If you haven't read the previous Blog on the work party, start there and come back.
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Oh, good you're back!!!!
Let's recap, Tyson is a guy I work with, he is Hispanic, and likes to party... a lot. But I spent a good 5 hours hanging out with him, he made sure I was comfortable had everything I wanted, made sure I made it back to my car safely, all in all pretty much a gentleman even after a couple beers. I had a good time and didn't feel self conscious.
Now, let's compare... Jason, who I guess I might be dating, but I'm not sure so I figure I'm not and am not really worried about at this point... called once I got home, was so excited to talk to me... but didn't really say much, as he was going over to a friends house. And no he didn't invite me.
He's still doing the school thing, so I can't be upset that he hasn't been as attentive as I think he should and/or could be. There still isn't a really good story here. Except to say that it really bothers me that it is so easy to go out and play with someone I could never date for religious reasons alone, and leave feeling good about myself and like I had a good time... and then anyone that I could date... if only for religious reasons... is just lame. I'm sorry, LDS guys are really dumb, even more dumb than most. I think its because they think they are going to marry any girl they actually date, rather than going out just to get to know someone, or for the hell of it. Where as other guys are just going out to have fun, it doesn't have to be going anywhere, your just two people having fun together. It doesn't have to go anywhere, heaven knows most girls don't think about that on the first date. Or if they do they are completely nuts!
Can someone please explain this to me?
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
I thought I graduated from High School! or Let's Count to 10.
So every year my place of employment (whom I am not to mention when blogging as per some company policy... so we'll say I'm in the CIA) has a work party. Only employees are invited to this party, which always has an open bar, a DJ, dance floor, pool tables, and pretty much all the food you can eat. And no spouses, it is sometimes referred to and the Infidelity Christmas Party.
Now, my other deep cover CIA cohorts and I have been excited about this for... well like a day before... but we all RSVP'ed.
So the day is finally comes, and we are all going to this party, which we were paid to attend since we had to leave work early to go. Tyson, Stafford and I were a bit late since we had to stop by Tyson's house so he could change into his suit. The attire was business professional, and I couldn't be seen with someone under dressed. He walks to work and we had to get downtown so it wasn't really out of the way. As soon as we leave work, Stafford start talking about how wasted we are going to get, and who they are going to pick a fight with once they are good and drunk.
Tyson, knowing I am not a drinker tells me it's my job to make sure he doesn't get sloppy drunk. So we take TRAX down to the Grand America Hotel and get to our little work party. So while I'm checking my coat, Tyson and Stafford start into their first of many beers, and I found them getting whipped at pool, (but playing a better game than I could dream of playing so I can't say much there) and are starting into drink #2. This is about 30 minutes into the night... or about 5:30... and after about the fifth drink offer, Stafford comes to the realization that I don't drink. Though I appreciated the offer. They down beer #3 while we were in line to grab some food.
Later we catch up with some of our other friends, Gavin, Nicole, Jordan, Chris, and Brad --- Tyson is off to get #4... now I know that I am not supposed to let him get really drunk, but he was getting me a Sprite while he was at it so I wasn't too concerned. I was sitting at our table talking with Nicole and Chris. Brad is on the dance floor by himself, soon to be joined by a scantily clad, we later find out, married, woman. And Tyson comes back with#4 and #5 and forgot my non-alcoholic drink at the counter, so he had to go back and get it, while he was there he figured he would pick up #6 while he was at it.
Fortunately for my task at hand, #5 and #6 were given up to Staff and Jason and #4 was forgotten when Tyson decided it was time to dance. Gavin isn't to be out done for very long, so three guys and one chick are out dancing Nicole, Chris, Jordan and I are spectating. And lets face it, the man who had downed 3.5 Hienikens was a much better dancer, though a little off balance.
But Tyson is a good looking guy, and much to Brad's delight they are soon joined by 4 or 5 more scantily clad women... I thought this party was business professional... Anyway, one of the girls asked Nicole to dance, (she even got on one knee) so Nicole is out dancing for a good 30 seconds. I don't know where these girls were coming from, but they were dancing in such a way that Gavin was embarrassed enough to leave the dance floor.
Chris, wants to get pictures taken, so we go and get in line for that... it seems like I spent a lot of time in line... anyway, Chris, Jordan, Gavin and I are holding the group place in line while Brad, Tyson and Nicole are being joined by more and more intoxicated people on the dance floor -- this group now includes directors, special agents and those deep under cover people... CIA employees are crazy! I'm pretty sure Jack Ryan was there...
