Monthly Archive for September, 2005

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Another martini tasting.

I am off to another martini tasting this evening with the Big A. It gives me an opportunity to spend time with the Big A, to drink delicious martinis and eat delicious food, but most importantly, it gives me an excuse to get my super cute shoes out of the closet and parade around in them!

Hope you are ready for another review of Ink’s event!

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The Family Guy on DVD. God I love Family Guy.

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meatballs in a creamy dill sauce. And tonight! ROAST BEEF SANDWICHES!

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Trying to finish a baby sweater. And it is killing me.

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Always a bridemaid

Well, the weekend of B929 and Porter’s wedding came and went. Outside of having Porter take me to the community clinic the morning of her wedding to get a shot of Benedryl in the ass and having the bed and breakfast have neither the bed or the breakfast available for the wedding like they had originally promised, I say that it was a pretty great weekend. I keep telling Winemonkey that I don’t want to have a wedding or a reception, but when you go to one that is so full of love, you can’t imagine not having one.

Here are a few pictures from the ceremony. The Big A loaned me his digital camera, but I didn’t take a whole lot of pictures. The first one is just me. The second one is of the bridesmaid boquets and the last one if of the three girls sitting up in the bedroom watching the guests arrive before the ceremony (we kept peeking out until we saw someone taking a picture, then we would duck back behind the curtains. It was really funny and I am sure really cute to the guests).

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When will I learn?

When will I learn that digging usually digs up things that I don’t want to know?

How many times a day do I want to make my stomach turn because I couldn’t resist going back one more time?

Does it suck more to realize that I am not unique or that there is a world that I have no idea about?

And why did I tell people I know about my blog? Because more and more frequently I have to censor what I say or not write about it at all. And isn’t that the point of a blog? To be able to vent?

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