Sweet!

I just read up on what Blogger is doing for their next publish. I have been wishing for some of the features that they are implementing. It's like they read my mind!

I'm totally excited! I love when a system I use actually publishes updates that are useful. Unlike that crappy M company that creates crap that is not compatible with anything.

PS. Obviously I'm still around. Waiting to pop...

Announcement

I have an announcement..

Some of you may not know. DJ and I are buying a house. I'm not really going to say much because our closing date is coming up, and I don't want to jinx anything until then. So I guess all I will say is watch my blog for more info soon.

I will likely post pictures of the house soon.

Here are some details to appease your curiosity.

• 2500 sq ft
• 4 Bedrooms
• 2 Baths
• 2 Living Areas
• 1 Sun room
• 2 Car garage

Woo hoo!

It's Heeeeeeeeere!

My new phone came last night! I'm so excited! Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything with it because I had a minor work crisis to work on last night. It's great! It's a 3.0 megapixel camera phone! Did I mention how awesome it's gonna be? Oh yeah. It is.

Tonight it's all about setting up my bran new fancy phone! Whoo hoo!



So... Who will my first phone call be to? Will it be you? or will it be someone else? I can tell you, that whoever it turns out to be, it is a person who reads my blog. I have a few people I have been meaning to call, so it could just be you! Could it be my friend who's kid I'm buying Girl Scout cookies from? Could it be one of my prego friends whom I have been meaning to call and ask all kinds of groatie prego questions to (to see if I'm normal)? Could it be one of my gay boyfriends to chit chat about lovers? Could it be my single friends, whom I'm jealous of because they aren't knocked-up? You just don't know until you get the call! So if I were you, you had better be standing by tonight! Because you don't want to miss my call if it's you!

It Has Been Done

Yep. You heard me. I ordered my new phone this morning over the internet. I will have it in my hot little hands in 2-5 business days. Then, all I have to do is bring it in sometime and have them change my phone number.

Woo hoo! I'm so excited!

Announcement!

I was going to complain about my maternity pants, but now I have something REAL to talk about!

Are you ready?

I got promoted! A real promotion! Completely blindsided by it too. Which really makes me happy because I didn't have to stress out about not getting it. I am now Internet Marketing Manager in charge of User Experience. Which to me translates into website development and consistency retention. Effective immediately I am managing 5 people! How exciting! 2 of those people, we haven't even hired yet. Super sweet.

There goes my worries of not getting promoted or taken seriously because I'm knocked up. I don't think I shared this, but about a month ago, I asked for a raise and got it. I went in with a list of everything I was hired to do, everything I am now doing and comp salaries in the industry around this area, and said, here is what I want and here is why. I was happy then, but now I'm totally ecstatic. I know the pressure will be on, but go ahead and BRING IT baby! I can take it!

Anyone want to meet me for Happy Hour tonight?!

I'm sure I'll talk about my pants later.

Today

I woke up this morning and was really loving my life. I'm not too sure why today would be any more "spunky" than any other Monday, but it is. I'm still really busy at the office, but I seem to think I'm getting things into check with the new project. Which is really helping.  I was feeling pretty stressed for a while there.  I had to start micro managing for a while, but I think it's paid off.  People have stopped making up strange rumors about what they heard we are doing, and I have stopped hearing, "But I thought we were doing this..." in my meetings. For a while there, I thought I was managing high school girls. (Even though there are both men and women on my team.)

 

Want to hear an announcement?  OK.  Some of you have already heard.  I started a part-time position with Macy's. There are a bunch of reasons for this. The top ones are as follows:

1.  I feel like I'm broke all the time

2. I want money to spend without feeling guilty about spending it

3. I want to pay off some of my debt faster than I currently am

4. I actually miss retail

5. I miss the fashion world

 

The job seems very awesome so far.  I'm working in Fine Jewelry, which means I don't have any cloths to fold, or hang, or clean out of fitting rooms.  I also don't have to help anyone who has to do those things at the end of the night.  I basically shut down my station, and then clock out. It rocks.  It's just what I was looking for.

 

In Other News... Did I mention I was nominated Employee of the Month again?  Yep.  I was.  By two people this time.  My manager, and the manager over customer service.  Do you think I got it?  Nope.  Someone in the warehouse got it.  Who's ass do I have to kiss to actually win EOM?!  Seriously?  I was nominated once before, and now two people separately nominated me.  How many times does that happen?  Seriously.  SERIOUSLY PEOPLE!

