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Whoever Said Orange is the New Pink is Seriously Deranged.

MTV did possibly the coolest thing ever this weekend. They showed "Legally Blonde: The Musical" this weekend. The Broadway show...the whole thing.

I DVR'd it.

I also watched it 3 times.

And downloaded the soundtrack.

And now I know all of the songs by heart.

I am a huge dork. But it was totally worth it.

I swear to you that it's not a bad show. I'm a total theatre snob. And only watched it (the first time) to say that I've seen it. But then I got hooked.

The music is totally catchy and Laura Bell Bundy is my new hero.

Here's the Bend and Snap! Enjoy!



*kisses*

Arg!

Why is it that sometimes it feels like technology was invented to rule the world?

I swear some technological items are smarter than us...well maybe not smarter, but they are definitely intelligent.

Case and Point:

In my job I have to perform some remedial tasks. One of these "tasks" is to input addresses and names into a stock cover letter and print a corresponding envelope. It's easy to do but time consuming because you have to change all references in the stock cover letter and if you're like me, you know human, you make mistakes from time to time. So then you waste the "good paper" having to reprint it correctly.

The only Godsend in all of this is that Microsoft Word has that handy envelopes and labels tool that will pull the address from the letter so that you don't have to retype it. It's wonderful.

Until it stopped pulling it from the letter. After a few choice words I finally figured out that if I highlighted the text I want to put on the envelope the envelopes and labels tool would work like it's supposed to.

Except that's not working like it's supposed to. It's almost like Microsoft Word recognized that I wasn't doing just a few of these, I was doing more like 50. So it said to itself "How can I mess with her mind and spirit?"

NOT COOL Microsoft Word. It's already mind numbing enough. you really didn't have to add that extra little step. But thanks. It's awesome.

Alright, enough bitching, back to it.

*kisses*

You guys...

I'm still feeling the effects of this

2 for 1

I know, shocking.

La has been blogging about candy corn recently and I decided that I must have some for myself so during lunch my sister and I headed to Kroger for some candy corn and Starbucks. MMM pumpkin spice frapp...yummy.

Cut to 2 hours later...

THIS:



VERY QUICKLY TURNS INTO THIS:



*kisses*

Chaps my ass...

Today is the first day we begin accepting applications for our 2008 programs. I am going to be one busy lady today, I hope.

Yesterday I alerted my blog friend Molly to a trivia contest that popsugar holds every Tuesday at 3 (eastern time). It's always a pop culture trivia game and this week it was to be Friends trivia. Knowing that Molly is a whiz kid when it comes to Friends trivia I let her know and then joined the game to watch and see the carnage.

Unfortunately there was no carnage because this week's game, and maybe it's like this every week (I've only participated in a few games and haven't done so lately)but this week it felt like the chat room where they send you to play the game was filled with 13 year olds. Maybe it was or maybe it was filled with annoying assholes.

I hate people that talk just to hear themselves talk, so I guess I would likewise hate people who chat to see themselves chat. There were petty fights breaking out. There were people asking questions and confusing other players in the chatroom (basically the moderator counts down to a question so that everyone has a chance to prepare. But there were some dillholes who were knowingly confusing newcomers, and that's not cool). There was even some idiot who kept typing the same thing over and over again.

I'm just done with all of the immaturity out there nowadays. Grow up people. You people are the same people who ride my ass aren't you? The people that are so far up my ass on the highway that I can taste your bumper. Why is it that these people will continually endanger themselves when it's impossible for me to get over? When I have a semi to my right, the shoulder to my left, and some idiot in front of me going 50 in a 65 zone...let me just say it's impossible for me to get over.

So I'm annoyed today...what annoys you?

*kisses*

Um yeah...

First things first...

To my wonderful friend Margarita...


Glitter Graphics & Comments

That's right folks, it's her birthday so go leave her some birthday love. Just try to ignore her shoe fetish :) I keed, I keed.

In other news. Have I ever let you guys in on how Husband and I got together?

I mean besides working customer service for the same company...

When we met (over hot wings and Batman Spagettios in the break room) I told him some very important, seal the deal information.

I love Journey (I totally own Steve Perry's greatest hits, Oh Sherrie? come on, best 80's song ever and I totally fell in love with it when it was on pop up video)



Come on.. that's awesome!

