Not blogging in a while makes me realize how much stuff I need to do with the blog. I've been meaning to update for a few months, and in that time I've probably touched two lines of code. Right now I'm thinking, "where's my darn 'preview' button?"

I went to Massachusetts over Thanksgiving. The drive to and from sucked. I meant to stay three nights but ended up being more like seven. The weird thing is that I want to go back! I'm trying to get Rob to send out his resume to other places than Minneapolis. I've suggested Boston (he liked names of companies near my hotel) and Dallas (no snow), but it doesn't sound like he may need to:

Rob got some good news the other night...from his first company. I hope they'll hire him back.

I'm getting married on Saturday. I never though the day would come; time moves too slowly! Now I'm so excited I can't sleep. I am putting together the last details (music, favors, place cards) and then the planning is finally over... and the big day comes.

My uncle is coming up from way southern Texas on Wednesday (that's tomorrow!). Wow, I'm so excited to meet people I've never seen in a long time. A friend from high school is coming to the wedding. I sent an invitation and wasn't sure if she would show up because she waited until the very last minute to respond. My mom was going to make it a surprise, but I noticed her name on the list when I was going through final counts.

After the wedding I plan on going on a mini vacation near Albany, New York. I'll spend three nights at the hotel, plus the two overnights from driving. I'm excited for the vacation too that I might not even need the overnight of rest. But I'll be safe, I promise.

I'm so excited I can't even write a good entry...I'm like a kid in a candy store!

This past weekend (and Wednesday) were the crappiest days I've had in a long time.

I started my bi-weekly therapy again to cut down on anxiety...er, to get my anti-anxiety medication refilled. My therapist started saying extremely mean things to me and about my future husband. My therapist thinks because Rob got fired and is blind, he's a worthless pile of crap that I don't deserve. This therapist also wants to talk to my mom and dad so she can teach them how to be better parents to me. I told my parents about how my therapist wanted to meet them, and both my parents had the same bottom-line reaction; my mom stared at me for a few seconds and then did her laugh, while my dad burst out in confusion.

My therapist broke me down to tears near the end of the session, then gave me crap for crying because I "get too worked up too late into the session." I'd take that bible-thumping therapist who told me God is the answer to my problems over this therapist any day. I asked Rob to go to the next session, but I'm afraid it will only prove my therapist's concept of Rob.

Saturday was somewhat crappy. I took my wedding dress to the tailor and I was told to get the smaller size which was actually too small for me. How there are nine inches difference in size is unknown to me, but that's how it was. Luck was on my side, however, when I look and the "middle size" was magically being sold for the first time. My dress should be here within the next few days (yes, that quickly) and no kidding, will come in a box no bigger than 10x8x4. I'll take a picture.

Sunday was crappy, crappy, crappy. I was in St. Louis Park, and someone hit my car. I pull over on the side of the road, and all woman can say is, "I was already on the main road."

Listen, if I'm going straight from an entrance onto the highway and you're coming from a cloverleaf with a YIELD sign (two even) that are highlighted with an orange rectangle AND FLAGS you were NOT on the main road. Here's a better explanation that any idiot should understand: your damage was on the front of your van; damage on my car was on the rear. I was in front of you and that makes it pretty damn likely it wasn't my fault.

I appreciate you driving away after giving me your fake phone number, however I have your license plate number. I filled out my accident report, and for your sake, hope you did too. I didn't think there was much damage, but when I'm looking at my car, it looks like it's driving down the road SIDEWAYS. It sure as hell didn't look like that before; I've only had the car for two months.

Also, Minnesota; please actually use those damn accident reports to build safer roads. Put a damn stop sign at the bottom of the cloverleaf instead of a yield. Us Minnesotans, for whatever reason, don't understand the difference between a red triangle and yellow diamond (merge).