My Job Is Nuts

Just for the hell of it. The main part of my job is entering legal notices to be run in the paper. Much of those are foreclosures. The above picture is my actual, physical inbox. The huge stack on top? The one actually making the metal tray bend? Is all foreclosures to be entered. And that's just for *one* county in Florida.

*blinkblink*

What was that again about the economy getting better? I couldn't hear it through the muffling wall of all that paperwork.

Best. Movie. Ever.

DROP. YOUR. SWORD.

Guess what was on last night? God I love this movie to *bits*. There is no part of it that is not awesome.

Pictures From My Friend's Wedding

First, this is me after showering from the gym. I snuck into the gym first thing that morning and got in an hour workout before I had to head home to start cleaning up. It takes more time that you'd think! Men have it so freaking easy! 'Look, I put on clean pants! I'm good to go!' :p

Hair and make-up and jewellery all done. And here's one of me in natural light. Of course since it's Florida I had to throw on the sunglasses. :)

You can see I didn't do a whole lot with the hair. It's hard to tell, but I gave it some volume with a blow dryer and curling iron. The problem with my hair is that it's very fine and very thick. So really no matter what I do it falls flat after any amount of time. Hairspray and gel fear me! Once, I got a perm (I was in middle school). I looked like Bozo the Clown for 24 hours and then it fell flat. :p

Oh! Here's a full body shot. It came out kind of blurry, actually, but you can see the whole outfit. I did take a short jacket in case it was cold at the club, but it wasn't so I didn't use it.

Here you can see my nailpolish. It matched the shoes and funnily enough I realized that it also matches my car! :)

Right then. Only a couple pictures from the actual wedding/reception.
This is the happy new Mr. and Mrs. after the ceremony walking back down the aisle. I like these blurry action shots for some reason. :) And even in the blur you can see the *huge* grin Holly (my friend) has!

Her father was supposed to give her away but he died a little over a month ago from throat cancer. It was quick, which is about all you can say for it. She was always a 'daddys girl' so his death hit her very hard. They lit a candle for him at the very beginning of the ceremony and there wasn't a dry eye in the house! Her daughters wound up walking Holly down the aisle and I swear she was so nervous and tense that it looked like they were holding her upright! Her shoulders were *literally* at her ears! She and Fred love each other but she's a quiet person and after all the stress they've had going on with her dad's illness and then death and her mother moved in with them until she can find a smaller place to live...anyway. Tense. Very, very tense.

Well, once she was up front with the minister (a woman) and Fred her ex-mother-in-law had been running around snapping pictures left and right. Holly is on *excellent* terms with her EMIL - the woman actually did all the alterations on Holly and the bridesmaids and the maid of honor's dresses and made their bouquets! Anyway. She knelt down in the main aisles right in front of Holly and Fred to take another picture and then her knees locked up and she couldn't stand back up! Her husband had to go get her up before she went over on her back like a turtle! It was great because we all started laughing and Holly did too and all the tension went out of her!

The ceremony itself was short but sweet, with both of Holly's daughters giving little speeches before Holly and Fred exchanged vows. :)


These are pictures from the 'cocktail hour' after the wedding and before the reception. The club where the wedding was held is a nice, fairly small one. It's two stories, obviously. The wedding was held upstairs and so was dinner and everything else. What they did was kick us all downstairs to mingle and drink and eat appetizers while they finished dinner, etc. and then everyone went back upstairs to party! In the second picture you see three women in light purple dresses? The one with the bouquet in hand moving toward the corner is Holly's best friend and she was one of the bridesmaids. Fred's sister Lynda (who is also my boss) was the maid of honor - she was the one who introduced Holly and Fred and she also played wedding planner for this wedding. A woman of many talents! I think she was still outside getting the official pictures taken at this point. If you look out the doors you can see the hem of her dress! The other two girls are one of Holly's daughters and Holly's niece who was also a bridesmaid. Holly's other daughter was busy wrangling Fred's son who is five and adorable! He had a little tux and a top hat! But he wouldn't hold still long enough to let me get a picture.

Here's a shot of Holly and Fred! Clearly Holly is the one in the wedding dress, and Fred is the gentleman in the tux to the left of the photo. The woman behind them in the picture in the blue dress? Is the EMIL who is an awesome person. :)

These are the wedding favors.