 

What else can I tell you?  My friend Lisa is reading my blog these days.  That's nice.  I haven't seen her since my wedding.  I miss her.  Sigh.  Memories... In the corner of my mind!  Pretty water color memories!  Of the way, we were.........

 

 

Weekend Update

I came to one conclusion this weekend. I really enjoy partying with my cousins. One cousin is so much fun once he's drunk, I can get him to dance with me. And he's a good dancer. We do the flips and turns and everything. He's "too cool" do do it when he's sober. He's probably the only guy who could flip me since I'm the size of a small dinosaur. (FYI: He's the size of a Medium dinosaur. If we're using that analogy.) Then, another one of my cousin's husband who usually comes across as a big cocky SOB, I like him when he's sober just because we can pick on each other and have fun. The more drunk he gets the louder he gets. (I've heard I do this as well, but he REALLY gets loud.) Plus, word on the street is that he likes no one. However, he likes me. Some days, my cousin won't be able to get him to come out until she says I'll be there. Then he goes. So the guy can't be all bad if I'm the light of his life right? My other cousin, (Who is the first cousin's brother, and the size of a large dinosaur) is also a lot of fun, and when he gets drunk he's usually good for a free couple rounds of drinks. :o) Then I have a lot of other cousins that I ran around and had fun with all weekend. My BIL was even fun. He's not so much fun when he gets drunk because he's a sloppy drunk, but when he's right in the middle between drunk and waisted, he's usually good for some fun. He's a terrible dancer but he tries. It's very funny to watch. Good cheap entertainment. I was also pretty impressed with my prego SIL. She hung out with us for most of the evening. I don't know if I could stand a bunch of drunk people if I was sober. But she seemed to be having a pretty good time.

On other family fronts, my sister was surprisingly not too bad. But then again, I made sure not to be around her too much too. Most annoying comment all week, "My dogs aren't that bad." While one was chasing a poor little puppy around, another was chewing on a chair, and the other was crossing in front of her feet and tripping her. You weren't there, but it was pretty classic, "My sister is oblivious to the world around her" moment. She brought those stupid dogs everywhere. I could bitch about this for hours so to make you understand the true depth of the issue, but I won't. But believe me, at the end of it all, you'd be agreeing with me that she's clueless about anyone or thing other than herself. Right down to her poor boyfriend. I found him sitting at a table by himself several times throughout the evening while she disappeared to go check on the dogs. (Yes, that's right, she can't even leave them alone somewhere for the evening.) I had to keep sending people over to talk to him, or bringing him over to whatever group looked like they were having the most fun. I have to say, he's not as much fun as he used to be. She's definitely sucked most of the life out of him. Poor guy.

Weekend Update

Hi Everyone. Sorry I haven't written in a while. Truth is, I'm having a pretty rough last few days. Sunday night, on my way home, I was planning on posting about how well my presentation went on Friday. But instead, something happened that I am still having trouble dealing with it. After driving 3 plus hours, I arrived home Sunday evening to a lifeless bunny rabbit. I don't know what happened, and I don't even know when she died. Which is probably what disturbs me the most. She died all by herself. What if there was something I could have done to prevent it?

After I fixed her up, and put her in a box with her favorite toys and treats, I drove another fourty-five minutes to meet DJ to hand her off and have him bury her somewhere on the farm. Needless to say, it was a very late night Sunday for me.

I know she was just a pet, and lived a good life, and blah blah blah but I guess my main problem is that I wasn't expecting it at all. When I left her on Friday she was fine, and healthy looking. We played ball, and ate carrots together. I told her that when I got back we were going to re-video us playing ball because my last version was too dark. I really should have done it before I left, but the carpet needed to be vacuumed, and I was lazy. (I tried to upload the video to youtube, but I can't seem to get it to work. So maybe you'll get to see it some other time after I get a chance to figure that out.)