Also, I LOVE BASEBALL. All baseball, except f**k the Yankees!

And um, the freaking Cleveland Indians beat their asses last night.

Ok techinically I'm a Reds fan but at this point I can root for any Ohio team in the Post Season.

Although sadly this means they will be up against the Red Sox and we all know what that means...2006 World Series ending all over again. Which is totally cool with me since it means the Yankees don't win again. I mean seriously why is it expected that the effing Yankees should win every season. Especially since...

JETER SUCKS!

*kisses*

Good Morning

You guys, I actually woke up and got out of bed when my alarm clock went off this morning. Meaning my snooze button was not utilized for the first time in weeks. Trust me, I'm as shocked as you are.

I actually had quite the relaxing weekend. Aside from the splitting headache I woke up with Sunday morning. Boo headaches.

Husband had to work Saturday morning and his getting ready woke me up around 8 and I of course couldn't fall back asleep. So I got up, showered, and headed to my grandmother's to pick up her laundry. I chatted with her for a while, she's doing so well. Her mood has changed. She's much happier and perkier. I'm really happy about it. I don't know what changed but I'm glad it did.

So I got back and started her wash (or "warsh" as she says.) and headed over to our friend's house with Ozzy b/c he really needed a bath. 2 hours later, both of us soaking wet, smelling like wet dog and my leg adorned with a new bruised from the lead Ozzy was chained to, we headed home.

Then I got to go furniture shopping with Casey. Then I just had to go to Old Navy since some lip gloss was left in one of my pockets and ruined some of husband's shirts.

Husband got off of work and we had a very nice, relaxing evening made complete by the best episode of SNL in years.

Sadly, like I said, I woke up with a splitting headache Sunday morning. So husband and I lounged around for a while. Then we braved it enough to take Grandma's laundry back. Even husband noticed the change in her. Which is just awesome.

I love relaxing weekends. Weekends that provide what weekends are supposed to.

What did you do this weekend?

*kisses*

What's in a Name?

Since the creation of Google, I'm sure everyone has used it for the same thing at least once.

You've totally Googled yourself haven't you? Don't lie. We can all admit it. I have even Googled my new married name. (like anything would come up!)

So when I Google my full name I get some pretty normal hits and my name shows up a couple of times on that first page. I'm not the first hit mind you, but I'm still there.

Well in my many hours of boredom lately (when I'm at home pining away for my husband who always has to work nights) I decided "I should just Google my nickname and see how many pages I have to click through to find me!

So I Googled "Mim" and in 0.24 seconds Google had found 46,700,000 sites that had the word "Mim" somewhere on them.

I click through the first page taking the time to notice that the very first hit (and therefore most important website featuring "Mim" is the "Maoist Internationalist Movement." Super!

I click through some more pages and get to page 14 (still nothing that actually references me). On page 14 you will find "Madame Mim, Drag Queen." I actually only clicked on this link b/c the header only said "Mim". And to be technical, I'm not sure if this is a drag queen but she (he?) certainly looks like it.

Scrolling through some more pages I get to page 35 and a person on blogger named "Mim". That's got to be me, right?

Nope, it's a woman in her 50's. That's ok, I'm bound to be here somewhere...

Page 37--"Sharing Him with Mim". A story about getting someone's mean spirited Mother in Law to find God.

Page 61--A personal favorite..."Gay Travel by Mim"

Page 69--Musical Instruments Museum in Brussels.

Page 75--The Mim Hotel in Istanbul, Turkey

Page 100--You can't search anymore. I guess Google thinks that most people who have given up by then...I still want more...so...

I Google "Miriam"

Page 1-Hit 1--Miriam, Moses' sister. It's a Wikipedia site.

Hit 2--Merriam Webster Dictionary. I'm sorry didn't I clearly type in "Miriam"? Why then would you give me a hit for Merriam? (This has been a pet peeve of mine for years)

Page 2--A hit for a UK TV show "There's Something About Miriam" A dating show with a twist! the beautiful Miriam is actually a man! And none of the male contestants know...isn't that hysterical? They're bringing this show to the US...can't wait for those jokes to start.

Page 43--Miriam Christine vocal downloads. Now this one really caught my attention because Christine used to be my middle name...weird. And no I didn't listen to any of her music. She's a name stealer :)

Page 54--Miriam Restaurant 79 5th Ave Brooklyn New York. Hey! I have a restaurant! Ooh and it's Greek food. i must go the next time I'm up there.

