September Bride

Current Mood: hungry

Fun stuff

I've been very grumpy. Things have been going pretty well, so I shouldn't have any reason to frown. I've even been mean to Brian, I'm sad to say. I don't mean to...he's just the one who's around all the time, so he gets to experience all my mood swings with me.

I'm happy to have all our taxes taken care of. We owed around $4,600 to the state of Maryland and $1 to the state of Pennsylvania. We paid both off using our nice refund from federal. :)

Brian DJed at the ice rink again on Friday night. He says that after this next one, he's not doing it anymore (woohoo!). It's not much fun to stay there until 11 p.m. and then make our 1 hour commute home. He's usually too tired to drive, of course. That's why I wish I had my own car. I wouldn't have to stay there with him. Though, maybe it's a blessing in disguise that I do. If he drove home some of the nights, I'm positive that he would've fallen asleep at the wheel.

This time, though, I wasn't in the mood to speed too much, so I was probably going about 5 over the speed limit. I was passing a car on the left. He wasn't going much slower than I was. When I looked in my mirror, I saw that there was a car flying up behind me. When he caught up to me, he was tailgating so closely that I could see the light on his dashboard.

Oh cwap. It's a cop.

Of course, Brian was raising his voice at me, telling me it was an unmarked cop car (when I was already well aware of that fact). My first inclination was to quickly get over into the right lane. If I had, I would've nailed the car that I was trying to pass. My next inclination was to speed up to pass the car that I was originally trying to pass AND to get that car off my tail. If I had, I'm sure the cop would've pulled me over for speeding. I also wanted to slam on my brakes to get over, but I was afraid that I'd get rear ended. Brian said that the cop is a better driver than we are, so that wouldn't have happened. There is no way that he could be absolutely positive about that.

Fortunately, we were driving up hill, so I let off the gas pedal enough to slow my speed and I got over into the right lane. The cop flew past me, followed by a marked state trooper car.

It's so unfair! I'm sure they wanted to ticket me, which is why they were riding so close behind me. Brian said that they may have been on a call, but not using their lights so they'd be less noticable.

That's freaking dangerous. They should've and could've flashed their brights at me ahead of time if that's the case.

Aren't the police meant to serve and protect us? Instead, they're putting us in danger by tailgating us so we'd speed. It's for money. I know it. It angers me. Brian said that I was impeding the flow of traffic by staying in the lane and I was not! I was passing another car. I don't have to be going 1000 mph to be passing another vehicle. I would've gotten into the other lane after I'd passed the car, anyway.

I can't believe he was trying to justify what those cops did. He said that I should write to my congressman about it. I wasn't even in my own state. Sure, I drive through Maryland everyday, but I don't think my 1 letter would make any difference in the grand scheme of things unless there were other people writing with me.

It's a shame if it takes a cop killing someone because he makes the civilian panic like I did. Shame on them. Screw their rules.

I need food...I'll finish my update after I get some lunch.

Current Mood: sick
Current Music: None

I remember playing in the snow as a kid. It was so much fun. My friend Andi would come over from down the street and we'd go sledding at my house and then hers. I would send the cats down the hill in the front yard in the snow tubes. One time, Jackson was pulling me around in a sled at the bottom of the front yard and he pulled me off the edge of a small "cliff" and when I landed, I jammed my tail bone (it still hurts to this day, so I'm inclined to think that it may have been fractured). I remember when my mom when down the hill on a saucer sled, went over a ramp that we'd built, and flipped backwards off the sled. I don't think she'd gone out into the snow since. I rode a cheap green plastic sled down the front hill and was going to fast that I almost made it up the next hill, only to go back down backwards--just to land in a huge groundhog hole.

*sigh* I miss those days.

I suppose that's all for now. I'm in a sentimental mood.

Puff of the day:

Current Mood: sick
Current Music: None

These are my bridesmaids (from left): Nikki, Kassandra, Me, and Brittany. We all look so pretty!

I'm singing to Brian during the wedding:

These are our rings:

We're getting ready to climb into the limousine to go to the reception:

This was a little fun moment: Brian attempted to dip me backwards, and I almost fell on my butt!

"You're going to do what with that cake?!

Some of our best pictures were the ones that were taken outside at the reception!

Enjoy!

Current Mood: distressed
Current Music: Lindsay Lohan's "Over"

I watch the walls around me crumble
But it's not like I won't build them up again
So here's your last chance for redemption
So take it while it lasts 'cause it will end
And my tears are turning into time
I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye
...
Don't want to be the last to know
I won't be the one to chase you
But at the same time you're the heart that I call home
I'm always stuck with these emotions
And the more I try to feel the less I'm whole
My tears are turning into time
I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye
...
I can't live without you
Can't breathe without you
I dream about you
Honestly tell me that it's over
'Cause if the world is spinning and I'm still living
It won't be right if we're not in it together
Tell me that it's over
And I'll be the first to go

Current Mood: giddy
Current Music: None

You say I'm just impossible
Totally unpredictable
I'm just a girl get used to it
No big deal
You can't change me why would you try?
I'm not angel but I can make you smile
And that's the way it is
That's just the way I am
...
Don't give up
I won't hurt you
Oh, sometimes I'm just a pain
And that's the way it is
That's just the way I am
...
Sometimes I feel like crying
Laying down and dying
That's when I need you
Laughing's always easy, but
Sometimes I'm just scared you'll leave me
That's when I feel emotional