So this picture line is long, I felt like I was in high school all over again... but I do work for a corporation so that's pretty much like high school anyway... but Gavin gave a rousing speech about how we were committed... look how far we had come, and how long the line was behind us. No sooner had we recommitted to our goal than Gavin is dragged out of line onto the dance floor by Vanessa, a girl who has been in love with him for over a year now, Gavin isn't really into her as much as she is into him... but he can't turn an offer down, so he's gone. Chris decided he wanted to find Angela and Ivanna for the picture, since they were in our training group back in the day when we were all new to the agency. So Jordan and I are holding down the fort and inching closer to the green screen. Somehow Gavin comes back with dessert... fortunately he brought me something so he could be forgiven for leaving, and I had to go pull Brad and Tyson off the Dance floor, Tyson had found another beverage, is this #7 or #8... I'm not sure at this point... but at some point beer is going to get to even the best so I'm stuck with the beer while Tyson finds the bathroom.
So we are all finally in line for pictures, Tyson has his beer back and is pretty upset that I haven't been dancing. I don't know what to do with someone who has consumed that much alcohol so I promise I will dance after the pictures. So we get the pictures taken and head toward the crowded dance floor. Chris, who is married and as his wife would be mad enough about him drinking decided not to give her something else to be mad about and stayed on the sidelines. I'm not a big dancer, so I kept my promise momentarily and then headed for the tables too.
The dancing was out of control, again, I don't know where these girls came from, if they were fired today, or when the Grand America turned into a club. There was some major ass grabbing going on, Roxbury style.
Brad insists that I haven't fulfilled my promise about dancing after pictures, so he dragged me back out to teach him to salsa. Once that song was over, Tyson wanted me to swing with him. He can't swing... and was that beer #9?
Anyway, it's getting late for a work party, so Tyson and I decide it's about that time. His friend was coming to pick us up since he was in no condition to drive... somehow not sloppy... which can't be said for most at that point.
All in all, I would say it was a pretty successful night... and I was in bed by 10.
Now, my other deep cover CIA cohorts and I have been excited about this for... well like a day before... but we all RSVP'ed.
So the day is finally comes, and we are all going to this party, which we were paid to attend since we had to leave work early to go. Tyson, Stafford and I were a bit late since we had to stop by Tyson's house so he could change into his suit. The attire was business professional, and I couldn't be seen with someone under dressed. He walks to work and we had to get downtown so it wasn't really out of the way. As soon as we leave work, Stafford start talking about how wasted we are going to get, and who they are going to pick a fight with once they are good and drunk.
Tyson, knowing I am not a drinker tells me it's my job to make sure he doesn't get sloppy drunk. So we take TRAX down to the Grand America Hotel and get to our little work party. So while I'm checking my coat, Tyson and Stafford start into their first of many beers, and I found them getting whipped at pool, (but playing a better game than I could dream of playing so I can't say much there) and are starting into drink #2. This is about 30 minutes into the night... or about 5:30... and after about the fifth drink offer, Stafford comes to the realization that I don't drink. Though I appreciated the offer. They down beer #3 while we were in line to grab some food.
Later we catch up with some of our other friends, Gavin, Nicole, Jordan, Chris, and Brad --- Tyson is off to get #4... now I know that I am not supposed to let him get really drunk, but he was getting me a Sprite while he was at it so I wasn't too concerned. I was sitting at our table talking with Nicole and Chris. Brad is on the dance floor by himself, soon to be joined by a scantily clad, we later find out, married, woman. And Tyson comes back with#4 and #5 and forgot my non-alcoholic drink at the counter, so he had to go back and get it, while he was there he figured he would pick up #6 while he was at it.
Fortunately for my task at hand, #5 and #6 were given up to Staff and Jason and #4 was forgotten when Tyson decided it was time to dance. Gavin isn't to be out done for very long, so three guys and one chick are out dancing Nicole, Chris, Jordan and I are spectating. And lets face it, the man who had downed 3.5 Hienikens was a much better dancer, though a little off balance.
But Tyson is a good looking guy, and much to Brad's delight they are soon joined by 4 or 5 more scantily clad women... I thought this party was business professional... Anyway, one of the girls asked Nicole to dance, (she even got on one knee) so Nicole is out dancing for a good 30 seconds. I don't know where these girls were coming from, but they were dancing in such a way that Gavin was embarrassed enough to leave the dance floor.
