shit list

now, i can completely understand not being able to come to a wedding. even my wedding.

send the card back, call, email, whatever.

rsvp, not that hard, especially when there is a return card with a stamp, or you have my email and or phone.

but NOTHING?

i'm sad to say just how many of my so called "friends" didn't even have the courtesy to reply in any way shape or form.

there were some other people i would have invited in lieu of you.

some treated it as some kind of party, or colossal joke, that they just 'missed'.

most of these flakes i have known for decades.

shame on you.

guess what?

some wedding pics

one is my family, one is me with the mavis ("the best man") and one is of the heppy couple.

still high and tired.

mrs.and mrs. and ms. figuls

well, the wedding is said and done and i am a happily married man.

and a very lucky one at that. beth is all the things i've ever needed and then some, and the mavis not only gets along with her, but was my best 'daughter' at my side.

she really is my pride and joy.

and beth is a jewel.

many friends helped out, many more flaked out and so many are dead it wasn't at all funny. but i was happy for those that came and supported us.

and my mother said some rather heartfelt things both at the ceremony and as an aside before the event.

she said that i was a good man and deserved much happiness, and that she knows how hard things have been for me and for any part of added drama she was sorry.

she has never spoken to me like that before.

beth noticed me crying about it and was there in every sense of the word.

and my mavis was sooo uncomfortable in her skirt and pretty blouse and dress shoes but she looked like such a big girl. she wished me happiness as she helped with my tie and again, the weepy mo.

i am blessed.

and broke.

ah, well.

no

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oooh, oooh, child

things are gonna get easier?

this has been a week or two from hell, what with all the diabetes stuff, mental and physical planning for the wedding, and the trying to figure out how to pay for it all without robbing a bank or holding schoolkids by their ankles and watching the money fall out.

then there's the whole "you're now the assistant manager of the diner and oops! we just got shut down by the city and you now have to work a week of 15 hour days..."

i mean, really. haven't been able to do my radio show in a month, let alone sleep or spend much time with the fiancee or child.

and oh, yes: painting the living room, having my rear tire blow out (and needing to replace the whole lot), shuttling the kid to and from summer camp and throw in three or four doctor's appointments and yarrrrrrgh....

learning of the death of an old performance buddy (brian chic, RIP) much after the fact and feeling all melancholy about absent and departed friends...

getting lectured by family and friends about my level of self care regarding the the diabetes (like altering my eating habits and losing 15 pounds was not enough) hasn't helped much.

the only times i seemed to have gotten to relax a bit were a nice meal or two, a chat with the new boss about our mutual departed friend sue, a rather lengthy spell at the internet tracing down nerdy star trek fan films (do not ask), and chats with tracy about parenting and other departed friends...

in there somewhere is a ray or two of happiness called mavis and beth.

a smile from them in all this frenzy is the only way to go.