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Nothing

This weekend was a rollercoaster. Friday night, Brian DJed at the ice rink. For some reason, whenever we go there, he winds up talking about exes. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but it makes me nervous. Michelle and Jacob always seem to pop into the conversations, too. Unfortunately, this time, the conversation nearly made me hate my former best friend, so I have no interest in talking to her anymore. I should be okay hearing his stories about the people he dated. I mean, I am the one he picked, right? One thing he said that really got to me, though, was the fact that he tried to downplay that week that we weren't together. I had mentioned that he dumped me, and while he used to agree that he did, this time he said he didn't. He just said that we were on a break and that it doesn't need to be called a break-up because after all, we did get back together. That's true, but it doesn't take away the hell I went through that week. I realized something, though. I've been so mad at Michelle for being the worst person I've ever known...but I guess I've done almost the same thing she did.

Jacob was my first boyfriend. That relationship lasted for almost 2 1/2 years. Well, before he and I became an item, he and my friend Susan were a couple. She says they were together for 6 months, he says 3. I'd had a little crush on him...not even physical attraction ('cause he's not that handsome...although I don't know what he looks like now). Susan pryed it out of me that I liked him, and she's pretty much the one who got us together.

I dated Jeff for two weeks after Jacob and I were broken up for good. My best friend, Brittany, was his girlfriend for some time. I think I'd even talked to her about it before I ever saw him to make sure it was alright with her. I'm not even sure what attracted me to him. He's a fantastic songwriter and guitar player. He's not particularly attractive either, but he was funny and we could talk about music for hours. I think that's what attracted me to the both of them--music. Jacob is awesome on the guitar...Jeff is, too. Of course...Brian's not necessarily a musician, but he is a DJ and knows a plethora of things about music.

But I digress...

Technically, I'm no better than Michelle. But at least I got approval first! *sticks out tongue* PBTH.

Saturday, I got to sleep in until 10. I used to be able to sleep in until 12 or 1. I cleaned the basement and got the kitty area all cleaned up. Oh! Look at these little guys that I found!

This is Caesar:

This is Augustus:

Anywhos...

I cleaned the basement on Saturday. Then we went to help Brian's parents move stuff into their new house. I was so tired from cleaning and cold from it being so freezing outside that I didn't help. I just shivered and tried to stay warm. Then we went to Ponderosa for dinner. I got sick to my stomach and we went home. We watched a little bit of television...then hit the sack. Brian got up at 5 a.m. and decided to watch a movie...We slept in until 10.

I made a big boo-boo. I snapped at Brian about the amount of housework he does. I don't think it was wrong for me to speak up, but the way I said it was wrong (and he made that very clear). I was saying he didn't do anything and it was hard for me to be motivated to get something done when all I see him do is sit at his computer and work on things for his online radio station. I know he takes out the trash...sometimes alone, and he'll wash some dishes if he wants to use them, and he drives to work, takes care of the bills...but I wash all the dishes, I do all the laundry, I clean the basement and take care of the cats, I vacuum the whole house, do this and that. It's just plain frustrating to see him sitting there. I might even feel better if he acknowledged that I was doing something. My mom had told me not to complain about the housework because I was the main person who was supposed to do it anyway. But at least in my parents' house, my dad volunteers to help, even though he's worked all day. I mean...I work, too, you know? So my getting upset made Brian tell me not to be a bitch (I hate it when he calls me that), and he started talking about those Southern Baptists again. I hate it when he does that. Isn't that some form of prejudice? I don't go around talking about "those Methodists." What I personally believe makes me what I am...a Christian. If he wants to go around talking about "those Christians," then he can go right on ahead. I'm sure he wouldn't want to stereotype me that way, considering he'd be in that group as well. Having a Southern Baptist title is just a name...but being a Christian is an identity.

I was so angry that I walked out of the room and didn't finish eating my waffles. I went upstairs to take a shower, and I locked the door behind me. I forgot that every door that has a lock in our house has a key on top of the doorway. So I couldn't keep him out. We talked it out in the bathroom (which I guess is a rather strange place, but oh well). I finished my shower, and we took a nap. I guess it lasted about 2 hours...until Brett called. Then I couldn't get back to sleep. I cleaned and vacuumed the upstairs (except the bathrooms...those require a little extra TLC, which I just didn't feel well enough to do) while Brian did the dishes and made dinner. We sat down and snuggled up and watched "Desperate Housewives" and "Boston Legal" on television and then went to bed. As tired as I was, I couldn't sleep. I think I did doze off, though, but I woke up to Brian getting up. When he came back, I still hadn't gone back to sleep, and he couldn't sleep, so we goofed off a little bit. I think we both finally fell asleep around 5. The alarm went off at 6. And here I am! I've never been to work so early (8 a.m.). Brian's taking classes in Rockville through Thursday, so I won't be able to see him all day for the next few days. *sniffle*

I'm very tired. My eyes are all blurry. I feel like an old woman! All week for the past 2 weeks or so, we've been going to bed at 9 p.m. I used to stay up until 1 in the morning! Even my parents usually got to bed at around 10 at the least. Whew. Tonight will probably wind up being even earlier...

Puff of the day:

Aren't they cute???