Okay, so I’ve been getting some flack for not updating more. But, in my defense, I haven’t actually had the TIME! I know, I know – we all know that I have NO life, but apparently the lives of my friends are encroaching on my impending spinsterhood. It seems that they’re all getting married or having babies and I’ve been triple booked for weekend after weekend! Bridal showers, baby showers, bachelorettes, weddings, all that good stuff has equaled out to more than two months’ worth of weekends spending money on gifts and going to parties (okay, so it’s not ALL bad). Yeesh.
So, the new job. You’ll remember that, before I transferred, everyone in my old unit told me that I was basically transferring into hell and that the people in the new unit were worse than the Harpies. Pffft. I have now been there for four weeks, and I LOVE it. I mean, it’s not like we’re finding the cure for some life-threatening disease, but at least I’m busy all day long. As for the Harpy question – so far, it’s a completely Harpy-free office, not to mention the fact that there are MEN in this office! So, even if there WERE Harpies, their snaggleteeth and razor-sharp claws would be dulled by the frequent presence of testosterone. YAY!
Of course, because it’s ME and I’ve been what my family not-so-jokingly calls boy-crazy since I was a zygote, I have already developed a crush. 
Yes, he’s tall and has brown eyes and dark hair (with angelic curls), wears glasses… Yup, I have a type. He’s a-typical in that he has no readily visible tattoos or piercings, but that could change (wink, wink). Of course, I worked in the office with him (and without having been introduced to him, therefore we didn’t speak) for two weeks before I was thrown onto the afternoon shift with him. Alone. Ack! Yes, I made a fool of myself in regular intervals, but thank the Gods that at least I kept the carnage to a minimum and managed NOT to bleed (gold star for me!).
On the first shift of our shared afternoon shift, he introduced himself to me (I’m actually surprised that I managed to remember my name) and then mentioned that he remembered seeing me on my first day. Yikes! AND that I’d looked “excited”. Oh my GODS. Seriously, I was so embarrassed that I swear I blushed for the entire week! Then I spent the weekend agonizing over exactly what about me made me look so “excited”. Good GODS. I’m a spazz and everyone can SEE it!! Ugh. I thought we were supposed to grow OUT of this horrible awkward “phase”! How come everyone else can do it except for me?! No fair! Or wait… maybe it’s charming? 
Ya, I know, grasping at straws.
So, I was at my cousin’s wedding this weekend, which was LOVELY. Honestly, there’s just no other word for it. The bride (foolishly tying herself to our insane family) was RADIANT. I mean, she’s usually stunning and possibly the kindest person on Earth, but put her in a wedding dress and the woman actually radiated class. Personally, I’m just pleased that I managed to hug her twice in one night and NOT stain her wedding dress.
Here’s one of the sweetest parts of the wedding, though. The groom is my cousin on my father’s side, and both sets of his grandparents have passed away. My mother’s mother has been coming to our father’s family gatherings for years, since my grandfather passed away (a phrase she hates) in 1984 (I think. Isn’t that terrible? All I remember is that I was in grade 4). As a result, I guess you could say that our ridiculous family sort of adopted my grandmother, even though she isn’t (technically) their relation. Yet another reason why I have the best family in the world… but I digress.
Anyway, my cousin and his fiancee invited my grandmother to the wedding, which was at the Sharon Temple. Of course, Gramma was tickled to get the invitation (she always seems surprised to learn that people want her around. I don’t know why. Personally, I think she’s a bit of a riot, when she can get a word in). I guess that, at some point during the planning of the wedding, my mother or father mentioned to the groom that my grandmother had won a singing competition at the Sharon Temple when she was younger. Actually, my Mom still has Gramma’s medal!
So, directly after my cousin was pronounced married and the couple kissed, the Justice of the Peace turned to the congregation and told us that the couple were honoured to have a celebrity among them, and told everyone about my grandmother having sung and won the competition at the Temple so many years before! How sweet is that?! On THEIR day, they thought enough of my Gramma to mention her during their ceremony! Oh flurgen, I’m crying again.
Okay, deep breaths. Continuing… I was thanking the groom later at the reception, and his response was, “I love your grandmother. All my grandparents are gone – I grew up with your grandmother. I think of her as one of MY grandparents!” And I’m crying again. Crap. Holy PMS, batwoman. Okay, more deep breathing. Anyway, at the reception, I swear that EVERYONE in the bridal party, plus about half of the guests, wandered up to my grandmother to say hello and chat for a bit. At one point, I returned to the table and found her holding court with FOUR young men! Sadly, she didn’t snare any of them for me… but that’s beside the point. My mother was all set to drive Gramma home at 9pm or 10pm, when she thought that my 90-year-old Gram would be ready to go, but I swear she nearly outlasted us all! We left at MIDNIGHT, and Gramma was wide awake and bright-eyed at 8am the next morning! Honestly. I REALLY hope I got those genes!
So I watched the premiere of 90210 (the new one) tonight. I should be ashamed, but I find that I’m not. It wasn’t great – totally predictable… but I’m already hoinging the inappropriately-aged casting. Ooops. And please explain to me on WHAT planet do high-school girls wear stillettos and business suits to school? Yeesh. Keep an eye out for Mr. Matthews. HOING! Brenda Walsh made an appearance, looking odd. I get that she’s aged, but was that gap in her teeth always there? Kelly Taylor’s the same, although they’ve made her a little more realistic, which I NEVER thought could happen. She has a son in the show, and at one point, she’s talking on the phone to someone, saying “He’s been asking about you”. Hrm… I wonder who the daddy’s going to turn out to be? I can’t remember how the series ended, but my bet’s on Dylan.
YAY for September! I mean, sure, summer’s over – boo hoo – but now we’re coming into my favourite season. The leaves! The smell! The chrysanthemums! The TURKEY! My birthday! New shows! Returning shows! Can’t WAIT for Pushing Daisies to come back, as well as Heroes… Reaper and Chuck! Okay, I’m getting WAY too excited about television. I think that’s a sign that it’s time to go to bed… Ugh. Only one more week of this 8am-4pm crapola, and then I’m on permanent afternoons! YAY 11am-7pm! I can sleep till 10am and stay up till 3am! It’s the PERFECT shift for me! AND, I’ll periodically get to work with my work crush… Hrm. I should name him. Anyone have any ideas?
