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23 June 2006

Today is the first day I've had a chance to sit and get caught up on anything. So much to report...

I'm officially my sister's maid of honor now. At first, she said she wanted no attendants up there with her and she hadn't asked me to do anything for the wedding. Uh, ouch. She wanted her fiance's 2 neices to be flower girls, 2 of our cousins to be candlelighters and 2 other cousins to be ushers. But me, yeah, nothing. Apparently, several people commented to my mother about how hurtful it must be that I was excluded from the wedding and of course, it was hurtful when people asked why I wasn't her maid of honor or a bridesmaid. People DO ask why and get quite personal about the status of my relationship with her, like we obviously hate each other or I don't approve of the relationship because otherwise, I'd be standing up for her. Yeah, well none of that's true and considering the ceremony logistics of who will hold the rings, her bouquet and fix her train, AND to put all the jibber-jabber to rest, she asked me to stand up for her. Of course I said I would be honored (in the midst of tears because I really did think she wanted everyone involved BUT me).

Let's see.. what else. The burial for my aunt was quick and rather low-key but there's a memorial service on Tuesday, in addition to the graveside thing we had on Monday. I drove my grandparents down. It was an uneventful trip, until my grandmother went on and on about the state of my aunt and uncle's house and how lovely my mother looked, except that she needs to lose weight. Um, yeah, but she's also 2 sizes smaller than she was 5 months ago. Obviously that doesn't matter to my grandmother who is one of the most judgemental people I've ever met. My sister is the obvious favourite grandchild, for lots of reasons and if nothing else, because compared to me, she's the great white hope, the skinny one who will pop out grandbabies now. I'm just the fat, frumpy sister, holding the train of the pretty bride. Whatever. Yes, I'm bitter.

Samson had to go the vet again, for the 3rd time this month. This time for a HUGE cyst on his anus. Yes, my dog had a boil on his ass. Nice, eh? I didn't notice it until Monday night and then with the funeral on Tuesday and the vet only working mornings on Wednesdays, I couldn't get him in there until yesterday. He's having surgery today to remove the lovely growth. I worry about him and I'm over-sensitive about him because my family doesn't really like having a 110lbs dog around. I love him, even though that's not enough for my family.

Gosh, I sound depressed. I have been this week... moody and really snippy about stuff. I've shed more tears this week than I have in a long time. If I didn't know better, I'd think it was a bad case of PMS. I think it's just been a lot of stress the last few weeks and I've just had ENOUGH of the family drama.

How I wish I was back in London.

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