So the hubby and I stole away to the dollar (fifty) movie tonight. He likes action. I like comedy. So Get Smart seemed like a logical choice. The only bad thing about watching a comedy with him is missing stuff because sometimes I have to explain the jokes. Like this one:

"Too bad about all the dead movie stars."
"Yes. What will we do without their razor-sharp political advice."

I didn't explain it. I just laughed. And laughed. And laughed. Hard.

I Like This Guy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93cFOjDG-Ks

On Proposition 8

This is just my $.02. I don't mean to hurt your feelings, David Archuleta and Clay Aiken, but I gotta say what I gotta say. Today I saw this on a friend's status on Facebook:

"X supports Prop 8. And I still love, adore, and respect my friends who disagree with me."

And her friend's response:

"Can't say I feel the love or adoration while being reminded that I'm a constitutionally second class citizen... just like women used to be. Both based on religious beliefs, btw. God love y'all! :)"

Dr. Mr. Second-Class citizen. You are not asking for EQUAL rights, you are asking for SPECIAL rights. If you wanted to marry a woman, you would have the same opportunity as any other man to do so. You are asking to change the definition of an institution that has existed for thousands of years so that life for you will be more convenient. Sorry, but I think that's just about as f'd up as you telling you not feeling the love from your friend because she disagrees with you. Get over it. Let marriage be marriage, what it always has been, what God intended it to be. And get on with your bad self.

I know I sound like a bigoted, close-minded, uneducated, religious zealot, but I am none of these things. I, like you, have my convictions and I stand by them.

I still love my friends who disagree with me and I hope you love me, too. Maybe you don't like that I am Mormon, or that I dye my hair blonde, or that I hate your Debbie Gibson CD but we're still friends and there's still love there.

Happily Ever After...For the Second Time

So last month when we were getting all ready to move in to our new place, unmarried, I was on the phone with the new landlady. I think she caught on to my over-usage of "we" when it came to discussing the moving in details and reconfirmed with me, "so, he's moving in first and then when you get married, you're moving in later, right?" I guess she caught me off guard because I quickly replied, "right!" This is when it turned into a bad sitcom episode. So, to make things legit, we decided to get married. Two days later on September 25, we got married at the courthouse. It was short and sweet and we were excited. We decided not to tell anyone because some people might feel bad that they weren't invited. Besides, for us, it was just a technicality. The real wedding would be the one with all the friends and family present. With food, and music and people who went through a lot of trouble to get here to be present. But we ran into another problem when three days before the wedding, we met with the bishop. We explained that we'd already gotten married and after some deliberation, he told us he couldn't officiate over our ceremony. He didn't feel right about it. We respected his decision and started discussing our options. We thought about hiring an actor or asking my brother, dad or cousin to conduct the ceremony. Then, when we found out my cousin's almost four-year-old has cancer, my mom just wanted to cancel the whole thing. I thought that was a little too much, besides, I don't have a guest list (because I'm an awesome planner), so I wouldn't remember who to call to let them know. Besides, I didn't want to.

So after my dad walked me down the aisle, Chouaib welcomed everyone and thanked them for coming. We first exchanged our own words with each other, then rings. It was really short and sweet as well. The reception after was long and sweet. :) Near the end, the music turned Moroccan and there was spontaneous dancing, which I loved. If you came, thank you.

Also, if you like baked ziti, come on over tonight. My fridge is overflowing with it. We've also got black forest cake.

One Day More

One more dawn, one more day, one day mo-0-o-oRE!! (You won't get it if you haven't hear Les Mis the musical)

Last night everyone came for dinner and it was great. Chouaib's sister got in ok, even earlier than anticipated. The day before, we picked my dad up at the airport, we were concerned that he might not recognize us, so we made sure he found the right son, son's wife, 3 grandkids, and daughter.







Now we just have to work on a few glitches: our vents blowing cold air instead of heating the apartment, finding the ONLY SET OF KEYS to my hsuband's car that he somehow lost yesterday afternoon, and not having a bishop to perform the ceremony because we are already married. Yes, that's right. We got married last month. More later.

Just a couple more days until...

Early Onset Alzheimers

Last night I made crepes and forgot that we had Nutella. Crepes without Nutella? duh. Also yesterday I forgot to call in to work for my last appointment. WORK! My livelihood! My insurance...This morning I put in a load of laundry. Later, I looked over into the laundry room and saw the measuring cup with the soap still in it. I forgot to add soap to my laundry. ugh. I must be getting old. Will somebody text me Friday and remind me about the wedding?

Ha ha. I googled "forgetful" in an image search and found this. Not likely.