After page 90 I had to stop looking b/c it starts getting dirty...really dirty.

So, sadly after two night of perusing Google for any sign of me, my websites, my accomplishments...I find nothing. I guess I should stick to using my full name from now on.

Although, I will check again next week to see if this post is in there. I think I used the names enough!

*kisses*

Married Life Volume 3

I need to stop eating tacos.

Every time I make tacos for dinner I say strange things to my husband.

Last night he tried to hold me as he fell asleep and apparently gave him a mean look and told him "No! You can't." He kept trying to find out why he couldn't and I just kept saying "You just can't" until I told him I need to stop eating tacos before bed.

Also I was being attacked by a spiderweb.

Other than that I've got some random things for you this morning...

1. You know how commercials seem like they're really long when you're sitting on the couch? Well it turns out they're 20 times as long when you decide to do crunches on your exercise ball during them.
2. Yep! I worked out last night!
3. Pushing Daisies ROCKED! It had a Big Fish feel to it. I think it's wonderful and will continue to watch.
4. The Bionic Woman was a little better last night. But it's weird that this week the acting was better than the story line. I'm giving it one more week to sync up before I call it quits on that show.
   
5. I GOT MY WEDDING RING BACK! YAY! And they connected them for me so hopefully it won't break again.
6. Husband has today and tomorrow off, works a day shift on Saturday and is off Sunday and Monday! I'm very excited. Since we've been married we haven't been able to spend so many evenings together. Tonight I'm making Chicken Teryaki along with homemade white sauce. For the white sauce recipe please visit here.
   

*kisses*

Blah

I feel so...blah.

For some reason lately, I have trouble caring. All I want to do is come home and curl up on the couch. Which I do and quite honestly, enjoy very much.

But I hate feeling blah. There's no point and things suffer because of it.

#1 thing that suffers from my blah-ness? My weight. Every Tuesday night I sit in front of my TV, drinking, watching the Biggest Loser and crying. I cry because these people really want to make a difference in their lives. They want to live longer, see their children grow up, shop at a normal store, whatever. But every season one of the contestants says something that strikes me..."it was just easier to be fat"

Damn. They're right. It is so much easier to not care. To be lazy. To stop at the drive thru instead of making something healthy.

I always have healthy things in the house. This doesn't mean I make a beeline for them when I'm bored and want to munch. That's my biggest weakness. Boredom. When I'm bored I eat. When I'm upset, I eat. When I'm blah, I eat.

So I'm done with that. Starting tonight, I'm doing it. I won't say "I'm too tired, I'll do it later."

I have 8 million workouts DVD's and an exercise ball. I'm going to start using them.

I guess I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

The only problem is...besides Husband...who is going to hold me accountable?

*kisses*

I wonder...

• Why you can't hear your phone ring but you can always hear the annoying beep, that indicates you've missed a call? Is it set to a different volume?
• Why it is legal to not use your turn signal in the state of North Carolina? That's right, in good ol' NC you don't have to use your turn signal if you don't want to. This explains why people don't use them. Husband and I always joke that you have to pay more for turn signals in your car. Kind of like how you have to pay more for an automatic versus a standard car. If you ride with us you'll alway hear us remark that apparently that car doesn't come with turn signals. I also honk at them. They are there for a reason...be safe!
• (Also, speaking of cars and annoying drivers) Why do some people come to complete stop to turn right? There is no need other than wanting to cause an accident.
• What if the crock pot dinner I'm making doesn't come out right and I've wasted two whole chicken breasts? (NOTE TO HUSBAND: please turn on the crock pot to the low setting. I love you.) (also, this is my first time making a crock pot dinner so it wouldn't be that bad if I messed it up. We could chalk it up to trial and error)
• Why is Fall such a wonderful time of year? Really, it's beautiful here. Husband can we take a drive through the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway? If we can, I'll take you to the zoo. :)
  

That's all. I'm just curious. If you have some answers or insights, I'd love to hear them.

*kisses*

I love it

So I'm a couple of days into tracking people with site meter and Google analytics (thanks ADW). I must say, it's pretty awesome.

Thanks for your comments. It's nice to know that the people whose blogs I stalk, also stalk mine.

