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5 weeks from tomorrow Jamie and I will be getting married. I'm very excited. Jamie, apparently, hasn't thought about it so doesn't know if he's excited or not.

I have my first Major stress attack last Friday evening. According to other women I've spoken to I've held up pretty well not have had one sooner. I was collecting my wedding dress from the alterers, and due to the Jordanesque style of dress I have chosen, trying to get that into the car on a sunny day, on my own when the car was parked on a hill resulted in me getting extremely upset. I threw shoes at the back of the bedroom door when Jamie tried to talk to me from the other side - something I have never done before.

I'm glad we're having a small wedding. I couldn't imagine doing this organising for a larger number. Not the way I get worked up, anyway.
Quite frankly I'm amazed Jamie's still willing to go ahead with the whole thing.

Moderator

I have had comments on my site for a while now (thanks, I have to admit, to Jamie). I never really had a problem with them, mainly cos I don't have what you could call a readership. I don't take it personally and I'm not here to mull over whether anyone loves me or not.

Recently, I found it necessary to moderate the comments that were being left on my site. In the main the comments now fall into two categories; people offering me free access to their porn/pharmacy site or (silly) Italian and American kids who think I'm Hilary Duff. I kid you not!!

Strangely, it's the second class of comment that worries me more. I mean the people offering the free porn, or the low cost Viagra are really in business they're just trying to make money. The people who think I'm Hilary Duff have not bothered to engage their brains in the recent past. And as the song says the children are our future, so this is a cause for some worry.

So, ok, if you are reading this site because you searched Google and in your infinite wisdom decided that I was a blonde, 19 year-old American, singer/actress, on the one hand thanks, I'm flattered. On the other hand I have to say Pause! Look at my site, why would Hilary Duff own a 6 year old Renault Clio, buy cheap MP3 players, travel around Eastern Europe drinking cabbage soup, and tell the world about the minutae of her life that never once involves recording a song, or making a movie or setting foot in the US where she apparently lives? You can't answer can you? Because it is now blatantly obvious to your microwave, MTV generation pea-brain that I am NOT in fact Hilary Duff. Thank you!

As you have made it this far and patiently read my rant I'll help you out: your next stop should be here. For all other readers, normal service will resume shortly; I'm cranky now, I need a nap!

Venus or Mars

Jamie and I went to see Superman Returns last night. Personally, I liked it but I think it was mainly cos we've finally gotten a vaguely attractive super hero. I never did find anything nice about Christopher Reeve (sorry!).

Anyway, that's not the point of the blog. I don't want to ruin the story for anyone but I think this bit was fairly predictable, Lois Lane's kid is Superman's son. As we were leaving the cinema I said:
"Ah! Superman had a baby!"
Jamie responded with:
"Hey! Superman had sex!"

I think this small snippet goes to show the fundamental differences between the females and males of our species.