So, we're all wandering around waiting for dinner to start and the dj comes down the stairs, finds Lynda and I overhear something about the cake. Lynda charges up the stairs, and doesn't come down, and doesn't come down, and doesn't come down. So Holly, who was mingling, decides to go up and check on what's going on. Well, she doesn't come back down either! So I'm sitting and chatting and this big blue truck (the kind that looks like it must come with a Hemi and you could *definitely* take mudding) pulls up in front of the clubhouse and a man and a woman hop out. They rush upstairs with a little baggy of cake things.

Apparently the person who decorated the cake forgot to put in support structure! And since it was a five tier cake with some of the tiers separated by those little columns? The cake was collapsing! So they had to take it apart and have a couple of tiers off to the side like grooms cakes. It was still pretty, and I heard that the photographer actually got a picture when the cake first got there so they'll at least have a shot of the cake as it was meant to be. And the bakery gave them a full refund on the cake, so all was well. I had the worlds thinnest slice of cake (by my own request. The servers were more than generous with the slices, but since I really shouldn't have had *any*, a little slice was just fine.) and it was delicious!

Hmm...the wedding was at noon and we didn't leave the club until seven? Holly and Fred are taking a cruise to the Bahamas for their honeymoon and they left today.

Islam/Muslim Spotting - 3 random things from last week

It's weird. I was with my trainer on Wednesday and she was commenting on how much nicer I looked in clothes that fit and weren't...and I supplied the word 'tents'. We giggled, and then I was telling her about my abaya which I use as a robe and how it really is kind of a tent and I have no shape at all in it. So of course she wanted to know why I had a robe like that, which led to the explanation of what an abaya is, etc. And then she was telling me how bad she felt for 'those women' and how oppressed they are. *headdesk*

In between sweating and grunting as I lifted weights, etc. I tried to explain that not all Muslim women are oppressed any more than all Western women are 'free'. Men can be assholes no matter what part of the world they live in, and societal oppression comes in many forms. But her entire impression of Muslims comes from the media (which just *loves* them, don't you know!) and her one daughter's room mate who is dating a 'Muslim' man. I say 'Muslim' in quotes because though he claims to be Muslim, his actions prove otherwise. He's apparently terribly nasty to her, bordering on abusive, and from what's been described to be he's a Muslim in name only. So that was fun, I spent 45 minutes off and on explaining Islam (to the best of my ability) and defending Muslims as they are not all douchebags anymore than any other religious group. No group is a monolith, okay? There are good and bad people contained under any 'label'.

And on another note:

I watch NCIS:LA. Look, I like Chris O'Donnell, okay? I've forgiven him for the horror that was the Schumacher Batman movies and their psychedelic mess, and I still like him. Got it? Anyway. This last episode involved a Muslim man who was under suspicion for murder. Two of the investigators go to his house to try and find a murder weapon and *whoop* all of a sudden his wife comes from a back room. First, do these people not check the house for occupants before they start poking through drawers? If she'd been a bad guy she could have killed them or escaped or something. Dummies. But that's not the point. When she came out she was wearing hijab. The worlds *weirdest* hijab - she honestly looked more like a nun than anything else. It was all black and white - a white dress shirt with like a black over shirt, and the head scarf wasn't wrapped around her front but was left to hang loose flaring over her shoulders, etc. so it left her throat bare. Odd. But whatever.

The thing that bugged me was the female investigator called one of her team mates who was questioning the husband and informed him that the man was definitely 'devout' and some other words I don't recall, because he had a Qur'an, prayer rugs, and his wife wore hijab. The last one about made me spit out my drink, actually. *He* is devout because *she* wears hijab. I mean, I get that there are some men out there who force (through insistence or whatever, not necessarily abuse or anything) their wives to wear hijab and it's my understanding that they're in the wrong according to Islam. But she just assumed and implied by her words that the wife was merely an extension of the husbands religion and will. That's a very large assumption to make. Having *just* run into the women, *jump* 'she's only wearing it because he wants her to.' No proof, no nothing. Assumption. I found that very irritating.

And, my third random thing: I was at Wal-Mart early in the week picking up some stuff with my mother and we were in the automotive section to pick up the car (we'd left it to get an oil change while we shopped.) And in walks this lovely older woman in a bright red hijab/abaya (it wasn't actually an abaya but I don't know what to call it. It was obviously on over her clothes, like an abaya but it only covered down to her knees - kind of like a large khimar, but she was also wearing a matching scarf for her head/chest, so it wasn't just a really big khimar but something else) set. It had some small pattern on it that I couldn't quite make out, but she was lovely and very happy looking! She was probably grandma age, so her 70s? But a very spry little lady - she was outpacing the younger man who was with her (I'm assuming he was either a younger son or maybe an older grandson). Very cute! (The grandma, not the guy.) And I found myself grinning like a loon at her. :) If she saw me she probably thought I was a little nuts, but whatever. The sight of hijabis in their 'natural habitat' still makes me irrationally happy.

