Unwired

Ok, enough with the sibiling rivarly. Though funny, I'm sure my sis and I don't need to pull all of you into a power struggle that's gone on the better part of ~29 years.

Sorry for the delay on posting. When I first thought of doing this blog I thought there'd be more of chaotic mess of things I can expunge on. I obviously misjudged my intended's (I stole that from Carol) organizational skills.

So anyway, not much going on. Rachelle's shower is right around the corner and I love my friends because many of them have offered to take me in as a refugee while Rachelle's family takes over my place. To pass the time Rachelle has discovered the wonders of Facebook, which I hate. She got me signed up on it and ever since then I've been inundated by ppl I have neither thought about or purposely tried to avoid since High School. Rachelle's obsession transcends words however. She's even gone so far as to put a profile of our dog, Libby, on Dogbook.com.

All this technology talk has once again got me thinking about Bayfield and how odd its gonna be to be away from all my gadgets. Not that I won't have them nearby but I'm counting on most of them not being able to do what I intend for them to do. Oh well...no work for me!! However if you're at the wedding and looking for me, chances are my cell is not gonna work so I can be most likely be found at one of any number of bars in the area, most likely the Bayfield Inn bar. However Bayfield is small enough that if you stand in the middle of town and just yell my name, I'll probably hear you.

Hope this reaches everyone well. And as Rachelle tells me every day..less then 160 days till the wedding or something.

-D