A Zombie Wedding!

Dearly loved friends and relations, I have the honor of welcoming you all to this ceremony, in which we will wed Garrett and Tiffany to each other.

Today I’m going to say a few words about zombies.

Zombies. The shambling ghouls of black and white Saturday matinees and the quick, ravenous monsters of modern horror are all suffering from the same disease – disconnection – from the world around them and from each other.

And aren’t we all there sometimes?

Don’t we shuffle to work, monosyllabic, until we get our caffeine, and then go through the motions of work and house as if completely unaware of other people? Don’t we set our sights on one desire after another, rushing from experience to experience without actually stopping to enjoy any of it?

Haven’t you found yourself staring into space, wishing for just a little more brains?

Garrett and Tiffany were there too and they’ve decided to take the only vaccine that works – they’ve decided to get married. By which I mean they’ve decided to get connected -- unashamedly, unhesitatingly connected -- to each other.

In this they refuse to become numb themselves, they promise to give each other attention, consideration, and kindness – emotions zombies most certainly do not share. They refuse to feed on the heart and mind of the other, agreeing instead to grow those things together and share them equally. And they vow not to allow the other to become a zombie when they aren’t looking – slipping into apathy, numbness, and a maddening hunger. They do these things with the shotguns of their love strapped strongly to their backs and the truncheons of their humor held firmly in their hands.

Together, they will defend their humanity and their home with all the wit, grace, and power of any spunky heroine or over-sized hero.

Together they are an example of what is possible when two people set their sights on the same star. They cut through our 21st century cynicism and prove that, in fact, zombification is not inevitable -- that friendship, love, and desire, when held with both hands, are the only weapons any of us need to stay human.

With the zombies held at bay by their mutual promises, Tiffany and Garrett are ready to face the other monsters of life – defending against the Frankenstein coworkers, the Soul Vampires of false friends, and the Mummy of age itself.

The adventure they are about to embark on has all the magic of any Hollywood movie and all the terror of true Lovecraftian horror – dread Cthulhu has nothing on balancing family Christmases.

But the truest fact is that as long as they stick together, connected to each other, the zombies of life, real and imagined, apathetic and disastrous, cannot harm them.

That said, let’s get married, shall we?

Sadly... the officiant said no to this.. and I'm sure most will.. With the wedding being a month away I cant get anyone ordained. So.. I'll just let this ceremony be the ceremony that couldve been haha.

I'll still have the ceremony of my dreams.. without zombies, and horror movies.. =]

-Tiffany

You walk like a zombie
You talk like a zombie
Its not in your head
You're a living dead
Whatever you're gonna do
You're gonna make me cry

And you wanna hold hands
In the cemetery
And you wanna be lost
For all eternity
And everything is dark
And kind of scary
And you crave the full moon
But i don't care

And you want a mountaintop
With a little castle
And you wanna name our kids
Morticia and fester
And all the flowers you bring
Are always dead
And you howl at the moon
But i don't care

Six feet under
You make me wonder
You wanna be undead
So you can be hunted
But whatever you're gonna do
I'm gonna follow you
-Horrorpops

New Orleans baby!

Change in plans! We're not having a big frou-frou wedding..
We both took a step back and actually laughed at what we were putting ourselves through with this wedding. Then admitted that neither of us even wanted the big wedding... so we decided to gather up our parents and best friends and take of nawlins.

In reality, I've never even thought about my wedding. It always got as far as who would I invite, with such a huge family.. and who would actually show up. Since I'm the "goth" black sheep of the family. What better way to express my "gothiness" than a wedding in the french quarter.
Just a note: Im not goth.. I enjoy goth things.. but I do not live the life style.

So I've got our agenda already planned out. I'll post it later.

June 6th, 2009, I'm getting hitched!

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- W.B. Yeats

Love is a dinosaur

Valentines day was beautiful.
We woke up semi early and exchanged gifts.

I put a lot of time into Garretts. I gathered a devil, baloons, candy, a 80s compilation cd, flowers, some other things, steve ott jersey and Stars tickets then made a card using all of the items I got him. He had to read the card first then he got to see his gifts.

Garrett got me some ruby earrings, and a new ipod! yay!! Now I just need to clean the other computer off and use it strictly for my ipod.

