Much job~ma and yays to PC, and yay to -t as well!

Now Annabel needs to start posting.

Sometimes it wouldn't surprise me. She's still not really talking as such, but I have this weird and probably completely off-base theory that she's trying to figure out the written as well as the spoken word. When we play "point to the baby" with the YoBaby carton, she's equally as likely to point to the word "baby" as the picture of the baby. Which is probably totally a coincidence and may mean nothing other than she knows I want her to point somewhere in the general vicinity of the picture. And I also think I've seen her watching the phonics bits of Between the Lions with a look of concentration.

So yeah, I veer wildly between thinking I have the most genius child on the planet and fretting over her continuing near-silence. Though I've finally noticed there's a "keee!" somewhere in her laughing and squealing when an cat food commercial comes on, so I think that's supposed to be "kitty." And she'll kinda echo "thank you," only with barely any consonant sounds. I'm noticing all of this much more since seeing my mother and SIL around her last week, both of whom have much more baby experience than I do and were actually finding patterns in what sounded like so much random babble to me.

It would be really wrong to make a Katrina and the Waves joke wouldn't it?

Just saw this. The XM 60s-on-6 morning DJ has been making them for 3 days now. Complete with clips of "Walking on Sunshine."

This is the guy who also has a loud, obnoxious, Darth-Vader-like "Request Denied" for anyone who calls in to request a non-'60s record. He's very strange.

Anyone want the wedding drama of the day??

yes!

I do.

-t - hey, that's great. . . the job-quitting I mean.

ION, take a look a this gorgeous cat.

When I read this I thought you were adding information about your father's bathroom habits. Then I realized you meant "tired" when you said "pooped".

BWAH!!!

Oh, Happy Anniversary a Day Late Jess & Ethan!!!!

and

Stephanie, that sounds fantastic.

and

PC! You employed son of a gun you!

and

Sure, Aims, spill it.

Stephanie, that sounds like an interesting placement. Go you and DH!

Aimee, spill.

JZ, I got the e-mail; I just suck at replying sometimes. I'm sorry. I'll get to that today before I leave for NH.

Ok.

So, talking to Bride last night. The person she had originally been referred to to come to the hotel to do our hair and make-up (Bride is doing it at her parents house) had a disconnected number. I called, got info from the congierge at the Ritz-Carlton (where the bridal party is staying) and gave it to her last night. Day Spa 5 minutes away. They can't say yet if they can send stylists to the hotel because it's too soon. She seemed happy with this info.

I also mentioned (I am a dumbass) I had thought about getting some snacks and what not and the bridesmaids could drop by for an informal lunch since were all going to be in the hotel and not have anything to do really, since we don't have to be anywhere for pictures until 3pm. SHE FREAKED OUT. "No. I didn't want to do a bridal luncheon and I think it's creepy and it's not what I envisioned and I'll want to be there cause I'll feel left out! I guess I'll try to be there. I didn't want that."

Ok, bitch. Chill. It was informal, if you don't want it, fine. Your day, not mine. Just an idea.

So I jokingly say, "Well, you surely don't care if we go have breakfast do you? Like we see them in the lobby and say, 'Hey, Bridesmaid and Husband, want to go to IHOP?'"

SHE DOES. She said, "No, I don't want that either. I don't want you guys to see each other until you see me up in the suite. I had it envisioned a certain way and I didn't want you guys to go get your hair done, but if that's what you want, well, I guess that's what you'll do."

So, I had to explain that I don't want that, I was giving her the information I got. I made no appointments for anyone, I didn't ask for a block, I simply got information. Furthermore, I'm not trying to organize a Bridal Luncheon, I want to know if another bridesmaid walks into IHOP, can I sit with her. Apparently not.

So, she stomps off, I have another cigarette and then I remember I have to call her and get the info for the flower girl dress place cause one of them is too small and I volunteered to find out the options since the girl's mother is a total bitchwhore. Bride starts pestering me again and I say, "It's your day. If you don't want it, that's fine. Nope, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?" She recants her statement and says "Of course you can have breakfast with whomever you want."

Well, no shit. And I will, thank you very much.

Also, I was informed that her wedding coordinator will be calling all of the bridesmaids and groomsmen to make sure we are where we need to be in our preperations off and on during the day.

THWUMP THWUMP THWUMP

Aims, I know this is your friend, but she's starting to sound nuts. (okay, maybe we passed starting on this wedding many weeks ago.)