So, last night, Mrs. Trisha, myself and our dear friend, Miss-soon-to-be-Mrs. Natalie went out for dinner in order to send off our friend to wedded bliss. It was just the three of us as it has been many times over the ten years that all three of us have been friends. Natalie did not want a Bachelorette Party, nothing like the Bachelorette Extravaganza that was Trisha's (and my liver thanks Natalie, Highly!) So dinner it was decided. Trisha was late and Natalie and I were on the verge of freaking out, feeling guilty and trying hard not to. It wasn't our fault that we had a table and were ready to order and Trisha was no where to be seen, right? But, she did arrive, in frazzled fashion and once we heard the tale of In-Laws at her apartment, we totally understood. And then Mine and Natalie's guilt was assauged- our dinner companion had arrived!

We had gone to the Poppyseed, and for those of you that don't know and have never been there, truly great food, everything's fresh, and the prices are pretty resonable. It was so good to just laugh and talk and eat and laugh and talk. After dinner, we were trying to decide just what to do. It was early, only 9:30. Who the hell goes out to bars at 9:30? No one we know, so we swung to Natalie's mom's, to kill sometime and talk wedding stuff and see the beautiful bouquets that she's made for us, and then we went to the Bear's Den, a local Lackawanna watering hole. It was quarter to 11 at this point, still early, but doable at least. So we went out for a beer and just laughed like we hadn't in years. We're all so very different, the three of us, but we work, we blend, we mesh, and as we've known each other for so long, it doesn't seem to matter how long we haven't seen each other or talked to each other, we still fit into our neiches of Blossom (myself), Buttercup (Trisha), and Bubbles (Natalie). For those people out in the cosmos that know us, they know precisely how apropos those little monikers really are.

I can't believe that The Wedding (Part deux) is in exactly TWO WEEKS! And I still haven't written a word in manner of a speech. I'd better get going on that.

TTFN

Dapled sunlight hits her hair causing it to glisten like gold at dawn. Cold, cold air brushes over her face making her eyes water and her nose and cheeks turn a vibrant shade of pink. "This is winter," she thinks, as she trudges onward, "and I am longingly waiting for Spring." Then, she spies a very little rose bud, somehow still alive despite the cold snap and she smiles. Such a tiny little miracle in the midst of December

Well, the next wedding that I am Maid of Honour in is in three weeks. Three weeks and then my insanity of past almost two years is over! I will actually have money for myself again! And not have to worry about, "Should I bring a date, and if so, who do I actually have to ask?" Those of you that were at the last The Wedding may remember that my date, also known as the Boy, couldn't make it in, so I wound up dateless anyway. But frankly, I had more fun without him so that was a blessing in disguise. It also caused me to just boycott the whole notion of a wedding date for this one. Girls, let me give a word of advice, if two of your very best friends in the whole wide world are getting married within four months of each, and they both love you so much that they ask you to be maid of honour, and Christmas is smack-dab in the middle of both, BOW OUT OF ONE OF THEM! Or, and this is probably more appropriate, ask for help and accept it oh-so-gratefully if help is volunteered. I'm an Aries, through and through (although as I'm born on a cusp, I *do* tend to have some Piscean traits) and I'm not used to asking for help, no matter how difficult it makes my life. In fact, someone could offer to help and I almost always reply, "No, thank you. I can do it myself." And the sad part is, I usually do, no matter how stressed out I make myself! Hello, my name is Andrea and I'm a control freak! At least I can admit my problem.

I have to admit for this, The Wedding, I'm in pretty good shape. I dropped my shoes off today, with a colour swatch of the dress fabric, to be dyed. And my dress has been taken in slightly and shortened. (Here's a sad, sad fact- I have three inch heels for this wedding, and my dress *still* had to be taken up three and a half inches! That is how short I am!) I just need a gift, which is going to be oh-so-exotic money, and a card and I'm all set and ready to go. I say that for now, but something is bound to happen! Oh, well. At least I know my Wedding Anxiety dream won't be coming true.

The thing that is going to suck about The Weddings both being over is that I will have no legitimate reason to continue buying "Martha Stewart Weddings" without my mother looking at me weird. That freaking magazine is like Crack! for those of you that don't know, it's the Wedding Bible. I highly recommend.

I think that's about all. Good night!

Breathless...
With Anticipation, she waits,
As the dye takes hold,
Takes root, in her hair,
"What will he write tonight?"
She wonders.
Alas, it must wait a little longer,
Anticipation, breathless,
Time to rinse.

• sigh*

Good night, sweet prince.
My hair says I must bid you
Adieu.

So, I'm back for the second time to try and post the list of my goals for two thousand and five. I had a whole neat preamble but that's lost to the cosmos forever. (Don't just hate it when your first draft is just kick ass and then you lose it and you have to try and make up all of that creative ground. And for me, it's never as good as the first draft!)

