Am I just getting OLD? Anyone who's been reading here for awhile knows I detest bad drivers. Mostly because there are so many of them. That or they all seem to be driving when I'm driving.

Anyway, after tropical storm Isidore hit last week they were out again. Don't people know that if there is an officer directing traffic in an intersection because of whatever reason, that you should obey what they are telling you to do? Isn't it common knowledge (or at least driver's handbook knowledge), that when a traffic light is out, the intersection becomes a four-way stop? How about when the light is flashing yellow, you should yield to oncoming traffic? And when the light is flashing red, you should stop until it is safe to go through the intersection? Or that when the road is wet, you should allow for extra area between your car and the car in front of you as well as extra time for stopping?

I honestly don't see how some of these people made it through their driving test.


The Friday Five

1. What are your favorite ways to relax and unwind? Reading, watching the waves of the Gulf, taking a hot bubble bath, drinking a cold beer, drinking hot chocolate on a cold morning or chocolate milk on a warm night.

2. What do you do the moment you get home from work/school/errands? Let the dog out, let the dog in, let the dog out, clean up a little, let the dog in.

3. What are your favorite aromatherapeutic smells? Lavender is very relaxing for me and citrus is very invigorating.

4. Do you feel more relaxed with a group of friends or hanging out by yourself? With a group of friends - old friends.

5. What is something that you feel is relaxing but most people don't? Swedish massage - I've often been told that it's pretty painful for a lot of people.



So we're back, and we're hitched. And oh-so-happy. The whole week went pretty well with people starting to arrive on Wednesday and not leaving until Sunday. We were extremely busy trying to keep everyone entertained, but we definitely had a really great time doing it.

The wedding day was absolutely beautiful with not a single rain drop. Dave and I could barely make it through the ceremony. Even though we wrote a lot of it, saying the words to eachother was overpowering. The reception was just as we had envisioned it - laid-back and fun. And we did our job - everyone got laid (or leid). We went out on a trolley with the wedding party to several bars for a few hours after the reception and besides the wedding that was probably my favorite part of the day. We finally got to spend some time with just our good friends and have a few beers and a few laughs.

We had about four cameras snapping all day (not including the disposables at the reception), so I'm sure we're going to have a ton of pictures. One of the cameras was operated by someone we affectionately labeled the "picture-nazi" after about the first hour. Let's say she had a unique personality, but she had some great ideas for pictures and kept us all in line. Here are a two of the first pictures available, there will definitely be more to come.

jenanddave.jpg Just me and Sweet Dave.

weddingparty.jpg The wedding party.



"There's no doubt in my mind that we should allow the world worst leaders to hold America hostage, to threaten our peace, to threaten our friends and allies with the world's worst weapons."—George W. Bush, South Bend, Ind., Sept. 5, 2002

So I apologize in advance for my lack of posting-to be, because I am a wife-to-be. We're getting married this weekend and I probably will not be posting much until we return from a wonderful weekend on the beach. I will be posting pictures, though, so be sure to check back to see our glowing newly-married faces.

In less than 48 hours people will start arriving. In 4 days, everyone who's coming will be here. In 5 days, we'll be married. In 5 days and a few hours we'll be drinking, dancing, and smashing cake in eachothers' faces, then later we'll be doing the, well nevermind. In 6 days we'll be opening presents and everyone will be leaving to return to their normal lives. And I'll have a new name.

So if you're really looking for something to do this weekend while I'm gone, head out to Montana for the testicle festival. (Insert numerous, gratuitous, hilarious puns here).


Friday Five - Back To School

1. What was/is your favorite subject in school? Why? Probably the higher math classes that I took - they were always pretty challenging and the people in the class actually wanted to learn. I didn't really get to take any computer classes until college except for a Business Computers class.

2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why? I took a pretty interesting vocabulary class my senior year called Mass Media. The material was really tough, but the teacher made it very fun. That and he shaved his head when our football team won the state championships.

3. What is your favorite memory of school? Well, it has been 13 years (ouch), so I don't remember that much. I was a band geek, so most of my most memorable times involved band trips and contests.

4. What was your favorite recess game? No idea - probably freeze tag or something. I enjoyed running after the boys.

5. What did you hate most about school? Defeinitely the cliques.



It's funny how you remember the smallest anniversaries when you're totally caught up in someone. It was one year ago today that I first emailed Sweet Dave. I'd been looking at his online profile for about two weeks, trying to get the nerve up to send him something. All I can remember about the profile now, is that he said he liked Cajun and Chinese food, heavy alternative music, and that he was really cute.

I think what finally gave me the nerve was the events of the day before. September 11 made me realize that we all don't have a lot of time on this earth. As much as I work out and as good as I eat really doesn't matter. The low stress level I have and the wonderful support from family and friends I have really doesn't matter. How good a person I am really doesn't matter. What really matters is that you live your life to the fullest every day and jump on absolutely every opportunity to make yourself and those around you happy.

