But it's my special day.

My internet is finally working. It's working because of about 50 different pieces of advice, so not unlike the house sale I can't really say which thing finally did it. Yesterday we had an advanced modem installed so that we could have a home phone line I still won't use. Somehow the change in modem and perhaps a replacement ethernet cord, allowed me to connect to our internet directly.

Logan attempted to get advice from a tech guy at work but this middle man approach was a terrible idea since when Logan asks for directions he typically hears this.

"Blah Blah Blah left somewhere and then blah blah blah. Oh look something shiny!"

He likes the overall message of things and not the specifics. Mr Armstrong was of great help and once I reset the Airport for the second time, suddenly it worked and this is why I hate computers. I did all this before, thanks to several helpful emails, and it didn't work. A week later I do the same thing and it works.

It's like algebra. Sometimes I do everything I'm supposed to and it works and other times I work the problem and it just doesn't. It's a crap shoot because I mostly have no clue what I'm doing.

Our weekend in Indianapolis was lovely as always. We went to the state fair where Logan and I were nearly killed on a fair ride. We saw the World's Largest Pig and they are not kidding and Logan and his partner took their kids to see the World's Biggest Boot.

On Saturday our next door neighbor noticed our garage door was open (we have openers! I programmed them!) and called another neighbor, who called another neighbor, who then called me. It all turned out to be some sort of signal glitch, but thankfully the neighborhood Garage Door Phone Tree is locked and loaded.

I couldn't help but laugh though. One day, in the old neighborhood, we were gone for around 10 hours and came home to find our back door (which inexplicably swung out, not in) wide open. Our cats were running in and out of the house likely thinking, "What the hell? Who left the door open?" No one knows for sure how long the door was open of course but when we pulled up our neighbors were sitting on their front porch in sight of our open back door and dark house.

No phone tree. I mean maybe we wanted our door wide open as if to let everyone know we wanted to be robbed blind.

I also got another phone call on Saturday from my sister who has a very painful ovarian cyst. This cyst is not part of the bridal party so if you'd like to wish it gone, feel free. The thing about my sister is that when this wedding planning started she said things like, "I'm not registering. I mean, what do I need plates for?"

And, "Whatever, I don't even think I want a wedding."

Somehow the Bridal Mafia has gotten to my poor sister because on the phone Saturday she started to cry when I asked her about the planning. "Well the flowers are screwed up. They were too expensive and now I'm going to have a stem of something and.....rocks.....and a stick.....or something." (She said, with disdain and disappointment barreling down the phone line.)

I reminded her she wanted a minimalist look and that stick is a twig and those rocks are very zen and guess what? I had three terra cotta pots planted with impatiens on my tables and it was still the happiest day of my life because I married the best guy for me.

I teased her a little more about the whole thing and she laughed and then squealed, "BUT IT'S MY SPECIAL DAAAAAAAAA-UUUUUUUHHHHH"

Back off Bridal Mafia. Well Bridal Mafia or searing pain from a large ovarian cyst. Intense pain can often take things out of perspective.

In other news Maddie is wondering why I have to ruin all her food with 'stuff' over at Ordering Disorder and we're getting ready to tackle the barrage of art coming into your homes with school starting at The Buzz Off.

Comments

[lousoz]

We didn't have a phone tree, per se, at our old neighborhood. However, I will never forget the phone call my husband got when we were on our 2nd or 3rd date. "someone" forgot to lock his front door, and the wind blew it open (?). The across the street neighbors called his cell to let him know that they had closed it, and took a look around to make sure everything was sound. I believe it went something like "Dude, your front door was open. We checked, the couch and chair are still there".
That sucks about your sister's cyst. :(

[m.]

Dude, does everybody have an "our door was hanging open" story? We came home from a weekend trip to the front door standing open and the vestibule fully lit, inviting anyone to stroll in from the sidewalk, which is only 18 inches away. Luckily the screen door kept the cat in, but the house was freezing, apparently the door had been open for 24 hours -- gee thanks, upstairs neighbors/landlords! Turns out our friend hadn't slammed the door properly after feeding the cat...so now we use a paid, bonded catsitter who only has a key to the back door, and keep the front deadbolted. This incident did allow me to let go of my rage at having our coolest wedding present, a SkyChair, stolen off our back porch after only a week...I guess we have hippie thugs around here who'd rather have that than our computers, TV, TiVo, Xbox, etc etc etc. Anyway, congrats on having a garage, Melissa! :)

[Lala]

I had wooden painted roses made from wood chips at my wedding. I traded them for a years worth of meals from my crappy little food court restaurant. I have blue, red and some white. I could UPS them to your sister.....tee hee

[jbeeky]

Gah, pleeeeze tell your sister that it is simply a day. A day with a party where everyone is happy to see her with a great guy. I truly think most weddings are RUINED by this best day of your life crap. Twigs are fine, really.

[Flydaddy]

If you think a 'hippy' stole your furniture, you've never met a real hippy. Sorry, the misuse of that term is a pet peeve.

[Melissa Summers]

Maybe they're rebel hippies.

[m.]

Sorry Flydaddy -- not trying to impugn all true "hippys" out there. In my nabe, there are a lot of grubby fleece-n-granola college kids, many sporting their own Skychairs on their porches. Thus, my speculation that one of these whippersnapper pseudohippies (or Whippies?) might have walked off with mine.

[UnrulyDuckling]

Aw, why no pictures of the World's Largest Pig?

[Jaycee]

Hah! Logan and his partner! Their kids are beautiful! Best wishes to your sis--hope it all falls together.

[duchessjane]

Congratulations on living in a neighborhood with a garage door phone tree! I just moved to one myself, and it's divine.

[superblondgirl]

Get well soon, sis (ovarian cysts suck, and I swear mine hurt worse than childbirth).

[Mysh]

Sending thoughts and prayers for your Sister's speedy recovery! :O)