Chris, wants to get pictures taken, so we go and get in line for that... it seems like I spent a lot of time in line... anyway, Chris, Jordan, Gavin and I are holding the group place in line while Brad, Tyson and Nicole are being joined by more and more intoxicated people on the dance floor -- this group now includes directors, special agents and those deep under cover people... CIA employees are crazy! I'm pretty sure Jack Ryan was there...
So this picture line is long, I felt like I was in high school all over again... but I do work for a corporation so that's pretty much like high school anyway... but Gavin gave a rousing speech about how we were committed... look how far we had come, and how long the line was behind us. No sooner had we recommitted to our goal than Gavin is dragged out of line onto the dance floor by Vanessa, a girl who has been in love with him for over a year now, Gavin isn't really into her as much as she is into him... but he can't turn an offer down, so he's gone. Chris decided he wanted to find Angela and Ivanna for the picture, since they were in our training group back in the day when we were all new to the agency. So Jordan and I are holding down the fort and inching closer to the green screen. Somehow Gavin comes back with dessert... fortunately he brought me something so he could be forgiven for leaving, and I had to go pull Brad and Tyson off the Dance floor, Tyson had found another beverage, is this #7 or #8... I'm not sure at this point... but at some point beer is going to get to even the best so I'm stuck with the beer while Tyson finds the bathroom.
So we are all finally in line for pictures, Tyson has his beer back and is pretty upset that I haven't been dancing. I don't know what to do with someone who has consumed that much alcohol so I promise I will dance after the pictures. So we get the pictures taken and head toward the crowded dance floor. Chris, who is married and as his wife would be mad enough about him drinking decided not to give her something else to be mad about and stayed on the sidelines. I'm not a big dancer, so I kept my promise momentarily and then headed for the tables too.
The dancing was out of control, again, I don't know where these girls came from, if they were fired today, or when the Grand America turned into a club. There was some major ass grabbing going on, Roxbury style.
Brad insists that I haven't fulfilled my promise about dancing after pictures, so he dragged me back out to teach him to salsa. Once that song was over, Tyson wanted me to swing with him. He can't swing... and was that beer #9?
Anyway, it's getting late for a work party, so Tyson and I decide it's about that time. His friend was coming to pick us up since he was in no condition to drive... somehow not sloppy... which can't be said for most at that point.
All in all, I would say it was a pretty successful night... and I was in bed by 10.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Yes, I'm Awesome!!!!
So this Sunday I decided that I wanted to dust off my culinary skills (insert smirks/laughing out loud here) and cook dinner. Ended up being a philipino chicken on rice thing that I can't spell (Wes thanks btw) and wontons. So good!!! So I was calling my friends on Saturday and I didn't have Jim's or Jeff's phone numbers (they are brothers). But I figured I'd see them at church and invite them when I saw them. They weren't at church, so they didn't get to come.
I saw them later Sunday night, and while I was talking to Jim I mentioned that I didn't have his number.
"You're kidding! These girls (referring to Teresa and Sue) haven't given you that?"
So he rattles off a number and says, "that one is Jeff's... this is mine... do you want me to have your number?"
Of course! So Jim has my number but Jeff does not, and I have Jeff's number. This presents a unique opportunity to mess with someone. I am not one to pass that up, ever.
So later, later that night, I start texting Jeff
"Jeff, you looked so hot tonight!"
"I really liked your haircut."
No response, and I'm not sure how far I can go and still be friends...
"you know, Jim told me you liked to text, but I guess not!"
Still no response. Then I remembered a conversation Jeff and I had some weeks back: "you
know, blonde girls don't like redheads. The reason why is because they have fair skin, and redheads have fair skin, so blonds stay away. Brunettes on the other hand generally have darker skin, so the fact that redheads have fair skin isn't a problem for them." If you haven't figured it out, Jeff is a redhead. Stroke of genius...
"Do you know why brunettes prefer redheads?"
"who is this?"
Don't worry, we're still friends!
Probably the funnest two hours spent texting ever.... just like being a grandma's favorite, you have to narrow the category down just enough :)
I saw them later Sunday night, and while I was talking to Jim I mentioned that I didn't have his number.
"You're kidding! These girls (referring to Teresa and Sue) haven't given you that?"
So he rattles off a number and says, "that one is Jeff's... this is mine... do you want me to have your number?"
Of course! So Jim has my number but Jeff does not, and I have Jeff's number. This presents a unique opportunity to mess with someone. I am not one to pass that up, ever.