Suddenly I felt I had a little extra courage. Suddenly I had the attitude of "why not?", instead of fearing instant rejection. So I did it. And it was the best decision I've ever made in my life. It went a little something like this (yes, I'm a little sentimental and saved the email):

Hi! My name is Jen and I am about a month from being 30 (yikes). I'm about 5'5" with long dark brown curly hair and blue eyes. I am a software developer for a local software company and divorced. I am very into music, movies, travel and sports. I am very athletic - actually will be running the Chicago Marathon in about a month. If you'd like a picture let me know your email. I did have an profile up here, but got a few too many creepy (I mean reeaallly creepy) responses.

What am I looking for? Hmmm, tough question. Things that catch my eye - sense of humor, eyes, intelligence, confidence, build, oh and facial hair (only on men though). Things that I don't like - materialistic people, egos, games, dishonesty. I'd be interested in someone who's active yet can relax as well. So I saw your profile and was intrigued.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

After I sent it, I sat there hitting Send/Receive on my email constantly for about 10 minutes. Every time I'd hear the new email audio
clip over the next few hours, I'd get butterflies in my stomach.

Apparently something I typed in that email caught his attention, because he emailed me within a few days and we're getting married
in 9.

And I absolutely cannot wait.


No blogging today as this will be my moment of silence.


Days of the Week

Did you ever have one of those friends where you were made to be friends by your parents? I had one of those. I absolutely hated it. I hated it because it seemed I always had to act as if we were good friends for the sake of our moms' relationship. And she was evil.

Case and point. I'm 12. My parents were divorced so I would be shuttled to visit my dad on holidays and some long weekends. On one particular occasion, I forgot to pack my underwear. So anyway, my wonderful father set out to buy me some more for my stay. My brother and I were busy thumbing through the latest and greatest cassette tapes while my dad went to find my necessities. I didn't pay any attention as I was sure that adults knew about all that stuff.

Well, we get home and it seems he thought it was cute to buy me seven pair of underwear with the days of the week on them. Cute, but not at oh-so-fragile 12 years old. So I reluctantly wear them for the stay and return home unscathed. Until my friend saw them. I threw them out as soon as I got home, but apparently she'd seen them before in my bag. Great.

Surprisingly, after that day, there was no mention of them for a long time. Until (there's always an "until", isn't there) we had a crush on the same boy. He was definitely liking me more than her and it was making her so mad. So mad that she had to use the days-of-the-week-underwear tactic. And he fell for it. Bitch.

Oh well. I'm much better off with Sweet Dave than I would have been with Stuart. Did I mention that we're getting married in 11 days?



"If you don't have any ambitions, the minimum-wage job isn't going to get you to where you want to get, for example. In other words, what is your ambitions? And oh, by the way, if that is your ambition, here's what it's going to take to achieve it."—George W. Bush, Speech to students in Little Rock, Ark., Aug. 29, 2002

I know, I've read it four times and I'm still lost.


Out of the Ordinary

OK, so you know I don't normally do these quiz things. But there is always an exception to the rule. At least that's what my boss says. Anyway, in honor of my recent purchase of The Muppet Show 25th Anniversary with Mark Hammil which Sweet Dave and I will definitely be watching this weekend, I decided I must do this one - The Muppet Quiz.

"It's time to play the music
It's time to light the lights
It's time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight..."

You are Gonzo!
You're a bit loopy, and many people have trouble figuring out exactly what you're supposed to be. You take pride in your eccentricity and originality.

Me? Loopy? Hmmm.
The Friday Five - Peevers

1. What is your biggest pet peeve? Why? Probably people being rude to other people. 99% of the time it's uncalled for and I just think it's mean. If you haven't gathered so far, I really don't like mean people.

2. What irritating habits do you have? Some people don't like my sarcasm. I fidget a lot when I'm into something like a movie, a book, or work. The only weird thing I can think of that I do is wiggling my toes before I go to sleep. I don't know how irritating it is though.

3. Have you tried to change the irritating habits or just let them be? People that don't like my sarcasm don't have to listen to it, they can just walk away. I'm sure the figeting thing is annoying, but that just what happens when I start concentrating on something or when I get really tired. And as for the toes thing, that will never stop. So I guess my answer's no, I'm letting them be.

4. What grosses you out more than anything else? Why? Probably people eating with their mouths open. And overly large people wearing halter tops - saw that one this weekend.

5. What one thing can you never see yourself doing that other people do? I'll definitely never smoke again. I enjoyed it while I was doing it and it was very hard to quit, but I never realized that I smelled like an ashtray.



"Nothing he [Saddam Hussein] has done has convinced me—I'm confident the Secretary of Defense—that he is the kind of fellow that is willing to forgo weapons of mass destruction, is willing to be a peaceful neighbor, that is—will honor the people—the Iraqi people of all stripes, will—values human life. He hasn't convinced me, nor has he convinced my administration."—George W. Bush, Crawford, Texas, Aug. 21, 2002
She's Back

Well, it's not really me, but I am back. For now anyway. I've just been whoring myself at work lately trying to make a deadline before the wedding. Posts will probably be sporadic, so hang in there and keep checking back.

I was really talking about her. I thought her blog was MIA, but I got an email from her (formally urban kink and minadreads) and she's officially back. Go check it out and welcome her back.

More to come...