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Most Interesting + Least Interesting.

And, the LEAST interesting!

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p u r e happiness.

p u r e happiness., originally uploaded by bethography.

Our first blogged baby.

Our GBP Baby., originally uploaded by bethography.

Us.

Us., originally uploaded by bethography.

"Mama, weddings suck."

"Mama, weddings suck.", originally uploaded by bethography.

Yeah. She wasn't thrilled about anything yesterday. Though, (and the photographers' shots will show this, maybe, because I got nothing) she was pretty freaking cute during the ceremony. Why? (She wasn't supposed to do this.) But, she pulled two pink roses out of her flower-girl arrangement and "presented" one to my husband while he was standing in the line of groomsmen, ran back to her seat, got the other rose, and "presented" one to me while I stood with the bridesmaids.

Although she wasn't supposed to do it - it looked like it was planned, and it was adorable. I'm not sure anyone else there thought so, because it was slightly distracting, but, whatever. She was all "Hi, Mama! Hi, Daddy!"

Half a spa day.

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I got half-pampered. I cut my spa-day down by half to make it home in time for the bus, and missed it anyways. My nine and nearly eight year old were home alone for six minutes. If you live here, and saw me traveling the five minutes home from the salon at 65 MPH, I'm sorry, I had to make it home before they called DSS on their mom who abandoned them to get her hair did, mkay?

I'm aggravated, because, I wanted acrylic nails done, and they wouldn't let me pay to add them to my "day." But, whatever, I liked the makeup while it was fresh! It made me feel better knowing that she used a hell of a lot more foundation than I'd ever use. It came off on a tissue like crazy, when I patted my face. The eyes looked so good at first, that I bought the eyeshadow that she used. Turns out it's just from "Bedhead" and it's a color palette I'd never choose, but it works, because it's so neutral.

Oh - yeah - the hair got blondish. You noticed that. It's highlights, through a cap, and toned. The cut, is basically the same --- as usual, razor and chipped.

So, we're nearly ready for this shindig - I got a sheer scarf thingie to wear during the ceremony, and my skin is nearly dark enough from the tanning booth that I don't look dead.

Oh to be a freaking girl. GAWD. Bob says, "Well, I have to pick up my tux tomorrow. ::sigh"

Food, I hate you. (A letter to my former friend.)

To My Former Friend, Food:

I hate you.  No, I don't just hate you, I loathe you.  I'm writing this letter to let you know, it's so over.

You make me sick.  Nearly every day, you make me sick. 

Even though I thought I only associated with "good" friends with healthy attributes, even you Make Me Sick. 

For a very long time, I thought that it was my fault for hanging out with the "wrong crowd."  Realistically, though, I'm hanging with the right crowd, the "right cliques," but even then, the "popular, thin, healthy kids" make me sick in some way. 

So, what do we surmise from this, my friends?  You, food, are the enemy.  I do not need you in my life, you're making it difficult.

What's that?  I have to eat?  Well, that just sucks. 

I guess I can try to find new friends?  But, who?  I've tried being friendly with everybody, and they all want to beat me up, and frankly, they tire me out.  Who has time for friends if they're sleepy all the time?  And, who wants to be friends with someone who only wants to puke on them?  I'm just being real here.  I'm sorry.  It's over.  It's not you it's me, no, wait, it's me, but your fault, no, that's not it... it's my stupid messed up digestive system.

Respectfully,
MM