So later, later that night, I start texting Jeff
"Jeff, you looked so hot tonight!"
"I really liked your haircut."
No response, and I'm not sure how far I can go and still be friends...
"you know, Jim told me you liked to text, but I guess not!"
Still no response. Then I remembered a conversation Jeff and I had some weeks back: "you
know, blonde girls don't like redheads. The reason why is because they have fair skin, and redheads have fair skin, so blonds stay away. Brunettes on the other hand generally have darker skin, so the fact that redheads have fair skin isn't a problem for them." If you haven't figured it out, Jeff is a redhead. Stroke of genius...
"Do you know why brunettes prefer redheads?"
"who is this?"
Don't worry, we're still friends!
Probably the funnest two hours spent texting ever.... just like being a grandma's favorite, you have to narrow the category down just enough :)
Monday, November 12, 2007
To quote a bright lady "Ah... Life..."
My brother Wes, is a resident in Spokane - not at Sacred Heart he's at the other hospital - Deaconess... he doesn't have a lot of time to call me to communicate and what not, so he relies on my blog to stay up to date on the happenings in my life. Of course, this requires my blog to be up to date. So even though nothing really exciting has happened, here is my blog to keep my brother from having to call.
The biggest thing that is going on right now is Jessica is getting married. I will be doing her hair for her bridal pictures on Saturday. I am still working out the kinks for what she wants, but it's easier to do other people's hair than your own, since you can see what you are doing.
After I get her hair done I am going to play some football. It could be my favorite game ever!! I never really understood why there wasn't a female equivelant, but it will be lots of fun... I'm way excited.
I have been making headway with my migraines. They are still pretty frequent, but between the drugs, the braces, and getting my neck cracked every other day I am making some progress. Hopefully by the time Christmas/wedding rolls around I will be mostly better. On the issue of my neck, it's pretty cool/distrubing. Necks are supposed to curve, mine has lost the curve, is starting to curve back the wrong way. The chiropractor says it takes about 10 years for a neck to get itself that messed up. So I am blaming the trampoline... I can't think of what else I could have done.
Braces are a cruel means of torture still. And now I have little rubber bands to keep my mouth about 85% immobilized, it could be the best diet I have ever been on. Every time I want to eat something, I ask the question "is it really worth trying to get these things back on my teeth?" and the answer is invariably no.
let's see, what else? Oh, back to Jessica getting married. Ashley and I kind of have set a precident that we make a quilt and tie it for the bridal shower we get put in charge of. Well, for Ashley's friend shower (years ago) Jessica and I did one of those "make a plate" things you did way back in elemenetary school where you draw on a round piece of paper and you send it away and magically it comes back on a plate. And then we did a quilt for her family shower. anyway my mom loves the plates. So instead of a quilt for Jecca's family shower, we are making plates. Jecca still wants a quilt (anyone surprised on that?), so Ashley and I are still making a quilt and Kaylene is going to use her awesome quilting machine. So it isn't really any extra work, except that it is in addition to everything else. The funny (though ultimately not surprising) thing is my mom, in spite of all her railroading, still wants Ash and I to plan the family shower -- even though she has now chosen the activity, tried to change the date, has nixed any lunch ideas that have been thrown out, and has informed everyone she talks to that the boys can come and there won't be any "silly shower games." It's one of those things where I just don't care that much. I am willing to plan a party for my sister 'cause in spite of everything I love the girl. And Ashley and I are talking about it and trying to work it out so Jessica will get the things she needs/wants and coordinate with other "themes" of showers. Incidentally, the shower we are planning will have some "silly shower games" and we don't want to make the lunch a big deal. But mom if you want to plan the shower, just plan the damn shower!!!
And for the record I am working on another stupid boy story. It hasn't reached its ironic conclusion yet, and therefore cannot be packaged up in a nice little blog... but it's comin'
The biggest thing that is going on right now is Jessica is getting married. I will be doing her hair for her bridal pictures on Saturday. I am still working out the kinks for what she wants, but it's easier to do other people's hair than your own, since you can see what you are doing.
After I get her hair done I am going to play some football. It could be my favorite game ever!! I never really understood why there wasn't a female equivelant, but it will be lots of fun... I'm way excited.
I have been making headway with my migraines. They are still pretty frequent, but between the drugs, the braces, and getting my neck cracked every other day I am making some progress. Hopefully by the time Christmas/wedding rolls around I will be mostly better. On the issue of my neck, it's pretty cool/distrubing. Necks are supposed to curve, mine has lost the curve, is starting to curve back the wrong way. The chiropractor says it takes about 10 years for a neck to get itself that messed up. So I am blaming the trampoline... I can't think of what else I could have done.
