Help!

I am the maid of honor in my friend's wedding next month.

And of course, I have a big silly dress to wear.

I need to have said big silly dress taken in.

Can anyone recommend a tailor/seamstress? This is more than just hemming some slacks, so I don't want to just go to a random dry cleaner or something...

"SINGLE BLACK FEMALE seeks male companionship, ethnicity unimportant.
I'm a very good looking girl who LOVES to play. I love long
walks in woods, riding in your pickup truck, hunting, camping and fishing trips,
cozy winter nights lying by the fire. Candlelight dinners will have me
eating out of your hand. Rub me the right way and watch me respond. I'll
be at the front door when you get home from work, wearing only what
nature gave me. Kiss me and I'm yours. Call (404) xxx-xxxx and ask for
"Daisy."





Over 15,000 men found themselves talking to the Atlanta Humane Society
about an 8-week old black Labrador retriever.

A paul-style phone-purge gave these pix:



A SWEETHEART of a stray dog that wandered in while I was getting my hair cut. He was the sweetest thing ever. Fortunately when I went back later, his owner had come and found him. Apparently he cried tears of relief when he finally found him. :)


At work, lookin good!! haha. glasses and all. Ugh.


Cutest. things. ever.


I can't believe this tiny thing is 12GB. I remember my first powerbook, with it's blazing fast 33mhz processor, and after I filled up the 20mb hard drive, I got a little external 100mb hard drive, which I was sure was more space than I could EVER use. Oh, how times have changed.


Drinking beer at the Malamute at about 930am on a wednesday, after a long night at work. KLASSY! I had to 'borrow' my glass though. It was like the old-style Canadian 'double label', and said "I'd rather be partying. Oh wait. I am partying."


A wine tasting bar in the pittsburgh? philadelphia? (i forget) airport on my way to vacation. it was not open at 6am or whenever it was I was there. Good thinking.

I feel like i'm 100 years old.
My whole body is sore, and I'm fucking TIRED.
I can't imagine being a farmer.

I spent my weekend helping a friend with a bunch of yardwork. putting up a little fence, transplanting a bunch of little trees then laying out about 3 miles of soaker hose to water them, several trips to lowe's for various necessities, and nearly catching on fire. And watching Saw 3.

apparently when you plant grass you are supposed to cover it with straw to keep moisture in, and birds out.

That is fine for a small area, but is slow-going and labor-intensive.

So there is a machine to help do this.

Straw is very flammable.

Tires burn for a long time.

It was scary/exciting/depressing/cool all at once.

And now i'm back at work, and am not happy about it.
No memorial day cookout or any of that for me.

But honestly, a full weekend of doing some real WORK kind of feels good... makes me feel... productive? And makes me think "I don't know how people do this ALL the time." One weekend is enough for me.

I dunno. We busted our butts, but got a lot done. Even if I did get whiny and cranky by the end. If I close my eyes, I can imagine the brown dirt turning into a lush green lawn. :)

I want a massage. My muscles ache and my hands are all torn up. Despite several showers I think I still have straw in my hair. ;)

oy. time for some caffeine to wake me up.

happy memorial day peeps. have a beer and burger for me!

ok this is a random PSA, but I just went downstairs to get my mail, and was greeted by the delicious smell of fresh-baked cookies-

there's an open house going on, in my house, right now.

So if anyone's interested- come on by!

Of course, I will not be here, and they're not showing my apt- but still. It looks good and they're nice ppl, and it's a great house. (and I'm a DREAM tenant, and I need good new owners who won't kick me out!)

(and to just cut to the chase, they're asking 179.)