Okay my goals for 2005. (I would like to specify that these are *not* New Year's Resolutions. I don't believe in New Year's Resolutions. Far too easily broken.)
-Pay off credit cards and KEEP them paid off
-Get proper, nice boyfriend whom I like and likes me back (Sounds simple but trickier than one would think, for me at least.)
-Buy car-either new or used, whichever is better value
-Lose weight, and not the same five of ten pounds over and over again!
-Get student loans out of default
-Start saving for a house
-keep check book balanced.

Personally, I believe that all of these goals are quite accomplishable, something of which I am *very* proud. Wish me luck!

Adieu

I just had this whole damn post, ready to go and the damn thing got erased! mother @#$%-er! ARGH! I hit publish and it came back- NOTHING! Now I have to write the whole thing over again!

YAY! I just booked my trip. I am going to England this May to see my family. I am so excited because now all of my flights are booked- Buffalo to JFK to Heathrow, Heathrow to JFK to Buffalo. I haven't been in nearly six years. In that time, my grandmother moved from the Midlands to the East Coast, my older cousin, Georgina got divorced, had a kid, and remarried (in that order!), my younger cousin Denise, moved and returned from Japan (she hated it there! Total culture shock!), her baby brother Alex moved to New Zealand, got married and had a baby girl, that he and his now estranged wife named Ivy (the funny part here is that their last name is Wall. Imagine naming your baby girl Ivy Wall! It's just so mean!) Also, in that time, my goddaughter/ baby cousin turned 6. 6! I haven't seen her since she was 6 months old! Although I do have a mini shrine to the child! And my Uncle Peter was diagnosed with cancer. My Uncle David also moved, but only three houses down, to a bigger house with an actual conservatory. And my Aunt Ruth, the baby of the family, moved to the coast as well, in order to be close to my grandmother. (She couldn't bear the thought of being without my grandmother!) As you can see, there have been many changes since I've last been there, most especially in world events. I can't wait! Now, I have to get my passport renewed and well, some other personal stuff needs to be, how shall I put this, dealt with. I'M GOING TO ENGLAND! WOO HOO!

Let's see, today at work, I finished balancing my check book. Discovered why I was ten dollars short- which was good. I wrote my goals down for the year. They make take longer than a year, but they are all quite do-able. Somehow, someway, I will accomplish them. That's about it. I may go into more detail later. Then again, maybe not. Bye.

I am late. I am remiss. But, I just had to say that I had *Thee* most wonderful time at Paul's Birthday/ Matt, Paul, Terry's Housewarming Bash! Unfortunately, I had to remain sober, but it was still phenomenal and it was so good to see everyone and to meet new E-strippers as well. (E-strippers... hmmmm... sounds like extra fun!) Anyway, it was nice to be missed and I shall try to now disappear for months at a time anymore, both in the written form and in person. TTFN all!

the Spring (I can't fucking wait for it to get here and for snow and cold to go away!)
Faerie ;)

I had a dream last night that actually woke me up out of sound sleep at 4:30 in the morning, two full hours before I had to get up for work. This dream upset me so much, that I couldn't get it out of my head, making it practically impossible for me to fall back to sleep until my alarm went off at 6:30. (woo hoo.) This dream was about the Boy. Dreams about the boy have a tendency to upset me, so it's a good thing that I only have them about once a year. This morning's dream was as all dreams are, surreal and yet real. I was at the McKinley Mall of all places, and for those of you that know that mall, there is a dry cleaners across from Walden's Book Sellers, but in my dream the dry cleaners was also like a Vegas Wedding Chapel, where you can get married very quickly at any time of day. Well, in this dream, I saw the Boy's mother, his sister and his niece and his sister was getting married in this Wedding Chapel. I talked to them briefly and then went outside. He came after me. I didn't even know he was there. And when I saw him, my eyes immediately focused on his left hand. He was wearing a ring and had gotten married. I was devastated, asking him, "You're married?". I burst into tears and hit him. I was hurt and my first reaction was to strike out. He asked me why and did that and I was walking, kind of in a circle, shaking my head, my heart breaking, and I said, "It's too late! Everyone was telling me to tell you and I never did and now it's too late! I love you! I've been in love with you for years and I never told you." Softly, he replied, "I knew". And then, he kissed me. And it seemed so real. After, I looked at him and asked, "Now, where does that leave us." "I'm still married." "Why? Why her?" "She was there on a suicide watch. I seemed like the right thing to do." My head began to spin, knowing that the marriage wouldn't work, but I couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't have kids by the time it failed. I walked away, feeling utterly destroyed. I wound up, at night in AC Moore (of all places!) and bought a bridal magazine of all things! Then, I woke up, upset (but not crying, unlike the last dream with the boy!) and fitfully trying to go back to sleep.