Braces are a cruel means of torture still. And now I have little rubber bands to keep my mouth about 85% immobilized, it could be the best diet I have ever been on. Every time I want to eat something, I ask the question "is it really worth trying to get these things back on my teeth?" and the answer is invariably no.
let's see, what else? Oh, back to Jessica getting married. Ashley and I kind of have set a precident that we make a quilt and tie it for the bridal shower we get put in charge of. Well, for Ashley's friend shower (years ago) Jessica and I did one of those "make a plate" things you did way back in elemenetary school where you draw on a round piece of paper and you send it away and magically it comes back on a plate. And then we did a quilt for her family shower. anyway my mom loves the plates. So instead of a quilt for Jecca's family shower, we are making plates. Jecca still wants a quilt (anyone surprised on that?), so Ashley and I are still making a quilt and Kaylene is going to use her awesome quilting machine. So it isn't really any extra work, except that it is in addition to everything else. The funny (though ultimately not surprising) thing is my mom, in spite of all her railroading, still wants Ash and I to plan the family shower -- even though she has now chosen the activity, tried to change the date, has nixed any lunch ideas that have been thrown out, and has informed everyone she talks to that the boys can come and there won't be any "silly shower games." It's one of those things where I just don't care that much. I am willing to plan a party for my sister 'cause in spite of everything I love the girl. And Ashley and I are talking about it and trying to work it out so Jessica will get the things she needs/wants and coordinate with other "themes" of showers. Incidentally, the shower we are planning will have some "silly shower games" and we don't want to make the lunch a big deal. But mom if you want to plan the shower, just plan the damn shower!!!
And for the record I am working on another stupid boy story. It hasn't reached its ironic conclusion yet, and therefore cannot be packaged up in a nice little blog... but it's comin'
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Jack Rabbit
So back when I was younger I came up with a theory on how one prepares to be a parent. You see, one can't just jump into being responsible for another person that is just asking for trouble.
Instead, if you are going to be a good parent you have to start by being responsible for something that requires less attention and gradually work your way up to baby.
This is my 6 step program to success:
1. House Plant: Water it, make sure it gets some sun, love it - must live for 6 months
2. Fish in a Bowl: Betas and Goldfish are prime candidates here, if you don't feed them they don't remember - must live for 6 months
3. Fish in an Aquarium: Slightly more high maintenance since you have to replace filters and stuff - must live for a year - I would suggest multiple fish and average the live.
4. Rodents or Reptiles: Hamsters, Mice, Rats, etc. Basically something you can hold but won't get traumatized too easily by neglect or other mishaps - must live for a year, lizards and rabbits should live longer than that but it isn't necessary
5. Cat or Dog: I don't judge, but it should be one of these Dogs are preferred since they require a bit more attention that cats. There is no time frame here, since both dogs and cats can live for a very long time, they shouldn't be kicking the bucket anytime soon but you can get rid of them in moving...
6. Now you're ready for the kid, you've cleaned up messes, loved, nurtured, and been a great preson to some lesser animals - now you can be in charge of a human.
Since I firmly believe in this process I bought a rabbit. I don't think that I am able to count this animal on my steps though since it resides with my parents. Not my fault I don't have a house to keep Jack in. But he is so cute, like an autistic dog. Oh, and house trained, he doesn't do any tricks yet but rabbits are always fun!
Instead, if you are going to be a good parent you have to start by being responsible for something that requires less attention and gradually work your way up to baby.
This is my 6 step program to success:
1. House Plant: Water it, make sure it gets some sun, love it - must live for 6 months
2. Fish in a Bowl: Betas and Goldfish are prime candidates here, if you don't feed them they don't remember - must live for 6 months
3. Fish in an Aquarium: Slightly more high maintenance since you have to replace filters and stuff - must live for a year - I would suggest multiple fish and average the live.
4. Rodents or Reptiles: Hamsters, Mice, Rats, etc. Basically something you can hold but won't get traumatized too easily by neglect or other mishaps - must live for a year, lizards and rabbits should live longer than that but it isn't necessary
5. Cat or Dog: I don't judge, but it should be one of these Dogs are preferred since they require a bit more attention that cats. There is no time frame here, since both dogs and cats can live for a very long time, they shouldn't be kicking the bucket anytime soon but you can get rid of them in moving...