Then we got ourselves around and went to get tattoos. We tried a new artist and he was GREAT. Very light handed. I got a steggei with a heart above his head on my foot. Garrett and I both got love on our wrists. Pretty stinkin cute. =]


After the festivities we went to PeiWei and it was AMAZING. Theeen we went to his moms and had pork ribs. yummmmmy. =]

It was the best valentines day I've ever had.

Dear Lady

In spirit of Valentines day... I present to you a book I recently discovered.
Me Not Dead, Bigfoot. Its a follow up of Me Write Book, Bigfoot, a full-color book, depicting every intimate, disgusting.., and downright insane moment of Bigfoot's life.

swallowed by plaid and cowboy hats

Waking up this morning to whir of country music mixed in with that horrid applebottem song was not what I expected last night as I headed toward Denison, TX to hang with my mother and her friends.

Lets go back in time... shull we?
I got myself put together and prepared for a night of fun and such with me mums. We showed up at Cutters, a private bar of class and sophistication. Walking in, I realize that my perception of the night was about to alter greatly...
I was swallowed by a pool of plaid, cowboy hats, and perhaps the smell of cow manure...? The live band was covering a classic of Jovies Dead or Alive.. and as horrible as they were.. I was hopeful that perhaps the night wasnt lost in shit-kicking oblivion..


Well, I was wrong. They played strictly countr.. Garrett set up our tab and I started on my first Malibu and DrPepper. She even added a cherry! I watched the dancers, ages from 30-60 scurry by in amazement that this STILL actually happens outside of movies... Mom finds us a spot and we soon settle in near the pool tables.

We took an empty table and the merriment began... After one game I could tell my mother had had a few to many beers and was trying to show off. Soon a girl challenged her game and when mom beat her.. her sorry losing boyfriend AKA:the self named "pool shark" challenged and also got beat.
Poolshark also was missing several teeth, was offended by garrett saying his hat(adorned by a longhorns logo and fishhook) looked silly, and then said he only lost because of.. well I couldnt understand the snaggle tooth at that point so I didnt quite catch that.


After they left in a haze of embarresment... it was starting to set in.. This was not going to be a great night. I smiled though, continued drinking my third M&DP and ate the cup of cherries my mom bought me. I guess she felt a tiny bit bad for knowingly dragging me somewhere that I had moved hundreds of miles away just to escape. So, I just sat in the corner and pretended I wasnt there...





Skippng a few details, fast fowarding to the bathroom. I walk in and discover stahls of wood.. much like horse stahls in a barn... inside there are built in ashtray holders... classy, right? Not to mention the urine on the floor.
Then as I'm washing my hands a women runs in with her pase' and declares "woo! Im about to clear this place out!" followed by what could only be described as the longest fart I've ever heard. I ran out as fast as I could.


I get back to discover my mother booty dancing.. oh yes... booty dancing. I guess in this time the country cover band had wrapped up and they had started to play the general club music. I wanted to puke and choke and stab my eyes out at the same time. Telling her that it was time I left, she said she had fun. Of course she did, she probably doesnt remember half of the night.. I grabbed my bag and set off to make my own fun at home with my fiance.


Last night made me realize something though...
I'm not the type of girl that goes out, gets stupidface drunk, booty grinds on random people, makes a complete fool of myself and then goes home to brag about it the next day. I'm happy staying in, playing nintendo and hanging out with my friends.. and I'm quite proud of that.

Signing out,
Tiffany

clean the house saturdays

I love "clean the house Saturdays". Sometimes its Sundays... whichever.
The days where I turn on the Sci Fi Network and get lost in making my house look like its loved again. I lose myself in listening to movies like Mole People and Abominable.. Clean my heart out and then take a shower after its all done, Mellow out and relax for the rest of the day. Well not today, somehow people had decided to hang out with me..

People being my mother and brother haha. They both have different occasions to go to at the same time.. and I already had prior plnas to watch the Stars game... Deciding that my mother doesnt invite me out often I chose her and made plans to see a show with my brother at another time.

The sun is actually shining today and it makes me feel a lot better. I love the sun.. even on a cold winter day.. the sun brings me joy. =]

Ice!

Today I awoke to a world covered in ice. No sooner was the sleep out of my eyes was I informed that I wasnt needed at the jobplace.. yay! No driving on this blanket of slippery glass.

I took the day as an opportunity to take some photos and chill out. Although my wisdom teeth are cutting in... today was a pretty good day.