The hardest parts are in the morning, or when I'm getting ready to leave. Usually, in the mornings she hears me in the bathroom, and starts tinking her little bell and just moving around in general. When I come around the corner, she usually would jump up and great me at her cage door. Then we'd sit there for a couple minutes while I rubbed her down until one of us got sick of sitting there. Then I'd give her a treat and head off to work. Now everything is just silent in the morning. The nights are also quiet because she'd always be awake, and thumping, or just doing whatever rabbits do in the night while I was trying to sleep.

Last night, I can't even count the number of times I looked over at her spot expecting to see her there. Today is better than yesterday though. I've only cried three times this morning, even though I did tear up one other time while talking to a co-worker about something totally unrelated.

It seems that this year is not the year for the kb family and pets. Click the image below to see a few pics that I pulled together real quick.

Announcements

I am wearing a pair of pants that I have not worn in a few months.  I stopped wearing them because they don't have any stretch materials in them, and my fat ass thighs were getting to be a little too snug in them when I sat down.  They are still a little snug, but not to the point where someone would look at me and think, "Damn!  Girl needs to be get a new pair of jeans!"  So...  Go me!

 

I haven't updated my ticker yet because I haven't had an "official"  weigh in, but I am pretty sure that I can say I am "unofficially, officially" stating that I am below 1x0.  You can fill in the x to be whatever you like it to be.  (I personally fantasize it to be a 5.) 

My Vacation

My vacation to ABQ went quite well. DJ and I did very little, and it was fabulous! I love it when he's lazy. I wish he were like that more often.

I'm not going to bore you with details, but wanna hear a gross sister's boyfriend story? Of course you do!

Let's cut right to the chase. Turns out, he likes to pick his boogers. All the time. In front of crowds. While talking to you, sitting in a living room full of family... Then roll them around in his fingers for a while before either they disintegrate, or he wipes them somewhere. I don't know which. DJ had his own personal experience with it while he was talking to the guy. He just reached up there and dug for gold in the middle of the convo. And according to D, he really went to town. All the while, still talking. No apologies for the dig. Then the next day, we were all gathered in the living room watching football, he was in the front of the room, in front of the TV, (So in eye shot of everyone) just digging away, and then rolling it around. It was making me sick. I turned to D and told him not to shake his hand when they leave tonight. ha! The worst part was, once I noticed it, I was fixated on watching how many times he did it. He'd pick his nose, roll it around for a while, then pick his ear then go back to the nose. It was DISGUSTING! I don't ever remember him doing that when he and I were friends. It must be a new habit that my sister brought on. Maybe he does it so she will stay away from her. ha ha ha ha!

Important Announcement

I am very pleased to announce that DJ and I have bought REAL bed for my townhome. Woo Hoo! It's so exciting! We went around a looked at about 4 different places. 2 of which were mattress factories. Needless to say, after a night of bed searching, you start to wonder why you even care anymore. And all these salesmen talk about beds like they are cars. So we decided to "sleep on it". We finally decided to go with the first place we visited. Our bed is being specially made. It's very exciting! If at any time we decide we want more padding, less padding, firmer coils, blah blah blah, we can just call them, and they make the adjustments on it for free. Weird, and highly unlikely that we will actually take advantage of it. But the price was good, and we have the option. It is being delivered on Wednesday morning when we'll have just enough time to put the new bedding on it, and then we're off to the airport! It'll be all ready and waiting for us when we get back from our vacation.


Thumb Update:
I've effectively regenerated skin on most of my thumb. The only part left to heal is the deepest part, and that scab appears as if it'll fall off any day now. It's totally neat to watch my skin grow. I've got like 3 different colors of flesh on my one little finger.

Happiest Place in the World

In the issue of Self Magazine that hit stands today, Fargo-Moorehead was named the Happiest two Cities for Women. Isn't that interesting? Aren't you girlfriends jealous? I get to live here, and you don't. Nah nah nah nah boo boo! I totally feel the envy as you continue to read through this post. There's no need for you to hide it. I already know.

As I was waiting in line to get to the condiment tray at Qdoba, right there, on the front page of the Fargo Forum was this headline, "So, Are you Happy?". "Why yes I am", I replied to my inner self. Why wouldn't I be? I had a huge ass burrito in my hand, it wasn't windy outside, and it was up to a whole 56 degrees!

Who the heck knew that these people were actually happy up here. Then I thought to myself. Well, I'm actually about 95% happy, so I guess it is possible.

