Karma

Seriously...do you ever have times in your life when you feel like everything you touch turns to dook?

This wedding date, 4/11...is the FOURTH date we have set. The first date we set, my mother decided to almost die due to not taking her thyroid meds and seriously was almost comatose for several days before they figured out the problem, and was in the hospital for a week while they brought her back from the brink. Not the easiest thing to do, but she made it. The second date we set, HIS mother decided to throw a shower-of the pulmonary embolism variety. Hospitalization with a placement of a basket in her vena cava to catch any wayward clots before they hit her heart or brain and getting her regulated on anti-coagulants kinda put a kink in THOSE plans. She also pulled through, but still gets clots in spite of the Coumadin. Thank God for that little basket. The third date was set for Labor Day Weekend of 2005. Remember anything exciting happening around that time? A bitch called KATRINA, perhaps? Yeah, ummmm....kinda hard to have a beach wedding when the beach is non-existent, along with everything else for miles in every direction. Obviously, the third time was NOT the charm.

We set this date because it's Easter weekend and the kids will be out of school Good Friday and the following Monday. We have traditionally spent Easter on the coast with Tim's parents, so it just seemed perfect. Talked to our pastor, and he said he would be tickled to come to the coast for the wedding-and we checked into having the ceremony and reception on a Biloxi Schooner, and wow, there is one available that evening for a 4 hour or 2.5 hour sunset cruise-the wedding we have talked about since the first time we met (Seriously) We even found the perfect ring, and it FIT, which never happens since I have fat fingers. We took it as a sign that it was THE one.

Since setting the date, the dishwasher has gone out, Cody has been sent to the Alternative School (for bringing a cell phone to school-twice), and I did my taxes-which is normally cause for celebration and would normally facilitate all the wedding plans we had made. However, the boys turned 17 last year, and are no longer qualified for the child tax credit. I OWE THE IRS. A. LOT. OF. MONEY. Needless to say, all of our plans, even down to the hors d'ouvres for the cruise, have been shot to hell.

I am REALLY bummed right now. I know Tim wants to make me an honest woman, but I think we should just cancel this crap and sneak over to Alabama one day without telling ANYONE, so Karma will just leave me the hell alone.

April 11. Hummmpph.