talcum powder.

Wow. Corey and I just finished the Save-the-Dates. I'm completely on wedding overload. I was so busy at work last week, that I was unable to follow up with the Bed & Breakfasts for some of our guests. That will have to take place tomorrow. I did a little bit of emailing with Ingrid and trying to nail down her contract. AND then I dragged Mandar out to the Beach with me to see what Corey and I were accomplishing with the paper. She is such an amazing designer and I am so glad that she's one of my best friends and is doing this for me. As soon as I get some images of her hard work, I'll post them.

I spent this past weekend in wedding mode too. Not my wedding however. Dar and I went to Connecticut for his friend from High School's wedding. There was HUGE group of High School friends there...his friends that is. So different and removed from my world. Hearing them talk about life growing up, felt like some sort of fairy tale or straight out of a book. Not real life. Everyone's smart. At least 6 doctors from his small high school class. I have none.

2 years ago at his 10 year High School Reunion, some guy (not a friend) discovered I was from Arkansas. He went on to discuss his one year living in Mississippi and talked at will about how incredibly Racist we were in the south. How prejudiced we were against "black people". He talked down to me and was rather insulting, like I had some sort of mental block and if he lectured me long enough I would rise above my past and, I don't know, become a midwestern. I wanted out of the conversation but before I made my escape, I asked him where all the black people were he graduated with.

Since then, I've had an odd taste about this highly-educated, no crime town from where Dar was raised. Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoy being around Dar's High School friends and part of me is very jealous that he was able to establish such great relationships. Maybe a lot of it does come from some jealousy. They were certainly exposed to a lot of things I only dream about. I wonder how my life would have been different.

But here I am. I am where I am. Dar has a large group of really wonderful friends. I have a small group, but wonderful nonetheless.

Oh, and the Talcum Powder from my post title you continue to ponder? Some exploded in a suitcase outside our plane in Connecticut. Fire Trucks. Haz Mat. Full suits and gear. It could have been anthrax. or heroine. or talcum powder. I mean if you breathe it in, it could kill you. Definately head to toe suits were needed. Delay: 30 minutes.