I posted the article here so you don't have to follow a link.

So, Are You Happy?

By Erin Hemme Froslie

The Forum - 11/21/2006

Smile, women of Fargo-Moorhead.

In the issue that hits stands today, Self magazine names the two cities the happiest in the nation.

Low crime rates, low unemployment and short commutes are among the top reasons editors at the popular women’s health and fitness magazine declared our community a nirvana of sorts. Because of its size, residents also get to know each other, and families tend to stay nearby.

“Having a sense of community and a sense of belonging is very important to feeling happy,” said Jessica Kaster,
a psychologist at Lakeland Mental Health Center in Moorhead who is quoted in the magazine package. “If you need support, you can find it here.”

Area women we talked to agree with the findings in Self, which boasts more than 5 million readers.

Happiest cities
1. Fargo-Moorhead
2. McAllen-Edinburg-Mission, Texas
3. Nassau-Suffolk Counties, N.Y.
4. New Haven-Meriden, Conn.
5. Boston

Unhappiest cities
1. Las Vegas
2. Sarasota-Bradenton, Fla.
3. Fort Lauderdale, Fla.
4. Salt Lake City-Ogden, Utah
5. Jacksonville, Fla.

Key the music…

Da da da. Another one bites the dust. Da da da. Another one bites the dust….

(FYI: I've tried to post this post for a few days now. Finally. I got it to work, but it's a couple days old. So where were we? Oh, yeah Da da da. Another one bites the dust...)

One of my high school best friends told me some happy news yesterday. She even thought she was being clever by predicting what I was going to write in my blog. Well, she was only right about one thing that she wrote for me. She has crossed over to the darkside. (I hear that Darth Vader needed a few more recruits anyway. Better her than me!) I’ve lost another married without kids, to Babyland. Hopefully she won't join the world of “prego-zilla”, which is an even darker place than Babyland. I'm sad that I can't be there to help keep her sane from all the crazed in-laws.

I’ve already filled her in on a few things she could do to keep her loved ones posted. Like starting a prego blog that can also share images, etc. but locks out anyone that doesn’t have a password. She’s not very far along, but I can’t wait to see the first images of little alien lilababe. Congrats again to you and lilaboy. I guess you better go replace your broken camera and quick!

Here’s what iVilliage has to say about what's going on with her right now:
Your baby's head is quite big, due to the rapid growth of the brain. The upper limbs resemble paddles. Your baby-to-be's heart begins to separate into four chambers, and blood is circulating throughout the body. Intestines form within the umbilical cord, but will later migrate back into the abdominal cavity. In the next few days, foot plates, with the beginnings of toe rays, will appear. The external ears are now present. Your baby is now 10 to 13 millimeters long -- about the size of a cherry. The cells that will become either testes or ovaries arrive, but there is no obvious sign of gender yet. Muscle contractions are beginning, but these early "movements" are not yet perceptible.

The first trimester is especially important when it comes to your baby's healthy development. This is the time that most parts of the body are formed and rapid brain development occurs. It is important to consume neither alcohol nor tobacco products. Speak to your practitioner about the safety of continuing prescription medicines and herbal treatments. Reduce or eliminate caffeine intake as well. Recent studies have indicated that more than a few cups of coffee a day may be linked to an increased risk of miscarriage.

Back to the Grind

I came into the office today at nine instead of my usual seven-thirty. Here is what I found on my desk. 1 chocolate piece of candy, 1 scored test (65%-pretty shitty I know), 1 medium sized box, a five dollar bill. Which one do you think I picked up first? If you guessed the medium sized box, you'd be correct! It was from a vendor, and I love gifts from vendors. So far I've gathered a large stuffed frog that says "Did It, Dit It" instead of "Ribbit", a plastic treasure chest with key that holds a treasure map, a squishy shopping cart thing, some blue goo that is similar to silly putty, a squishy cactus, a little rainbow slinky, and some "gold nugget" chewing gum that I have next to my "Texas" frame of me and DJ in the blue bonnets (Our engagement photo).
So I open the box. It's a good one. It's a miniature shopping cart, and some sticky notes with the companies logo on it. The wheels actually more, so I can roll it across my desk if I wanted to. OK. I did. I totally want to pull out my Barbies tonight and play "grocery shopping" with her.

