Things you don't hear everyday

I was listening to the traffic report on my way into work this morning (I had Z104 on, for you local types) when they started talking about a woman who had gone into labor on 95, near Dale City.

Things you don't hear everyday.

(By the time I got to the office, they had apparently gotten her moved off the road at least. Still, I wonder what happened. I'll look forward to the evening newscasts.)

Happy Happy!

As much as I'm stressing over this weekend with my family, I've just found out that my friend Kristin will be in town visiting her family as well.

I haven't seen Kristin in about four and a half years...since she left to go to school in Olympia, WA.

Kristin dated my friend Brooke, while Brooke and I were in grad school together. Brooke was my confidant and writing partner throughout. (Our sub-speciality required a great deal of work, almost everything in fact, to be done in pairs or small groups. When you're a group of 11, one of whom has a substance abuse problem, you tend to work with the same person/people a lot. Brooke and I did nearly every project together.) Anyway, after Kristin left to finish school on the west coast (at the beginning of our last semester in school) Brooke met another woman (also named Kristin) and eventually did some really not very nice things, and broke up with Kristin the first, in favor of a relationship with Kristin the second.

Anyway, I haven't seen Kristin since she left for Washington, and she'll be at her parents this weekend. So she gets to meet Cayne, and I get to meet her partner Laurie all at once.

Yay!

(Plus, I think I may have headed Mom off about the wedding dress shopping on Monday.)

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My mother.

My mother leaves the same voice mail for me whether someone dies, or she's angry with me or whatever. Which she left on my office phone today. Apparently the phone call was so important that she had to call my cell phone too, which was buzzing away on my desk. I left the lunch table to answer it.

My mother was at the beauty parlor [1] yesterday. Eileen the hair goddess (she does Mom's hair, and mine) mentioned to her that there was a new shop opening around the corner from the beauty parlor, and the woman was going to be making wedding dresses.

So what does Mom do? Makes an appointment for Saturday morning for us to go over there.

I'm not sure how I feel about this. Without trying on a dress, she's not going to tell me how ugly I am, or how awful I look or anything like that. I am, admittedly, the one who suggested having the dress made, rather than trying to buy off the rack. But I'm just not up for it this weekend. I'm not up for dealing with my mother that way right now. Or much at all...

Or trying to imagine what my wedding dress should look like, since I wasn't one of those girls who had a thousand ideas about my wedding. It's a wedding. It will happen. There will be people and food and dancing and a rabbi. And Cayne.

At least Eileen will probably do my hair...despite it being a Sunday, she implied to Mom that she already knows what she wants to do with it. I'll pop in and talk to her on Saturday...

1. I have no idea why beauty parlor gives me chills up and down my spine. It just sounds...creepy or something to me. But that's what Mom calls it.