The last one I went to I wore my forest-green dress, because the black things I have are too f2f-y. I actually thought it was a decent compromise...I hope her family didn't find it heathenish.

I'm back from my date. It was fairly boring, but not creepy like I mildly suspected.

I still don't wear black at weddings and do wear black to funerals.

My favorite line about funeral attire comes from Their Eyes Were Watching God, when Joe dies and Janie goes to the funeral in her overalls: "She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief."

Truer words were never spoken.

OK, I heard about the names convo, and flipped back to read, because I'm all about talking about how much I think my name rocks, and it is such a part of me, what with the always spelling it, and its general melodiousness.

I didn't change my name when we got married and never even really considered it. I like my name, I'd used it in my career and for publishing, and I didn't think his last name was anything special. shrug

I am Sparky when it comes to this.

I was also too lazy to go through the whole changing of the name thing, though if we had been able to both change our names I might have considered it, because McWarnigle is pretty awesome. However, we did not want to confuse the nice people at Homeland Security by changing Tom's name halfway through the green card application process.

I am sort of drunk and full and am coming down from a fairly severe public anxiety attack. Not public in the sense that it was apparant to the general public, I was just in public when it happened and it was hard.

I don't want to go back to work tomorrow. I'm pretty sure I just want to stay in bed and cry a lot. I feel like I need to watch The Prom or something to get it all out.

Class (grad school) starts tomorrow. My fencing class at the Y starts Tuesday. I start up yoga and belly dancing again this week, but at least that's not really new. I haven't even started the week and it's already worn me out.

Stupid Brain! Just be happy and shut up already!

cereal:

I don't know what I did, but I threw my back out HARD this afternoon. It's definitely NOT the sort of pain I had when my discs were herniated (thank god); it's muscular, but it's also BAD.

I'm doped up on muscle relaxers and half a Vicodin, while The Boy is puttering around in the kitchen in a flowered dress and red heels, a la Donna Reed, making dinner for us.

I don't know how I lived for so long without this. (That's not a snark; that's serious.)

The Boy is puttering around in the kitchen in a flowered dress and red heels, a la Donna Reed, making dinner for us.

What, no pearls?

The slattern.

It's okay that I laughed, though, right? It wasn't a mean laugh and I'm sorry your back hurts. I never thought about it, but I have been finding Izzard hot lately...he doesn't know any transvestites in my area that he could vouch for? At least we could split up the staring.

I don't know how I lived for so long without this. (That's not a snark; that's serious.)

Yeah, I know what you mean.

(note to jetlagged body: 8pm is too early for bed, for reals!)

Tep, I'm sorry about your back... I had a similar experience recently, where I did something dumb and had pain for a few days... there was relief that it wasn't the same as it was then it was horrible, and I knew it would get better, which helped with the panic. But still, sucktastical.

It was fairly boring, but not creepy like I mildly suspected.

which means you can post about the text that you found hilarious/odd but didn't want to post in case he was good and not hilarious/odd.... right?

t /Bored and Nosy

Iris' godparents couldn't make it here twice this weekend - canceled yesterday because they spent 2 hours on 95 and didn't go anywhere. canceled today because they weren't feeling well. it sucked. Plus we couldn't get ahold of the one babysitter we know about in order to do cool things with d on friday night. [Which we will fix, d. there are many places around here to explore, I sense. And there have to be some single non-dorks as DH's job...] However -

Buffista magic rules!!! brendam - you are the besterestest. Thank you note is coming (so is yours Sparky) - but the tickets were just the thing. and being what they were, we didn't actually have to wait in horrendous lines, which means we got to see the exhibit while Iris was still asleep - plus, once she woke up, we could go around the rest of the museum. So cool.

So buffistas saved the weekend. many thanks.

My favorite line about funeral attire comes from Their Eyes Were Watching God, when Joe dies and Janie goes to the funeral in her overalls: "She was too busy feeling grief to dress like grief.

Oh, I love that you just quoted this. TEWWG is one of my favorite books, and that line always gets me.

It's funny. I always have dressed up and worn dark colors when going to a funeral, but when I die I really am one of those freaks who would want friends and family to throw a big party, dress in whatever is comfortable, and stay as far away from the remains of my body as possible. That said, I know that funerals are about the living, not the dead. If friends/family needed a sober gathering, more power to 'em.