Probably was the same couple, Askye. I was repeating off of the top of my head, though I'm pretty sure it wasn't on Feministing, might have been though.

Greg and I were married by a Catholic notary friend of mine, because he was Catholic, and blessed by my pastor, in an office building. It had been planned for the park, but we got torrential rain.

I saw the story on Salon Broadsheet. My eyeballs just about rolled right out of my head.

Calif. statutory law

That's a very long document.

It may have been from a link to Salon. One of the people on my flist is highly political and I've followed some of her links.

I'ma go to bed now. I meant to say hello and give hairpats where wanted, but I'm suddenly exhausted. It's been a very long day.

sj, I'm sorry about the SSI mess, but you did light a bulb in my brain that should have been lit long ago. We're going to check on benefits for Aidan. We could use some help, especially with extra pairs of glasses and adaptive technologies.

Deena! How are you? How are the kids doing in school this year? I sent you a couple of e-mails last week, but it may have been when your power was out.

Deena, you should definitely be able to get benefits for Aidan, at least until he is 18. However, they love to deny everyone at least once. If that happens, get a lawyer who specializes in this sort of thing.

I'm a big fan of marriage and enjoyed all 3 of my weddings immensely. I considered the government thing and the wedding thing completely separate. Marriage is an important part of the commitment for me personally, being the product of my parents and life experiences. It brings me joy to see loved ones that were denied the right to marry finally having that option. I believe future generations will be shocked that this was ever prohibited.

Still as important as the commitment of marriage is to me personally, it would neither surprise nor upset me if the boys didn't feel the same way. They have enjoyed the weddings they have attended, so maybe I'll get to do the mother of the groom thing.

Survived the long day, kinda. Somehow I managed to screw up the car reservation so we just canceled DH's flight and hotel for tomorrow. I clearly remember seeing the confirmation page and printing it for the car, and yet, no record of that ever happening. At this point I think it was a delusion. So it cost me $75 to cancel the air and nothing to cancel the hotel. Still feel odd, but apparently it wasn't meant to be.

Perhaps more sleep would be a good plan.

edit to remove extra random y

I have a meeting tomorrow for which I am bringing some materials to pass out. I just realized that I have the date wrong for one of the events that one set of materials applies to, and I'm now unsure which Saturday in October I need to reference. Fortunately, I have not printed them yet (thank god I double checked on the date), and I can always mail out the docs after the meeting, but still... rookie mistake, man! I'm usually so anal about stuff like that.

Oh, well. At least the other materials are OK. Yeah, because they didn't have any dates to check. ::smacks self upside head::

I just love reading the "Cops and courts" section of our small town newspaper.

To wit:

Aug. 31, 2008

5:54 p.m.: A woman reported that a man approached her at the Big Steer [restaurant/truck stop], 8051 Bagley Ave., gave her a check and told her he wanted to make her the queen of Morocco. He also told her that he was a doctor. He left in a red Chevy Cavalier.

What? Not a blue box?

Monday, Sept. 15, 2009

11:35 a.m.: A caller reported a man riding in circles on a bicycle on Western Avenue, yelling at passersby and stopping traffic. The man was reported as approximately 50 years old with a patch over one eye. On Sept. 6, a disturbance was reported nearby at Perkins Restaurant, when an older man with an eye patch riding a red bicycle was said to have been yelling profanities. In both cases, officers were unable to locate anyone fitting the description.

rookie mistake, man! I'm usually so anal about stuff like that.

Jen, my sistah in febblemindedness. Still don't know how I managed to not know we were without car reservation until 7 hours before we would have left for the airport. Duh. I never miss that kind of thing.

And with that I shall drain the last of my wine and hit the sack. G'night Bitches.

'Night, my sistah.