Sadly, I have a retort to one of them...this one:

Anonymous said...

secretly stalking you from PA... because i find you interesting and slightly annoying at the same time because you dont refer to your husbands name-- you just call him husband.

Well thank you for secretly stalking me, Anonymous from PA. It's nice to not meet you. And thank you for thinking me interesting. On that note, I'm glad you find it "slightly annoying" that I don't refer to husband by his real name. I'm glad because I find you really annoying for being annoyed that I want to stay somewhat anonymous, where as it's totally ok for you to comment on my blog anonymously. Long sentence short, why are you calling me out for being anonymous when you yourself remain anonymous?

Also, I'm sick and I get really cranky when I'm sick. Especially since I was just sick. When I'm sick, husband spends half his time catering to me and the other half telling me I'm cranky when I'm sick. Which he only does b/c I bite his head off about once every 30 seconds. The other half a minute I spend whining about how I don't feel good.

(PS husband, you were really sweet to me last and I appreciate it. I'm sorry I can be so mean. It's the congestion talking, not me)

*kisses*

Are You Stalking Me? Because That Would Be Super!

I set up a site meter. It's pretty cool. Except I just have the standard one so I don't think (or even better, am too stupid to figure out how) I can see how people are getting here from search engines. I may have to upgrade because my blog friends are continuously posting the strange search results for how people got to their blogs. Like go read ADW's post today, you'll spit out whatever you're drinking, I'm fairly certain.

All technology aside, site meter is awesome because I can see who's stalking my blog. And I say, if you're stalking me, at least leave me a damn comment. It's common courtesy people.

So I ask you, if you're stalking my blog...leave me a comment. Tell me who you are, who brought you here, and if you actually read my blog and enjoy it...let me know what you enjoy :)

Also, please help me figure out where the wackos are coming from. Do I need to upgrade? Because boo, they make you pay for that.

*kisses*

I'm so confused...

First, I spoke with Husband after he read yesterday's post and even he admits that it is likely that one of two things would happen:

1) You'd think I'm weird and stop reading my posts
2) You'd be offended and stop reading my posts

So in lieu of having people stop reading my posts, I will only indulge you, my loyal readers, with a couple of tidbits of information...

A couple of days ago, I was bored. (Husband has had to close pretty much every night since we've been married.) With such boredom comes strange ideas. So I did something that most people would be worried about. I, on the other hand proceeded to clean the kitchen, take Ozzy out, and clean the cats litter box before remembering the very strange and random thing I just did out of sheer boredom.

And that's all you get. :)

Margarita commented that she doesn't know how I got my blog name, Little Spoon. So here we go. Brace yourself b/c it is such a riveting story...

You know how when you're spooning with a significant other, one person is on the outside and one person is on the inside? Well I call that Big Spoon and Little Spoon respectively. Back before husband was fiance, he was just boyfriend and he would always ask me to come be his Little Spoon. And the nickname stuck. :)

I told you it was riveting.

But on to why I titled my post "I'm so confused"...

I watched The Bionic Woman last night. And it had a good story line but very bad acting. I'll watch it next week but if the actors don't get over their nervousness of being in a remake of a shitty 70's tv show, then I'm done.

I don't know how many of you saw the teaser they ran for the pilot about every 45 seconds on NBC this summer, but part of the premise is that there are 2 bionic women. A "good" one and a "bad" one.

Well the show opens, three years ago with the "bad" bionic woman killing about half of the staff at the medical facility where she was made/trained. So they have to kill her. And by kill her I mean, they shoot her, twice.

So I'm confused...you made her bionic...what makes you think that if you shoot her twice it will kill her? Obviously she's going to come back and be super pissed.

Hasn't anyone ever thought about, I don't know, maybe cutting the head off of something that can regenerate? I mean, they can regenerate from a cut or a broken arm, but I'm pretty sure that if you cut their head off, they die.

So my point is, (and I said this to my mother on the way to work this morning) if I ever come across a Bionic Woman or for an even better example, a vampire, and they have beef with me, I'd cut off their head.

That makes sense to me.

And my mother is very proud of me for knowing how to handle Bionic Women and Vampires.

*kisses*

Husband wanted me to tell you a specific story about myself.

But I can't. And there are several reasons but there's really only one main reason...

It would let you in on how extremely weird I am.

And you know what? I like my blog friends. I don't want them scared off because I sometimes do weird things.

