I finally got off my tired duff to get the latest pic's off the digital camera. Here's one of me and J. Fi (oops, Fu) showing off our lovely dresses at the rehearsal dinner.
I won't have the other pic's from the actual wedding until later though b/c my digcam died and I had to resort to using the ol' snap and click. So I've got to schlep the film to get developed and then scan them in. Eventually.Last night Mudflap and I got all dolled up in our "Class A" uniforms (long sleeves and tie; S thinks I look hot in this uniform!) so we could go up to the academy and welcome the new class. There's only 20 cadets including only 1 chick! That means--unfortunately--they might graduate 6. Seriously, when I attended my orientation night there was about 25 people in there and some people got up and left during, never to return! Then after our classmate died in front of us on the 2nd night of class more folks left forever. Shortly after that, more dropped out for various reasons, and1 got kicked out for cheating and 1 flunked out. We eventually graduated 9 out of the original 25. The few! The proud!
I was teasing S b/c I'm going to score a total of 4 free lunches this week and next. He says it's not fair and I say that's what happens when you have a Master's Degree, you get free meals from time to time. But to make up for it, I have agreed to let him buy a bigger tv for our living room. He says his eyes strain watching the one we have now, which was actually his tv that he brought into this marriage! But whatever. He tried an experiment this past weekend, buying a projector that you can use to watch tv on the wall, but the resolution wasn't good enough. So we're going to take it back and I've retooled the budget to allow for a bigger tv purchase. On craigslist people are always selling their big 55" tvs for cheap, so we are looking there. If we get one of these though, I am going to have to put a stop to his and Mano's frequent movie outings for a little while in order to help pay for it.
Speaking of which, we saw Balls of Fury on Sunday, or as I have been calling it, Balls of Furry. Although it was brought to us by the extremely funny folks who bring us Reno 911, I only give it 2 1/2 stars for the effort. It just had its funny moments, and was not consistently funny. We had the baby with us and it was an appropriate movie to take her to. She was in trouble for most of the movie anyway, and had to sit there in her chair by herself for giving me an attitude. For most of the weekend she kept pulling that shit where she's all over S and acts like I don't exist. Like at restaurants, "I want to sit next to Daddy" and asking every 5 seconds when S goes to the bathroom or something, "Where's Daddy?" I had to put her in her place and I enjoyed doing it!!! "No, you're going to sit here." "Quit asking where he is, you know where he is." Sometimes she needs to be taken down a peg or 2 and I am always ready and willing to do it. And S backs me up. For the most part it seems to be some kind of sick little test, for whenever I do lay down the law with her she just says, "Ok," like she can see I ain't gonna be her fool! She better not act like a little butt next time we see her though, or she's going to be in for a very miserable time.
I've also told S to stop asking the baby what she wants to eat. As mad as Fran Leibovitz made me when I was a kid when she wrote, "Only ask children what they want to eat if they're buying", man, is that the truth!!! Amen, sister! Like I keep telling S, the baby has no choice in certain matters, so there's no point in asking her. One time we were on our way home from being out and I had planned to make us sandwiches at home for lunch. The baby said she wanted tacos. So I pulled over to Taco Bell and made the baby buy her own tacos with her own allowance! And she did. That allowance thing is sure working out well! $10 a month is well worth it to teach her some lessons and also save us some aggravation.
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