I love parties

I love hosting parties and going to parties. I love the buzz of people milling about. When I host a party, I love the fact that my house is so very clean, even if just before the party. I tell Bryan we ought to have people over once a week just so I have a reason to keep it clean.

I'm excited for the Mensa Halloween party tomorrow because, well, it's Halloween and we can do some fun things. I just wish Bry would have asked for a bigger budget......

public ranting

I admit this is a somewhat passive-aggressive way to rant. Why? Cuz I really don't think anyone reads this which is fine with me.

Today was Bryan's nephew's (LDS) baptism. We went to the church and was talking with another nephew when Bryan's mother walked in. She went wayyyy around us. Her husband (Bob) asked where she was going and she replied that she didn't want to interrupt our conversation. I took personal offense at that because it seemed to me that she went wayyyyy out of her way to not even walk by me or say hi to me.

She didn't even say any words to me until several hours later as we were standing in line for food. She said, "Now I can greet people." I asked her what stopped her before. She mentioned something about having to help with the food.

I don't think she likes me anymore. Should this bother me?

Costume sewing

I am having so much fun creating a costume for Ethan. I have loved watching a large piece of fabric cut apart and then sewn into an awesome (if I say so myself) jacket.

I was so excited to find the right shirt that I could alter and make it into exactly what I want.

I must go back to work!