The apathy and ignorance shown by society is a hoot.  Here are a few things that caught my eye.  Some are hilarious, some are sad, some are historic, some are just interesting.  I stuck to my no more than ten rule, but I’m afraid that one of them is a bit long.  Enjoy reading:

  • Roger Ebert has long been an icon in the entertainment industry.  With his original partner, Gene Siskel, the two could make or break a movie based on a simple hand movement.  With the recent revamping of their TV showAt the Movies, both Ebert and Siskel’s replacement, Richard Roeper have voluntarily decided to leave.  Ebert wrote a wonderful eulogy of sorts for the show, and you can read his bittersweet farewell here.
  • I cannot believe that Continue reading

It’s a crazy world we live in, part 2

Okay, here’s some more stuff that I just think is worth mentioning.  To continue from yesterday:

  • How is it that I have never heard of this woman before?  Irena Sendler saved 2500 children from the Warsaw Ghetto in 1942-1943.  A teacher thought that the number was actually a typo, and four high school girls–Megan Stewart, Elizabeth Cambers, and Jessica Shelton, and Sabrina Coons–did their research to see if it was correct for a school project.  Not only is the number accurate, it is probably grossly underreported.  The four girls wrote a play about it called Life in a Jar, so named because Sendler was part of a group that smuggled children out of the concentration/work camps and gave them to others to raise under a pseudonym.  In the hopes of reuniting the children with their families someday Sendler wrote their true name on a slip of paper, stuck it in a jar, and buried the jar in a neighbor’s garden.  She was captured by the Germans and imprisoned for awhile herself until a guard accepted a bribe from her partners-in-arms and helped her get free.  Continue reading

It’s a crazy world we live in

So there have been some weird reports of things going on lately.  I don’t understand how this kind of stuff gets more air time than the TWO WARS that we are currently participating in, but hey I don’t write the news I just convey the wacko stuff to the general public.

One note: I think I can oh so easily go overboard.  So here’s my new self-imposed rule: No more than ten news items at a time.  So here we go!  Wacko news items and then a few interesting articles that I found recently as well.

  • You know anytime I see anything with the Muppets I have to pass it along.  So here is the obligatory posting. Did you ever wonder where your favorite characters come from? This article reveals it all.  Who knew that Animal was based on Keith Moon.  Well, maybe.  Then again, who cares.  They’re just so much fun.  Here‘s another video of Sam the Eagle trying to be patriotic with backup support.  Watching Animal say na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na cracked me up.
  • Wal-Mart is taking over America.  Well, all but the southeastern part of Oregon.  Here is video proof. Continue reading

Headlines that made me stop and think last week. . . .

Over the last week, there have been some things that made me stop and think.  Think about what we are doing to our planet, think about how we are losing so many of our natural resources, thinking about how I really don’t care who Jennifer Aniston is dating or what café they have eaten at lately.  Here are some of the ones that, for whatever reason, caught my eye:

  • In my mind, money is money.  I know people that laugh at those that collect change in a jar, but I’m here to say that that aforementioned jar has allowed me to pay my electric bill or buy milk in the past, so I say money is money be it a penny or a $100 bill.  Evidently this man feels the same way I do.  He tried to prepay for his gas, and he only wanted $10 worth.  Granted, he was trying to pay in pennies, but what’s wrong with that?  The article doesn’t say if it was pre-rolled or not, something I probably would have done in advance to make it easier, but it certainly wasn’t worth calling the police in and reporting the man as abusive and hostile.  If gas prices there are as bad as they are in the rest of the world, what’s wrong with putting the copper Abe Lincoln to use rather than having them sit around in an old jar somewhere? Continue reading

Sometimes what is considered news just baffles me

You know, there are legitimate news stories. Sad, happy, scary, serious, trivial . . . but legitimate. News, sports, entertainment, weather, culture, international . . . also legitimate. Tim Russert died. Floodwaters in Iowa. Wildfires throughout the country. All legitimate.

Then there is the other news. The stuff that I just don’t believe is considered worthy of headlines, yet various websites and news services deem noteworthy. These are some of the examples:

  • In Genoa, Italy a man kidnapped his ex girlfriend. Yes that is a crime. I get that. He was mad at her for leaving him, so he kidnapped her. The motivation behind it is what cracks me up–he needed someone to iron his clothes and do the dishes.
  • A man in Singapore was arrested for molesting 23 women in 15 months. He is to serve 14 years in jail and receive 18 strokes of the cane (Caning on the buttocks is an additional punishment for male criminals in Singapore for offenses ranging from vandalism to illegal possession of drugs and rape). Again, molestation is a legitimate crime and deserves harsh punishment. But he did not sexually molest these women. He was convicted for sniffing their armpits. He received such a harsh sentence because of the extreme likelihood that he may repeat the crime. Hey, you never know. He might work for Secret–it’s strong enough for a man, but made for a woman, remember? Continue reading