Three weeks...

OK, sorry to the two of you who read my blog that I haven't been posting lately. It's mostly to do with my damned laptop. I don't know what website I went to *shady look* but now I have horrible porno pop-ups bombarding me. Unfortunately, I've been too broke to update my spy sweeper. But, the Targo fixed it all! Bless him. :) Now I can be a ridiculous "incoherent, internal monologue, um, in type" person again. Yay!

Not much of a point here, but sweet Baby Jesus in the manger, it's only three weeks until THE BIG DAY. I'm excited, nervous, mad at myself (good lord, my butt!), and tired. My mom arrives in Chicago this afternoon. We're "dress" shopping for her. It will be nice to spend some time with her and hopefully calm her before the trip.

Am I a lame-o because I don't have 1) shoes, 2) jewelry, and 3) any clue about what I'm doing with my hair? Again with the patheticness: I am way more concerned about my hair turning green (only happened like 10 times - BEFORE I started coloring it!) while I'm in Mexico than my hair for the wedding. I did tell my friend Colleen that she has to figure out how to say "Her hair and make-up make her look like a hoochie!" en espanol. I can't think of a sentence that will come more in handy.

Anyway, three weeks... that means I could probably gain another five-ten pounds, if I really try.

Edit: Does anyone else find in ironic (in an Alanis Morisette way) that "blog" is not recognized by Blogger's spell check?