But this was a really weird thing for me to do.

And funny.

Oh well.

*kisses*

The latest fiasco...with some great news at the end!

So my wedding ring broke.

Yes, broke. I know, it is difficult to comprehend. I'm still in shock.

I woke up the day after my wedding and did the typical; I held my hand up to admire my new bling. Aaaaaand noticed that my baguettes were separating. I don't think I need to state how incredibly annoying this is.

But since this was the day after my wedding I decided that short of a diamond falling out of my wedding band, I could deal with it until it's bi-annual cleaning in January.

Then Sunday night, precisely 3 weeks after my nuptials, I was playing with my rings and felt some resistance. I held my ring up under a light and was shocked to discover that the band had split. Like a cheap, chintzy ring you purchased 3 for $5 at Claires.

I was furious for several reasons. The first being the obvious...it was Sunday night and there wasn't anything I could do about this. The second being, I was there when we purchased my wedding band. It's not cheap. Good thing we purchased all the insurance and warranty we could. Because, let's face it...I'm a klutz.

So after I sorted through my anger and sadness, I finally made peace with the fact that I had to part with my wedding ring. I did this by pouting to husband.

(Have I ever explained to you how freaking awesome my husband is? He says I'm spoiled rotten but if he's the spoiler, does he really have any right to judge?)

Husband added me as an authorized user on his jewelry store account so that I could get my ring shipped off to be repaired AND purchase a placeholder ring.

My sister finds it weird that I now have two wedding bands. But as my friends pointed out last night, since I purchased a plain white gold band (that once my real wedding ring is back will take up occupancy on my right hand) I will be able to wear a wedding ring to any event.

For example:

Fancy dinner party? Engagement and Wedding Ring
Camping (HAHAHA like I would go camping)? Plain band
Planning on running into a Psychotic ex? Bling Bling
Going to the Beach? Plain band.

Making up excuses for having two wedding bands is awesome!

Congratulations Molly!

*kisses*

Married Life: Volume 2

I'm not sure why all of my "Married Life" posts so far have revovled around my sleep habits. But apparently I'm a wacky sleeper. What follows is a re-telling of a conversation husband and I had Friday night. Bear in mind, I had already been alseep for a couple of hours...

Scene: I sit straight up in bed and start to frantically search around.

Husband: "What's wrong baby?"
Me: "I can't find it"
H: "What?"
M: "I can't find it. You know that thing."
H: (holding up remote) "You mean the remote? It's right here."
M: "No, the other thing. You know, its white?"
H: "What?"
M: (very exasperated) "THAT WHITE THING! You know, it closes bags and it's magnetic and hangs on the refridgerator."
H: (finally catching on that I'm sleeping) "The Euro-Sealer?"
M: "YES! Where is it?"
H: "I imagine it's on the refridgerator."
M: "Will you go check?"
H: "Sure." (5 seconds later, he didn't even bother getting out of bed) "Yes, it's still there."
M: "Good! Thank you. I love you. Goodnight."
H: "Good night baby."

Apparently, it's really cute when I do this. I'm glad he thinks so.

Also, don't ask. I have no idea what I was dreaming about that would involve the Euro-Sealer.

*kisses.

I'm...

***

That's right folks. I'm actually in the middle of my busy season. (who knew I had a busy season?) Such bad timing too. I have so many wonderful pictures still waiting to be shown to you all. And I know you're all chomping at the bit to see them too.



I promise that one of these days I'll get around to regular posting again. And, I might even throw a new weekly post your way. But I need to make sure I can get enough info first.



I love you all.



*kisses*

***psst....that's a picture of a swamp. For those of you who are lucky enough to not know what one looks like.

So Sorry...

I apologize for the lateness in posting today. I worked from home today and yes, husband I actually worked. Hence the 5pm posting.

I adore working from home. It means I don't have to come home and worry about chores. It means Mr. Ozzy can go to the bathroom more frequently. It also means I can do all the monotonous work that should have been done last week in front of reruns of Project Runway and reminiscing through the first season of Heroes. September 24 cannot come quickly enough. And yes, I'm totally aware that's only 6 days away. I have waited forever for the second season of Heroes, b/c in my book that show only has one direction to go towards...and that's up. (FRWYING MAN!)

