I missed her…

 

Quote of the day:

"Instead of judging, start accepting yourself with all the imperfections, all the frailties, all the mistakes, all the failures. Don’t ask yourself to be perfect. That is simply asking something impossible, and then you are feeling frustrated. You are a human being." 

~Osho

 

Getting your fiance to give you the names and addresses of the family he wants to invite to the wedding is like pulling out your toe nails slowly one…by…one. I swear to goodness I’ve begged this dude to give me names since June. I have save-the-dates that I created sitting at home collecting dust because he won’t move his arse. Today I had enough. I’m pmsin, I’m in school, I’m trying to get as much stuff out of the way before I get deep into school work as possible, and he has yet to give me one address. I can’t stand him right now. He works my nerves.

Anyway, hmmmm…dunno what I have or have not mentioned since I last wrote. We have a photographer! Don’t know if I mentioned that. My co-workers husband is a photographer. I got the chance to view his site and some pictures he did from the fashion show "Africa Rising" at the Kennedy Center and I was sold. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that he is doing it for $1900 less than he normally charges. Squeeee!

School is good. I like my professor. There’s one I’ve been told to watch out for, but it looks like she teaches eeevvvrrryyyttthhhiinnnggg, so in November I need to plot on how I’m not going to run into her. Everyone complains about her.

So money has seemed so elusive lately, specifically because of the wedding, so I’m fighting over every dime I lose. Like the $9 my gym owes me. I’m on the phone trying to straighten that out when the dude cuts me off. "I’ll just go ahead and refund the $9"…I’m sorry, but I’m still talking. I continue and he cuts me off again! Forget it SIR! just let me speak to a supervisor. "That’ll 24-48 hours". Ok, that’s fine. Put in that request and in the meantime, please let me speak to someone else. Turns out it’s an inbound only call center, so I called back. I’m sitting on the phone givin evil eyes to the little devil that’s circling my bank account stealin money when my phone rings. It’s a 914 number…ummm…I don’t know anybody in….LAWD IS THIS ANOTHER BILL???? I’m not gonna be able to do it God. not . gonna . be . able . to . do . it. I answer and the person is all "hello stranger…" ummm, whose this??? "Michelle!" OMGOMGOMG!!! I don’t know if any of you have been reading me for this long, but Michelle was my best friend at Chatham, my first college in Pittsburgh. We stayed in touch after I left Chatham, and she eventually moved to NY. She was having a difficult time dealing with her life, especially when her father passed. Anyway, she was one of THE best friends that I ever had! I just remember her having to switch phones, and going through a lot, and then I was going through a lot, and we stopped speaking for a moment. Then I tried to locate her number and couldn’t. It was craziness. Talking to her was like a breath of fresh air! We are suppose to talk later on tonight at around 10. Woohoo! I never realized how much I missed her until she called.

Ok, I’m off . I have some work to finish up, then it’s off to drop Pepper at the Pet Hotel. I hate leaving him. I know he’s a cat but that’s my baby, and he’s very skiddish. Oh bleh. Don’t wanna think about it. I’m headed out of town until Sunday afternoon.

 

God Speed,

Future Mrs. Johnson