Life is like…something really poetic i can’t think of right now.

Isn’t it fun to have really long titles for entries??  Yes, I think so, too.  

So, holla everyone, because my host (with the most) (I’m so funny) added some fun ways to keep up with my posts over here.  Add Troisieme to your Google, Yahoo, or MSN page.  (Personally, I’m an MSN girl, myself.  I have my horoscope, 3 cartoon strips, quote of the day, all sorts of junk on there.)

By the way, Scud, how come there’s no link to your site on my page?  There totally should be, don’t you think?  Or are you trying to remain anonymous or something? 

So yeah.  The weekend was good.  I had a good birthday.  I got to spend a lot of time with C’s parents, so that was good.  His dad and I bonded at the rehearsal dinner, where the pianist was playing old tunes like “Moonlight in Vermont” and “Isn’t it Romantic,” and he and I played “Name That Tune.”  He likes that I know all those old songs, because none of the other kids do.  lol.  Anyway.  Saturday night at the reception, as C was participating in the garter throwing thing, his dad leaned over to me at the table and said something like, “you know, not to put too much pressure or anything like that, but for what’s it’s worth, we are both just thrilled that you’re in C’s life.”  I told him thank you, and that so am I.  Very nice to hear.  I don’t know what I would do if his parents didn’t like me.  Yikes.

The wedding was beautiful and all that.  The priest told some 5 minute long joke that led to one not-that-great punch line.  It was weird.  I didn’t know priests were allowed to tell jokes at weddings.  It was especially weird coming from this particular priest, who was, the previous evening, haranguing on about no one chewing gum or drinking before the ceremony.  He even said this: “I’m not the alcohol police or anything, but if I see that anyone has been drinking, you will not be allowed to participate in the ceremony.”  WHAT?  So anyway, the joke thing was surprising, being that everyone (including the bride and her mother) was walking around, referring to him as “the wedding nazi.”

I ran into one friend/acquaintance from high school and two friends from my freshman year at Baylor.  One of the guys from Baylor stayed at the reception late into the night like we did, and he talked to me for a while.  On the drive home, C said, “That guy liked you.”  I laughed and told him that yeah, I think he always sort of had a crush on me.  Nice guy, but no. 

I think the best part of the weekend was when I met C at his apartment after leaving work early on Friday to head over to the rehearsal.  I got there a few minutes before he did, so he came up to my car and knocked on the window.  I almost died of shock;  he had cut his HAIR the night before!  Oh my god.  He looks so good with his hair short.  Ahhh…it’s a beautiful thing.  I was happy.  Don’t get me wrong, I like the whole shaggy look, but he just looks SO good with short hair. 

Last night we went out for steak for my birthday and (sort of an added bonus) our 5-month anniversary.  Funny how in the beginning you notice every month that passes.  It seems like it’s been so much longer than that to me, I guess just because I feel so comfortable.  For my birthday he gave me a gift card for a spa to get a massage and a facial.  No, no, let me get this right:  an Environmental Facial (which he made a point of getting because they told him it was good for allergies, lol).  And he gave me a framed photo of the two of us.  Cute.  I’m ridiculously in love. 

I really wish I had more money.  I’m thinking of selling old textbooks on half.com or amazon.com.  I also have a whole shitload of Mary Kay products that I never sold (since I never “launched” my Mary Kay business, lol).  I wonder if I could sell that stuff, too.  I really need to pay off some bills before I am unemployed and in school again, or whatever it is I’m going to do.

I’m trying to work it out so that I can go visit H in Washington, D.C. while the cherry blossoms are blooming!  I’m dying to visit (and to go to my fave Thai restaurant, Thaiphoon)!  And to meet her special friend.  Ha.  So hopefully that will happen.  I just realized K is on Spring Break this week.  HELLO?  Why she no call me?  Sniff.  Sigh.  K, are you reading this??  Why you no call me?  What color you like?  Wha?  Curly E wants to get together, are you guys game?  Holla back.  O.K., sorry for that personal note to everyone else who is not K.  Ahem.

Better get back to work.  SIGH.  I’ll try to be better about updating.

C’est finis.