What was the monotonous work that I did today you ask? Well we recently printed around 3000 postcards for work. We're in the middle of recruiting for next year. It wasn't until we received the 3000 postcards that we noticed instead of saying September 21st, they said September 21th. (The twenty firth is now a running joke between my friends.) So I spent the majority of my day taking a sharpie and marking out the TH.

But Mim, why did you have to do that from home...it seems like carrying a box full of 3000 postcards home and then back to work is more work than necessary.

Ah, correct you are. This morning was the morning I...CHANGED MY NAME! Unfortch, I can't get a new license until Thursday b/c apparently the Social Security Office and the DMV are in cahoots to make me take more vacation time.

But now, my name is (almost) officially changed. All the remains is changing it at work and getting a new license.

I do have a question though...why is it that the women have to do all of this work? Why do we have to get to the Social Security Office at the buttcrack of dawn to take on a new name? Ah well, it was worth it.

Things I learned while changing my name:

• Even if you're the first car in the parking lot, it doesn't mean you're first in line.
• Lines don't exist at the Social Security Office.
• When getting a Social Security card for your newborn you can't just give them a birth certificate, you also need to present some other form of ID. I will keep this in mind when I have children and bring a stack of pictures of my newborns accompanied by a label maker.
• I now have to spell my name using the Trucker alphabet for customer service representatives. (V as in Victory...)

Tomorrow, I will be back in the office and near my wedding picture cd, promise!

*kisses*

The Cermony

I warn you now that some of these pictures will be a little dark. This is because a million an one people were taking pictures. These are pictures taken by my brother in law.

Here are the boys lined up waiting for us to walk down the aisle. You will notice that they are not on the traditional side. This is b/c I didn't want my cyst scar in the majority of my wedding pictures. And yes, I realize there is a thing called tradition and yes I realize there is also a marvelous computer program called Photoshop. But, since our hired photographer took over 1000 pictures I thought I'd save his assistant from having to touch up every single photo.

But, I digress. Aren't the boys handsome?


Then comes the processional of my girls. They walked down to The Vienna Boys Choir singing Pachalbel. It made me tear up. It was beautiful. The order is as follows:

SB:


Kogan:


Sissy:


My Sister:
Then my little elf and cherub. Notice the elf's faux-hawk!

Then me and my father. Some friends said they heard this weird sound and couldn't tell if I was laughing or crying. My sister thought I was crying. Our friend Perry thought it was hysterical laughter. I don't remember much...

Although, apparently when I saw husband I yelled "Hi Honey!" and then started giggling the rest of the way...see...


Cherub played with my veil the entire service...

I know that most of you are ready to kill me for wearing Crocs in my wedding. But we also walked down the aisle to the Batman theme song. It's how we roll.


Tomorrow: Family Pictures

*kisses*

Married Life Vol. 1

I know I promised to post pictures of the ceremony but if you remember I went off on a tangent last Friday as well...

Anywho...Since I got married almost 2 weeks ago people won't stop with asking me the same question over and over again..."How's married life?"

My answer? Also, always the same, "I'll let you know when it hits me."

That's right folks...it hasn't hit me yet that I'm married. I mean, sure it's nice to not have to say the dreaded "Baby, it's time to take me home" sentence anymore. It's nice to fall asleep on the couch and have husband wake me up and carry (!) me to bed. It's nice waking up in the morning next to the man I love...it's also nice to yell at my husband about Taco People.

Confused? Here's some insight into my brain. Sometimes I wake up from dreaming but think I'm still in the dream. I'll carry on conversations with no one and its only when my eyes fall on the alarm clock or another familiar object, that my brain registers the fact that I was still dreaming and that I need to go back to sleep. This phenomenon usually occurs when I'm excited about something. Like when I was in NYC the week before my wedding I had a dream and I remember sitting up in my bed talking on my cell phone to one of my friends about the wedding. We were planning her arrival, I believe. I finished my conversation and turned my phone off. A couple of seconds later I was becoming really frustrated b/c my phone wouldn't turn off and it was then I realized that the phone I was talking on? Turns out I had my comforter up to my ear. And turning that comforter phone off? I was hitting the comforter in my lap in an exasperated 'why won't this stupid phone turn off?'