Then I pop the candy in my mouth, put the $5 in my purse (this is from my colleague from this weekend. He didn't carry any cash on him, didn't have his debit card, hotel wouldn't cash his check. When the hotel finally cashed his check, he must not have thought to ask for smaller bills so I wound up tipping the bell hops and the taxi driver.), and kick on my hard drive. While I'm waiting for that to boot up, I look at my test results. Apparently the 70% I thought I had to have to pass, was wrong, because not it's telling me I have to have an 80% to pass. What happens if I don't pass? I don't know. Maybe they fire me and I have to go raise chickens. My 65% brings me down to an average of 74% So I guess I have to really care about these next two tests. They actually are taken together which I think really stinks. Why even have a fourth test before the final? Just put them all in one. Whatever. The whole thing is annoying.

Some of you may have noticed one of my tags for this post is, "Announcements, Funerals, Death". Here it is. I got home from the airport last night and called my hubby. He informed me that his father's sister had passed away in the morning. They are planning the funeral for tomorrow. This will make the 4th funeral ever that I have been to. Marrying DJ is totally going to sway my funeral attendance count because all his relatives (aunts, uncles, and other) are already in the 70's and older. He probably attends two a year on average. My boss was totally cool about it. Bereavement isn't allowed for "aunts and uncles" and I have no vacation time. She told me just to take the day off, it was OK with her. So sweet. I get to attend a funeral tomorrow.

One more announcement. I added a new feature to my right sidebar. You can now read past blogs by tag category rather than selecting the past month. You can still go by past months too. That's just been shifted down farther under the tag category listings.

Dead Rabbits and all That Jazz

My dad just emailed me and told me that my sister's rabbit died last night. It's very sad. That rabbit has been around for years. I think maybe nine or ten to be exact. She has had it ever since she was engaged to that dude. So yeah, it's got to have been that long.

Well, most of you know the drama of my sister and me. (and if you haven't, then you obviously don't read my blog. Whatever!) A couple weeks ago, I don't know why, but I emailed her about a sale some craft store was having on scrapbooking crap. My sister is very into that, and like I said, I have no idea why I emailed her about it. Other than I had a momentary laps in judgment. As you know (my dedicated readers anyway) every time I extend the olive branch, it comes back to slap me in the ass. So I have closed all doors and windows to that tree. This has worked well for me, and why I opened them up again, I am sure I'll be reminded soon.

So now I have to send out an email, or call her even, to tell her I'm sorry to hear about her rabbit. It is the decent thing to do. But I really don't want to extend yet another branch, because the more I do that, the higher my risk of getting the fingers, hand, arm, holding said figurative branch scratched, broken, or ripped off. But I did it anyway. I just hope it doesn't come back to bite me too hard later.

I know it will, because it always does. What's that phrase? Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me? Well... at least I'm prepared for it when it does come back around.

Wedding Weekend

I am guessing y'all are just dying to hear about my cousin's wedding weekend. OK. Here goes.

Friday: I was supposed to meet with the last bridesmaid before the rehearsal dinner. Turns out, she went out Thursday night and had a hang over. Therefore sleeping in, hence, resulting in her leaving her place late, making her late for the rehearsal dinner. So I wound up having to run off to the church to fit her around 8:00. The dress was still too big. (I learned something about alterations. But that's another story.) So I had to go home, and take it in, and hem it. This took me until around 11:00. Meanwhile, while I was at home sewing, my family was up at the liquor store getting wasted. My dad was so hung over the next day, he barely made it through the ceremony, and didn't even go to the reception and dance.

Saturday: Wedding Day I got a call to come help one of the bridesmaids zip her top. Turns out, she got it stuck. Don't ask me how. So I was Super Seamstress! To the Rescue! I should have just followed them to the church because another bridesmaid was getting dresses there. She wanted me to pin her bra straps in because they kept falling down. So once again, super hero Seamstress Lady went off to the church to help. All in all the wedding went well. I was surprised to see my name in my cousin's wedding pamphlet as the seamstress. Then at the dinner she stood up and thanked me in front of everyone. This was a little embarrassing, and then throughout the night I had people coming up to me telling me how fabulous I was. Now, I know you are thinking that is fabulous, who doesn't like compliments? But it was starting to make me feel self conscience. I don't exactly view my "old lady" habit of making things from scratch as a talent. I think pretty much anyone can cut out a pattern and sew something.

