Well, much as I would have loved to have been at the (e:Ladycroft) birthday extravaganza, I had a prior engagement this evening. My dear friend, Marilyn, whom I worked with for quite a few years at the Disney Store, got married this evening at 6 P.M. Their story is quite sweet, actually. She and her now husband, Darrin, used to date when they were in their late teens early 20's and then went their separate ways. He got married, she had her own life. They lost track of each other. Then he got divorced and one day, when she was working at Disney, he happened to walk by and spotted her there and the rest is history. They were both so happy, I can't help but smile. They had a Disney themed wedding, apropos as it was Disney that brought them together again. Originally, they were planning on getting married dressed as Beauty and the Beast, but they nixed that idea. Instead, all of their attendants were dressed as various Disney characters. Darrin had on a Mickey tie and she had on a lovely wedding gown. It was a lovely day and I am now very happily tired. Off to Bedfordshire for me. Ciao.

Okay, I don't know what's in the air or something, but I have been acting very uncharacteristically blonde as of late, culminating in me actually saying, "I don't get it," with a very blank expression on my face! I have always prided myself on being very much the blonde not blonde, as in I have blonde hair but never acted as a stereotypical dumb blonde. And this week well, I have been. When will it end? I know not!

Well, I think the title pretty much says it all. Happy Birthday dear, dear (e:Dimartiste). That's about it. I'm just not that interesting anymore!

adieu

My head swims. Can't help but wonder what the hell is going on in the world. Just when everything seems right, seems okay, seems like there's a handle on things, that's precisely when things seem to unravel. Why is that? Is it lessons? Is it God's twisted sense of humour? Is it just part of being a human, of living a life? I know that no one has the answers, not even the Pope, the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Dalai Lama, or whomever seems to have all the answers. Perhaps all I ought to do is continue planning the party, keep doing my work, and keep my head down- out of the way, so to speak. So much to do and I'm spitting out random thoughts. *Sigh*. I'm off. Ciao.

It's horrible when you read something about one of your very closest friends, who just happens to be having a baby, and she writes a post that's all cryptic, and, well, worrying. I hope that everything is all right with Little Bug. It could just be sorrow over the whole Hurricane Katrina thing, but I don't know. I feel out of the loop, helpless. It's 25 minutes to midnight- too late to call an expectant mother. These thoughts won't stop spinning. God, I hope everything is all right with her. :_(