Now these kinds of dreams have occurred all of my life. I'm quite used to them. Husband, though I have high hopes for the future,is not so used to them. Two nights ago he got home from work about the time I was going to bed. I told him not to stay up too late and to come to bed early since he had to work early the next morning. He swears that I was not in bed more than 45 minutes ahead of him but I was apparently already into my dream cycle...b/c when he came in I started talking to him about Taco People*. That my Taco People needed to meet his Taco People and so on and so forth. He was really confused and kept asking me what I meant and after clearly explaining to him that "MY Taco people needed to meet HIS Taco people" I realized what I was doing, yelled "I'm dreaming" into his face and rolled over and went back to sleep.

Welcome to married life y'all.

*kisses*

*To be fair to my subconscious...we had tacos for dinner that evening. I'm just saying*

Why didn't anyone tell me my dress was so large?

In the many fittings of my dress I never realized what a pain it would turn out to be. Don't get me wrong...it was beautiful and I felt like the princess that husband thinks I am while in it...but damn if that dress wasn't poofy.

Exhibit A: Trying to walk over to the church with dignity, grace and a serious need to not get my dress dirty...


Exhibit B: It took forever to get me into this position:

And it's funny too b/c you can see where the petticoat ends and the dress keeps going. Standing up was even harder.

Also, the petticoat...was the middle sized one. I don't even want to know how girls get around in the biggest sized one.

I don't even want to get into me getting up and sitting down over and over again at the reception.

Tomorrow: The Ceremony! Accompanied by yet another funny story.

*kisses*

I feel pretty...

I'm super duper perky today, which I know is only a result of my cup of coffee this morning and will wear off before 10 o'clock. But at least I'm perky now! Always look on the bright side of life!

Ok...here we go with some pictures of my actually in my dress...

Mom's making sure I'm fastened in correctly. We were running way behind and she hadn't even had a chance to put on her pretty party dress.


Sometimes she'd tie it just a little too tight!


Runyon helping me attach my veil. I think Mom was actually just jabbing the bobby pin into my head. Bride's wench to the rescue!


This is one of my favorite pictures. Have I ever mentioned how much I loved my veil? We made it. If you look closely you can see the beading around the bottom.


Showing off my comfy wedding shoes


And a close up...just so I can hear Margarita's groans all the way from NYC. You may think they're ugly but girl are they comfy.

Just in case you're wondering...that's a penny in my shoe. The saying goes...

Something Old, Something New
Something Borrowed, Something Blue
And a Penny in Your Shoe.

Remember that all you brides to be.

Tomorrow: trying to maneuver myself over to the church for the ceremony!

*kisses*

The moment (most of) you have been waiting for...

There it is...my wedding dress.

Tomorrow: Putting me into it!

I'm sorry, I was late for work this morning b/c I had to get a parking pass. So, unfortunately I have to get some work done. And today's post suffers for it :)

Also, please say a prayer today for the families, friends, and loved ones of those taken from us 6 years ago today. 9/11, never forget.

*kisses*

Wedding Prep Part 1: Hair and Makeup

Thank you for allowing me to vent.

Now on to more enjoyable things...prepping for my wedding. I do have several pictures of me dancing around in my bra but husband would be kind of mad if I posted them here. Although, on a fun side note, I wonder how many hits I'll get today from people who google the word 'bra'.

Here I am waiting to get me hair done. And before my hairstylist told me she had wine for me!

My hair is getting seriously long. I think it is time for a trim!

Runyon doing Kogan's hair...Runyon was such a lifesaver. We nicknamed her "Bride's Wench" during the wedding b/c she ran around and did everything my brain wasn't allowing me to do. She even anticipated my needs several times...I guess it is true what they say about good stage managers (it's how we met)

My sister's pretty hair, which took about 10 minutes to do. My hair stylist rocks!

Spraying my hair to keep it in place...notice I now have my wine...

My hair stylist and I decided we should make a hair clip that looks like my wedding hair and market it as the "The Mim". In fact...I really need to send a picture of it into The Knot.

And here are all my girls (minus my sister in law) before leaving the hair salon...

Runyon doing my makeup for the wedding...I told you she was my wench!


Tomorrow: Long awaited photos of my dress!

*kisses*

Excuse Me...

...While I Bitch!

I know you were expecting Wedding prep pictures today but I just can't do it. I'm upset, let me tell you why, b/c I need to get it out of my system.

I feel really bad for husband. Before the wedding he worked 9 days straight. And even when he was on 'vacation' he wasn't on vacation. Weddings are stressful and even though I've been back to work for three days now, I still don't feel 100% up to par.