Let's see, highlights of the evening:

• The devil wore a short black dress. I was very surprised at this, and even she came to my house before the wedding looking for a safety pin her boobs in.
• The flower girl didn't even make an appearance down the isle, and she was the cutest one of all.
• Everyone loved my outfit. A kb original creation. Of course!
• My sister was her annoying self with her camera. Apparently her and her man (an ex good friend of mine) have decided they think they are professional photographers and are always annoying people with taking pictures of everything under the sun. Since she was being pretty annoying. I just asked her to send me copies of the pictures she takes. We'll see if that happens. I might wind up without any photos of my cousins wedding. She was just being so annoying about it all, I didn't want to contribute to the annoyingness. Nor did I want to be associated with her announcement.
• I knew a lot of people at the wedding. I think this was due to my night out on the town with the girls the past several weekends. I figured that I have partied with my SIL, cousin & cousins friends for the past 5 weekends in a row. All night long I had a friend around me. I had a lot of fun all night long.
• Meanwhile, the devil sat at a table with relatives not up for dancing or socializing outside of their circle, all night long. At one point in the evening she asked me if I'd go out and dance with her. So I did. I was drunk, and didn't care too much. After one song, she disappeared.
• Throughout the night 3 different girls told me how much they didn't like my sister, how she was snobby, and bitchy. See, other people do catch on to her ways. :o) I tried very hard to keep myself objective, bu of course by the third girl, I was probably a little less subtle.
• I did hear the bitch make a couple snide comments about me to family members. But since it was pretty obvious who the stuck up loser was, I just ignored it.
• The bride looked very lovely, and her dresses bustle was so damned cute!
• Thank God I have no more dresses to worry about! It's now off to scrapbooking!

Sunday-Tuesday: I took Monday and Tuesday off to spend with my mom. My dad, and sister flew out on Monday, so I went with to the cities. After we dropped them off, my mom and I went shopping. Although my wallet is pinched pretty thin at the moment. I bought myself two new pieces of luggage. I desperately need it before June 6th, when I have a business trip in Chicago. I did pretty well. Other than that one expensive purchase, I managed to spend a few bucks here and there on some good deals.

Tuesday night we had a big storm. I had intentions of having dinner at my grandmothers, then heading back to my apartment in the city. It was raining, and lighting so hard, that when I left my gma's house, I couldn't see the road. So I just headed to the house in town. I decided to spend the night there and head out for the office in the morning. This was so nice since usually my drive is 3 hours from the house. Now it's only 1 hour! It was totally awesome! I thought the husband would be happy to see me, but since he has been burning the candle at both ends trying to get the fields seeded, he was exhausted and I didn't even get to see an erection. Not even a token salute. But at least the storm rinsed all the dirt off of my car!

So that's my recap of last weekend. I hope you enjoyed it!

Taking Bets

Let's place some bets people. For those of you that know my sister, lets take some bets.

I am betting that she will wear the same cream/white dress outfit thing that she wore to my wedding to my cousin's wedding. The very same outfit that I called her and told her, "I don't care what you wear, just don't wear white or cream or anything that is close to white or cream." I told her this becuase it's tacky to wear this color to a wedding. The only one in white shades should be the bride. Unless it's like white with another color. But not all white!

My sister showed up to my wedding in an all white, could be used for a casual wedding dress if you were going to get married on a beach or someplace like that. She told me it was a "mink-ish taupe color". First of all, mink is not a color - trust me, I've got a degree in fashion. and second of all, girl don't know what color taupe is if she really thinks that color is taupe.

I didn't tell her off though. Just told her as I had to stand next to her in pictures, that a. That's not taupe, and b. When you get married, I'm going to be sure to wear my wedding dress. Smile for the camera! click.

So back to the betting. I've got 20 that says she's gonna rewear that outfit. Any takers?

An Email from My Sister

Hi There! How's it going? Are you enjoying your new job? What about Fargo? May I please have your new address?

Ummm...... NO!

What the FUCK does she want now?!!!!! I haven't spoken to here since my wedding. That was in June 2004.