Smallville S10E03 - Supergirl

Gee, I wonder what this ep's about?

And look, it's that exact. same. shot. of Darkseid.

I still dunno who Godfrey is. DeSaad? Gordon Godfrey.....

Oh, is he supposed to be some kind of host for Darkseid? Meh. Darkseid needs no host!

My god Lois and Clark are adorable in a painful kind of way. *pokes them with a stick*

Lois sent Cat to Alaska? How awesome is that.

Oh, so Smallville is stealing a page out of Marvel's books.

And lookit Kara!

oohhh..sorry. got distracted by the commercial for Supernatural. I know I've seen the ep, but it's CAS! Moving on.

'you and I are the last survivors of the house of el.' - and my brain immediately supplies, 'and we must mate!' I know, I know. But technically, it does make sense. If they wanted the Kryptonian race to survive then they'd have to breed. Or let Lex make clone babies with his and Clark's dna. Whichever.

Oooohhh....threats to Ollie! No deal! I still like Ollie!

Ugh. Chloe flashbacks! Make it stop!

Dear all superheroes: It's *never* a good idea to let your secret identity out. Never.

The hell? That kind of looked like Lois. Waitasec...

a) his voice did change when he said 'DeSaad' b) that is Lois. Dear, pretending to be a maid or a limo driver or whatever really only works if you haven't already confront him as yourself face to face.

'you've been on earth all this time and you can't even fly.'

*points up* WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!

PUSH HIM OFF! It's like teaching a kid to swim by throwing them in the deep end! It *always* works.

Oh, oh, here's a clue: the key to flying is to throw yourself at the ground and then *miss*.

Hah. Fail. You missed the critical part about not hitting the ground Clark.

What, is there only one Catholic church in all Metropolis? Oh, you couldn't be bothered to dress another set? Oh, okay.

I have to say I do love a woman in a suit.

Also, how the hell does Lois manage these costumes? The doodle on your face ain't foolin' anybody, Lois.

*headdesk* One does not play dark sex games with Darkseid. This will go badly for you, Lois. I mean it.

Seriously? Is everyone in Metropolis a moron?

Latex is overdone. I'm a leather purist I'm afraid.

Also I am rolling my eyes at this whole oh, well done Lois Lane bit.

The handcuffs were not fake Lois.

Why is it always with the elaborate death traps? For fucks sake, if you're a villain, just shoot the bait! Unless you need them alive for some actual reason, kill them. It's so much easier and it makes perfect tactical sense! You're planning on killing them and the hero anyway!

Saved by a girl, Clark. Saved by a girl. Okay, so she's an awesome girl, but still.

Ubergirl, Powergirl, Megagirl?

Powergirl's someone else. Also a Kryptonian, mind. But from a different reality.

Kara's disguise is much more effective than Clark's. Or any of Lois'.

And there goes Ollie to do a stupid thing.

Also, you know, once the idea of doubt in the superheroes is started, removing Godfrey doesn't even really begin to stop it.

STOP COPYING MARVEL SMALLVILLE!

The truth is...I am Iron Man!

I am Green Arrow.

Whatever. Copiers.

*flails* JAMES MARSTERS! I LOVE YOU!

Also, Misha did the blurb at the end of Smallville for Supernatural. I ALSO LOVE YOU! I have a harem of these men, seriously.

And the DVR brings hope!

So, I was scrolling through my dvr's schedule because every so often it goes mad and decides to record every episode of both the Daily Show and the Colbert Report even though I have it programmed to only record the new eps and I have to skip the old ones or it records a zillion of the things. Anyway, I saw that it's scheduled to record Supernatural on Friday! And it *is* Weekend at Bobby's!

The description reads:

'Bobby asks Dean and Sam for help after Crowley refuses to return Bobby's soul; a deep secret about Crowley is revealed.'

YAY!

Who wants to bet me the secret is that he's actually a fallen angel/the serpent from the garden and BalthazarAziraphale is his best friend? Anyone?

Supernatural S06E03 - The Third Man

Ummm...pre-ep squee? CAS! GIMMIE!

See? See? Raphael will be back! He's the only unaccounted for archangel! And Cas called him a little bitch. *loves*

Boils? Plague boils, not the regular kind, mind.

