Let the insanity begin

I'm the Matron of Honor for my best friend's wedding. She just recently became engaged. I'm thrilled. She's an important attorney for T-Mobile and has zero time to plan a wedding. I offered to help, like I have time... but alas, she is my best friend and I'd do just about anything for her. Wish me luck! My friends in the East Bay, North Bay and SF, any suggestions, favorites, etc?

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Why are some days so hard?

Dylan is sick. Puking sick and I really don't do well with vomit. I actually feel like vomiting myself just thinking about it. I'm sick, Hayden is sick and Mike if feeling pretty low too. What a shitty day.

The worst part of it all? The sadness I feel for Dylan this morning. Her best friend from school, Dillon "the boy," was supposed to come over this morning to play. It was going to be the first time and we have had it planned for over a week. Everyday she gets up and asks if it's Friday. This morning she said to me, "its Friday today isn't it? I'm sick; and Dillon "the boy" can’t come play can he?" I feel sorry for her. I feel sorry for me. Waaaahhhh!

Dillon “the boy” is a cutey… Dylan took this picture of him at her school’s Christmas show.

I wish, I wish for....

While visiting my parents in sunny Southern California at Christmas the weather was in the mid 80's. So everyday, without fail, the ice cream man made his way down the street and Dylan would start screaming like Eddie Murphy in Delirious. She LOVED the ice cream man.

On the fourth day of our visit, Dylan picked a Dandelion “wish” and said, “I wish, I wish the ice cream man would come to my house.” This will never happen; we live on a dirt road far from civilization. Poor kid. Who knew I could feel such guilt for such a simple thing?

Why me, why me, why me?

I'm sitting here trying to be clever and all I can think of is the damned dog, Darlin', laying behind me. She's currently making that yucky licking sound over and over again. She's deaf so yelling at her doesn't work all though I have tried. I just stamped the floor near her head with no response. Ten minutes of licking. I can’t think. I can only hear the constant sound of licking dog.

She likes me best this time of night because I sneak her leftovers .The dog stopped licking long enough for me to take her picture, then she promptly farted and left the room. Bitch!