Update: 4/18/06
I turn my cell phone off during work hours. So yesterday when I was at Pier1 shopping for 50% off Easter stuff, I turn my phone on. I have a message. It's from her. "KB, call me back, I need your address, it's for Susies wedding."

So now my question is, "What the hell is she doing for Susies wedding? and does Susie know this? And if she's doing something for Susie, then why does that involve my address?"

So I call Susie, she tells me she is worried because she never asked my idiot sister to do anything for her. (OK, she didn't say, "idiot") She then tells me how my sister sent her these dumb bells attached to cards, (with the wrong wedding colors on them, her colors are purple, the card/bell things were maroon). She now is scared the my sister is making these things for her. Who does this without even asking if it needs to be done? Well, I can answer that. My selfcentered, egocentric, backstabbing, thinks she's better than everyone sister. That's who. So I told my cousin I'd call my mom and get the scoop. My cousin told me that if it is the bell/card things to tell her she doesn't want them. ha ha ha! Turns out, Susie hates bells and bows. She also already has her party favors for the wedding. So if my sister does do this thing, then they aren't going to be used anyway.

Susie is also catching on to my sister's MOA as well. She mentioned something to me while we were drunk on Saturday. I just told her what I thought, and told her I don't want to talk trash about her because it makes me look bad, but since she asked.... I've done a good job not to bad mouth her around relatives. She on the other hand, tries very hard to make me look bad in front of them. Well, she tries very hard to make everyone look bad in comparison to her. But my relatives are smart. Many of them have mentioned to me that she is off the deep end. (and I secretly love hearing it too!)

Lilagirl and blac17 feel free to share your fond memories of my sister here if you like. I'm sure I sound just really mean, but people who have witnessed the conniving beast at work understand.

My Sister and the Funeral

So I was just telling someone about my crappy sister. Some of you know that my sister isn't a very good person, and that about a 2 years ago I decided to just stop letting her into my life. Which, to some people that don't know the full life story, make me look like a bitch since my sister loves to spin things into her favor. But I finally didn't care anymore, and needed to just let her go in order for her to stop hurting me. Anyway.... Here is a something that shows how much her skew of reality is. In the guest book for the memorial, she signed her name with little hearts around it. You know. heart Jane "bitch" doe heart. In a book for a Memorial. When I went to sign my name, I was like, "What the hell? Is she retarded or what?" But that just goes to show you a little about how my sister is. If your a fan of the Apprentice, she's pretty much like Omarosa. How she says one thing, then turns around and tries to say you said it, but in reality you didn't, and who cares if you have proof because in her weird messed up mind what she says is true. Plus how Omarosa thinks she's secretly loved, and a good person, but in reality no one likes her and everyone is anoyed with her.

I hate my sister

Everyone wonders why I hate my sister.  "Why are you so mean to her?" they ask.  The truth is, anyone who knows me, and has met my sister, soon figures out why I don't bother with her.
Here's a recent list of grievances
1.  She wears ivory on my wedding day.  - Tacky
2.  Her obtrusive boyfriend insults my photographer while standing right behind her.  -who the hell does he think he and his uni-brow are anyway?!  He's no frikin' professional photographer.
3.  Her and her boyfriend publish their photos of my personal wedding day on their site without asking if Darin or I am ok with it.
4.  Then, she decides to distribute these photos to anyone who asks for them, again, without asking me, so now she has ruined my ability to show my relatives myself the photos of my wedding.  As well as allowing them to print whatever photos they wish, so if I choose to give them a photo as a gift, it is highly possible they already have it printed and framed themselves.  Therefore making my gift pretty crappy.
5.  She emails me and tells me I should thank her for all she's done.
6.  I email her back and tell her I haven't thanked her because it was all done without my permission, and even though she thought it was a good idea, it was her idea, and done for her proposes in mind.  Not mine.  So that is why I haven't thanked her.
7.  She emails me back and tells me she has taken down the photos because it is clear that I don't want them up.  - proving my point in the first place.  She doesn't ever bother to ask what someone else would like.
 
Of course this is the short of it.  There are better details.  But I won't bore you with my rant.  I hate her. I wish she would fall off the face of the earth.  Not die, because she'd haunt me and try to do bad things to me in her afterlife.  I just want her to be locked in a tiny cell somewhere.  Think that's possible?  I don't think it's too much to ask for my sanity.