It's wrong that I giggle as this guys skin is peeling off and he's just bleeding out of his skin, right? Right?

That? Awesomely ew.

Hello half nekkid Dean. Please remove the blankets now. Thanks.

Dang. I was hoping Cas would just walk into that dream. Subtext? What subtext?

Grrr. Much as Sam annoys me, hello! And Sam's picking up hookers. Color me shocked. Heh. I like that the hooker wants to meet him on her day off. Sam is a large slice of yummy, I'll give you that.

Oh, hey, the town's called Easter. Imply much?

Heh. Oh, hey, cop gonna die? Nooo....*pastes on innocent look* *Definitely* boils this time. So the first guy wasn't boils. What was that then? I am clearly rusty on my plagues.

'because I lie professionally, that's how'

Sam, the Impala actually saved the planet. It is simply better. No questions.

Was the first guy water to blood? But his whole body turned to blood, not just the water portions.

The boys raced. Of course they did. And Dean won. Because he's awesome like that.

Oh that's not suspicious at all. Also, hey, Sammy, Hulk much? The scraping out the faces thing? Creepy. Just saying.

Did he itch his way into his brain? Cause that would suck. Or did the bugs eat into his brain? Never mind. Locusts. Yeah, okay, I'm sick. I found the locusts climbing out of his head funny.

Bunch of dicks. Hmmm...has Raphael gone and done some variation of Gabriel? Well, less awesomely, of course.

'Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here. C'mon Cas, don't be a dick. We've got ourselves a plague-like situation down here. Do you copy?'

'Like I said. Son of a bitch doesn't answer.'

*pause* We can *see* the trenchcoat! Dean sees it.

'He's right behind me, isn't he?'

*giggle*

Cas likes Dean better! 'Dean and I do share a more profound bond. I wasn't gonna mention it.' And that sound would be the sound of a thousand fangirls exploding in joy. And that would be followed by the clicking of keys as fic is written at light speed.

'I think we can rule Moses out as a suspect.' *dies*

Dude. Raphael raided the candy jar.

Seriously. Cas likes Dean better. Also? Yay Cas! *loves him* His little snit fit? Awesome.

Sawed-off Staff of Moses? It's like an angelic shotgun!

He sold his soul to the angel? That's not at all demonic or anything...

Raphael! I'm telling you this without the painful soul reading. It's Raphael.

On the positive side, Cas did leave the kid unconscious.

Balthazar? Who the hell?

See? I told you Raphael's out there being a shit. Civil war in heaven anyone?

Also, Cas is still awesome. Actually, that should pretty much just go as read.

And they killed the plastic toy car Sam's been driving. Silver lining!

How can Raphael put the apocalypse back on track? Lucifer's back in the cage and I assume that he can't just yank him out or he would have. The key to unleashing Lucifer was very specific - Lilith's death. She can only die once, which she's done. So...

What's with the giant frog?

Cas, honey, your friend is *weird*.

And when Cas can tell the joke is bad, it's BAD.

'What's french for 12?'

Oh, yeah, frogs. Gotcha.

Really, Balthazar's more following Gabriel's footsteps than Cas'.

Heeeeeeeereeeeeeeee's Raphey!

MIB's! The bad angels are MIB's. Mwahaha!

*sigh* Cas is badass. Hmmm...Cas has gotten better with fighting, but apparently Raphael's had more practice?

Hee! He turned him to salt!

Umm...crap. Let the Balthazar/Cas fic begin!

'I believe the hairless ape has the floor.'

See? Cas does love Balthazar. ooohhh...so Balthazar always wanted Cas, but Cas was too much the good solider to even notice it. And then he got sent to hell and earth and Dean happened, and now Cas loves Dean and Dean loves Cas, but Balthazar still loves Cas, and Cas now realizes it and maybe that he kind of wants Balthazar too. And now he's *torn* and there can be angst. This show gives me so many pairings!

Ben was an accurate wendigo for Halloween. Of course he was!

Yeah, we know Sam's been different. And it concerns us. Actually, you know, this Sam reminds me of the Sam from when Gabriel had killed Dean. Sammy, I'm pretty sure hell tortures *everyone*. It's *HELL*. And therefore you are full of shit.

BOBBY!

*giggle* Twilight spoof vampires! 'These aren't vampires, they're douchebags!'

Also, Dean punched Sam! And the truth spell.

Hmm...'soon' means a break. Dammit. I think ep 4 is supposed to be Weekend at Bobby's, which, I believe, is the Crowley ep. And I want Crowley back!