6. Now you're ready for the kid, you've cleaned up messes, loved, nurtured, and been a great preson to some lesser animals - now you can be in charge of a human.
Since I firmly believe in this process I bought a rabbit. I don't think that I am able to count this animal on my steps though since it resides with my parents. Not my fault I don't have a house to keep Jack in. But he is so cute, like an autistic dog. Oh, and house trained, he doesn't do any tricks yet but rabbits are always fun!
Moving On...
My current roommates are all related, so when Suzanne decided that she didn't want to live in the ghetto anymore and wanted to move to an ultimately smaller townhome it makes sense that the one who would not be moving with them would be me. Their new house was supposed to be done in November, I think it has been pushed back, but I don't know. So I set the deadline for me finding a new place for the end of October.
I am not one to set goals and not meet them, so yesterday I solidified my new living arrangement. I'm not moving very far, about 10 minutes north to N.SLC. It's a nicer neighborhood and a nicer house, I don't know the girls I am moving in with very well, but they don't appear to be psycho so I should be fine.
As a single girl, moving is just something you have to do at least once a year.
I am not one to set goals and not meet them, so yesterday I solidified my new living arrangement. I'm not moving very far, about 10 minutes north to N.SLC. It's a nicer neighborhood and a nicer house, I don't know the girls I am moving in with very well, but they don't appear to be psycho so I should be fine.
As a single girl, moving is just something you have to do at least once a year.
The Kids Team
I just want to announce that the kids team is going to be losing a key player in the next couple of months. This will be especially important due to the fact that the person being lost is none other than my baby sister Jecca. You know the one: she is the cute little girl who cut her bangs, put the resot of her hair in ringlets, and wore one earring for her school pictures. It little girl that my grandma couldn't believe that such a small girl had such a loud voice. Anyway as we all know one can't get married and stay on the kids team, it has been attempted but all have failed. She's getting married on Dec. 27.
This means a couple of things:
1. Once again I am the older, unmarried sister at the wedding.
2. I get to use all of the answers I came up with for Ashley's wedding to that inevitable question "So why aren't you married?" again. Go ahead ask me, but I am not going to sugar coat the response and you may be shocked and/or appalled. Most of these were not my creation but Lisa's.
3. Cody may or may not be the favorite next year.
4. Tom will have another guy to threaten.
5. Wes, Ty and their families will be in town for Christmas this year.
6. The only thing worse than getting the questions about why I'm not married is the silent, pitying looks shot from those elderly relatives of mine who have given up on me ever getting married.
7. I will have to go on a kick ass vacation come January, I am leaning towards the Bahamas, but that could change at any time.... up until I make purchases, then it's pretty set.
So let's set the record straight. I am very happy for her. While I am once again shocked to find that my nieces and nephews will think I am the youngest sister, Bret's a good guy and exceeds my expectations (I never thought that I would like whomever Jecca married), and he treats my sister well. So it's just Tom and me now, we will have to work double time to undermine the parents :)
The other thing that I would like to put to rest is that I am not bitter. I understand that this is a rumor that has been circulating among people who think they know. As my aunt says, there are worse things than being single.
The kids team will prevail!!!!
This means a couple of things:
1. Once again I am the older, unmarried sister at the wedding.
2. I get to use all of the answers I came up with for Ashley's wedding to that inevitable question "So why aren't you married?" again. Go ahead ask me, but I am not going to sugar coat the response and you may be shocked and/or appalled. Most of these were not my creation but Lisa's.
3. Cody may or may not be the favorite next year.
4. Tom will have another guy to threaten.
5. Wes, Ty and their families will be in town for Christmas this year.
6. The only thing worse than getting the questions about why I'm not married is the silent, pitying looks shot from those elderly relatives of mine who have given up on me ever getting married.
7. I will have to go on a kick ass vacation come January, I am leaning towards the Bahamas, but that could change at any time.... up until I make purchases, then it's pretty set.
So let's set the record straight. I am very happy for her. While I am once again shocked to find that my nieces and nephews will think I am the youngest sister, Bret's a good guy and exceeds my expectations (I never thought that I would like whomever Jecca married), and he treats my sister well. So it's just Tom and me now, we will have to work double time to undermine the parents :)
The other thing that I would like to put to rest is that I am not bitter. I understand that this is a rumor that has been circulating among people who think they know. As my aunt says, there are worse things than being single.
The kids team will prevail!!!!
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