Sun worship without DST seems much more sane to me. Perhaps I should move to Arizona. I suppose that's a tad extreme?
'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It's 7 p.m., and it's STILL LIGHT OUT!!! Not the last-few-trickles type of light that characterizes dusk -- it's that just-barely-thinking-about-maybe-starting-to-set type of light.
HELL YEAH!!!
t does "Here Comes the Sun" dance
It's too gloomy and rainy here for me to appreciate the extra hour of light. Plus, I'm still bitter about losing an hour of sleep. Stoopid DST.
Crap! It's 7PM and the light outside tricked me into thinking I had more time to grade these papers! Eek!
But yes, yay for more sun. Back to being productive.
t joins Teppy in the It's still light out dance
t realizes she is on the West coast
t keeps dancing
Ugh. My back hurts. I fell asleep on a couch last night and woke up at 8 am and drove home and crawled in bed. And I think someone stepped on my foot last night, but everything after midnight's a little fuzzy.
Last night was pretty unexciting, flirtation-wise. But it was a pretty fun party, anyway. There is a true and wonderful advantage to having lots of friends who work in the wine and liquor industry -- parties are well-lubricated with decent hooch.
Last day of the performance today, so I am done with my PT job for another month! Yeah -- weekend's free!
Now all I want to do is eat leftover jambalaya and be slothful and supine.
I was sleepy. I took a three-hour nap. Now I don't know what to do. I made a deal with myself that I could have off homework today. So, I watched a movie and worked on curtains earlier. There's nothing on tv. It's too dark to work on the curtains. I don't feel like doing dishes or reading or anything.
Anyone want to play Literati?
On a topic completely unrelated to DST (yay more sun), Teppy's hair (verry nice) or quitting cigs (honestly, if there is ANY encouragement I can offer, it's YOURS. Bless you for trying--and succeeding)...
I'm officiating a wedding next Saturday and, while I really like what I have (this is a perfect moment, you have chosen each other for such wonderful reasons, the history of wedding rings), I'd love to hear stories about your favorite moments in wedding ceremonies.
Memorable wedding words.
Special rituals or inclusions.
Funny/scary things that happened. (For example, my exhusband's daughter's wedding devolved into a full blown donnybrook involving everyone but me. Even the groom's mother ended up on the ground. It's a funny story, but...)
So, what was your favorite wedding moment?
eta: I'd like to buy an 'o', Pat.
nudge...nudge...nudge.
Huh. I musta broke it.
[slinking away]
So, what was your favorite wedding moment?
My favorite, although it wasn't funny to the bride, was when a friend got married at three months pregnant. They hadn't told the pastor, who was literally about 97 and could barely see. His mini-sermon? All about fertility and childbirth and the sanctity of the marriage bed. Half the people attending the ceremony were choking into their fists, trying not to crack up.
My wedding was small and lovely, but we planned it very quickly, because my mom was ill, and I was only 21. It was a 7 p.m. ceremony, and I was calm all day, hanging around, watching TV, blah, blah. But when we walked into the chapel, and I saw Stephen waiting at the altar in his tux, looking so young and beautiful and happy, I burst into tears that were equal parts exhaustion, relief, being overwhelmed, and happy. He teared up, my brother kept clearing his throat, and my bridesmaids sniffled the whole way through. The soggiest ceremony I've ever attended.