If I've done anything I'm sorry for, I'm willing to be forgiven.”

So today I'm thinking I was a little harsh on my thoughts about the Wedding Shower. After all, they are trying to please everybody which is why it's a mishmash of everything. The groom doesn't get his Vegas Wedding so they are making a separate party for him. The Bride's sisters did fly in last night from Chicago and North Carolina to host the party and my SIL is opening her house up for the party. The wedding invite came yesterday and they are beautiful and the location is pretty swanky and they even sent an invite to my mom which was very sweet.

So basically, I was just bitching because I don't feel so hot. I began getting vaccines on Wed and I have to go back next week because they didn't want to tax my system by giving me four different ones on the same day so they only did two one in each arm and next week they will do two more maybe three if I can talk them into it, then I go back in two months and six months for the second and third parts of the ones I got this week. On top of all the other Dr's appts. One of the big things I miss about living in a big city is the quality of health care. I have to drive the hour into Orlando and the hour back even if my appt only lasts 15 mins or so.

Enough bitching, I have one more present to wrap and then I have to see if I can make guacamole from some really hard avocados.

SIL has requested that Honey does his famous lap dances tonight, that's always a treat. Now that I know how to work the video on my camera, I might just catch a dance.


“I'm sorry you are wiser, I'm sorry you are taller; I liked you better foolish and I liked you better smaller.”

----Aline Murray Kilmer

Who's Your Daddy?

"Is it possible you may have a knocked somebody up?" I ask Honey out of the blue.

"No, I never let mines escape blah, blah, blah, blah" He was on a roll of funny ways to say how he couldn't be the baby's daddy.

"Hmm weird, there is this guy in my book study that looks just like you when you were probably his age" I tell him.

"Baby, I'm telling you none of that junk ever got loose" he says.

"Okay, I believe you" But that's actually not the point of me starting this conversation.

"Well how old is he?"

I say "Early to mid 20's, so feasibly he could be yours if you were 16 and not careful."

"Hmmm, I know he is not mine"

So Honey was a virgin at 16, good to know, he got married at 18 or something crazy like that and she lives around here somewhere, I don't really care where. For some reason his past relationships mean squat to me. But if she had been pregnant somebody would have told me, his older sisters are great like that. They give me so much teasing ammo, and that is great for times like when he shaves off an eyebrow.

"That's not the point of this whole conversation though, the point is I can't even look at him because he looks so much like you." That makes it hard when he is speaking, cause I just want to stare at him and see exactly what it is that makes him look so much like a younger Honey.

I can't just stare at him, what if he thinks I'm interested? Or does he just thinks I'm some quiet kook who stares rudely at people.

If I had had a baby at 16, the baby would be 17 now, almost an adult. I still get carded for cigarettes! You only have to be 18 to buy them. My mind can't comprehend what my life would have been like if I had been a pregnant teenager and spent the last 17 years of my life raising a child. Weird.

I wonder if Honey is thinking the same thoughts today about what if he had had a baby at 16. Probably not.

As a babeless house we have the luxury of time to ponder such things.. but I'm sure ouir ideas are so totally different. I'd bet ten to one he's thinking about how to work the gun show into his weekend so he can sell his deceased father's handguns. And why the hell his father had them in the first place.