Sassy Black Friend

World’s Best Maid of Honor

That’s me. Or, at least it is in my head. Little Sister is getting married (still without a job though – ahem). I couldn’t be happier, though it is a little weird. She’s still kind of a punk kid to me, so the idea of her doing something so adult is funny.

They’re going small, so I’ve recommended she “hire” J to help out with planning and organizing things, she’s amazing at that. Plus, for someone who doesn’t believe in marriage, the woman sure knows an awful lot about wedding accessories.

I promised to do everything she asks as long as she doesn’t make any comments about when my wedding will be. In case you’re interested, the boyfriend and I will get married exactly one year after people stop asking.

More Mom time

The adventure continues. And by continues, I mean continues to get on my nerves. There’s something just wrong about having your parents in your home. Like roles are confused. This morning I woke up to discover she’d rearranged the fridge and some cabinets to “help” us settle in. Like we haven’t decided where to keep mugs in all this time we’ve lived here.

On the bright side, we had a lot of fun shopping this afternoon. Looked at some mbt shoes and my mother bought herself some new boots, and actually wanted my opinion on them. That may sound like a little thing, but major for us.

Dreaming of snowblowers

Uh, having a house sucks when you get record amounts of snow. Twice in one winter. My back is killing me from trying to shovel out the driveway and front walk. Apparently we can get sued if someone falls in front of the house if we don’t clear it. Swell. So, we’re shoveling and fantasizing about buying a snowblower. It’s going on the list of things we must, must, must have – between a kegerator and some excellent xbox accessories.

The most wonderful time of the year

I’ll admit it. I’m a rabid consumer. Especially at this time of year. I get little gifts for everyone. It isn’t about spending a lot of money, I just love the whole process of holiday shopping. With one large exception. The music. (J, don’t kill me for this). Having every elevator, street corner, and store playing aggressively cheerful holiday music gives me a headache. So, I spend most of December walking around town with headphones on, listening to anything else, loudly.

So, while I will happily spend hours picking out candy for clients, scarves for my cousins, a playstation 3 for the boyfriend (not really), and bottles of booze for my pals, I do it with crappy R&B from the late 90s in my ears.

Electronics overload

Not as fun as cute overload, but still good. Actually I hate that site, but… moving right along. I’ve taken on some extra work to help with holiday shopping and vacation plans.

There are currently 12 digital cameras sitting on our dining room table, and I get to play with all of them.

I’m writing an article about the insane range of quality and features pointed at the casual user, and how confusing it can be to select and then use something so simple. I’ve got a headache already, and the boyfriend is hiding from me – he doesn’t want to be one of my testers.

The strangest things…

I get obsessed with the strangest things, really. After my weekend shopping trip I was sitting in the living room thinking about the floors in the house. They’re all hardwood and tile, which make them easy to clean, but not very comfortable in cold weather. Neither the boyfriend or I wear shoes in the house much, and we don’t own a single pair of slippers.

Now, we have a couple of fantastic rugs in key areas, but we can’t exactly afford to slap down an area rug anywhere we might walk.

So I turned to J, who never wears shoes inside and is always cold. She introduced me to the idea of slipper socks. We are hooked. More on that later, including photos of our new colorful collection.