Before I get into what is really irking me let me give you some background on husband...

He works in retail. Not the most glamorous of occupations but husband could sell water to a fish, a dead horse to a cowboy, really anything to anybody. He's just a natural born seller. He's really good with people.

He started working at his current job back in March (I think) and it was abundantly clear that he would be moving up in the company. Now he's already an Assistant Manager (walked into the job with that title) and in November will be taking over his store as manager.

Now the current manager of his store is none of the above things. In fact I've heard him yell at customers before. And not just yell, criticize, humiliate, basically everything you're not supposed to do to your customers, this guy does. I know what you're thinking I'm going to say next...that this guy is getting fired, and husband is taking his job...this is not the case. Bad Manager or BM (haha, BM) is getting transfered to a store that is closer to where he lives.

Ever since husband came into this very small store (in comparison to it's other stores in the area) he's managed to turn this store around. Sales are up, Loss Prevention is down, Morale is up. Husband's been in the top 5 since he started...which is why he's going to be a manager soon.

Ok...I promise I'm back on track...almost...

So, BM has to train Husband to be a manager...shouldn't be too hard. Husband's a quick learner. Except BM thinks training means making Husband do everything while BM does nothing. NOT COOL WITH ME. Seriously, BM is about to have one very angry redhead on his hands.

BM makes husband close most every night. The managers get two days off a week. When Husband asked for two days off in a row BM gave him Sunday and Monday off and then made him work 9 days straight before the wedding!

Now, husband went back to work yesterday. Oh, did I mention his work is 40 minutes away from where we live? And the air conditioning went out in his car again? And it's September in North Carolina? Well you can imagine his annoyance at just driving to work, let alone getting there and finding his new schedule along with a note that read:

"Yes, you're working 9 days straight.
No, you can't change the schedule*."

Meanwhile, all the managers are getting ready for their annual convention which is being held in Vegas this year. They all leave Saturday. So what does BM do? He schedules himself to be off Thursday and Friday. Leaving the only other person, besides husband, who has a key (3rd key) to the store to work 11 days straight!

By the way I really like 3rd key. I also feel really bad for him b/c this is not the first time BM has done this to him. You may remember my beach trip? Well Husband being the Assistant Manager got the 4th of July as paid vacation. Which works out well since when Husband got hired he said "I need this week off". Well BM decided he wanted the 4th off too, b/c being manager he could but was told he could use it as a floating holiday. But he decided to use it on the 4th and then take the next two days off, giving him 3 days off in a row. (EVEN THOUGH HE JUST GOT BACK FROM A WEEK"S VACATION) So he made 3rd key work open to close on the 4th of July. Husband and I felt terrible about this and even offered to come back from vacation early to help.

I'm so mad I cannot even see straight. I could understand (understand not condone) this behavior if Husband was taking BM's job therefore leaving BM without a job (and in a perfect world this would be the case) but he's not.

So I have a question for you BM:

"Were you picked on as a little kid?"

Because that's the only thing I can think of. You were picked on so now that you're older you feel like you can be the bully. Grow up, be a man. Middle School was (for you) decades ago. Let it go man.

I'm sorry for the rambling but it makes me so mad. I just got married. I don't need my husband deflated like this. Husband and I don't fight...we never have...but if we ever argue it's b/c of his crazy work schedule. It makes him cranky and tired...which in turn makes me shut down.

Luckily, like I said, Husband will be manager soon and he'll get to make the schedules. Everybody loves it when Husband makes the schedule. Because he doesn't make a schedule for just himself. He makes it for his entire team. He will not be a dictator like BM.

I love you husband.

Monday...I promise...Wedding Prep!

*kisses*

*Husband had to change the schedule b/c it had him working open to 5:15 on Sunday and the store closes at 6. BM basically looks at the computer generated schedule, fixes it to give himself the best schedule but then doesn't pay attention to the rest of it. IDIOT.

Something Quick

Just a quick little shout out to a new blog I found while bored at work today.

These Little Moments has kept me entertained and a slight bit scared this afternoon.

Go and read through some of her archives and I swear some of you will think I started a new, fake blog. (If not for the girl in the pictures who, of course, doesn't look a thing like me:))

It's quite scary. And wonderful. Enjoy

*kisses*

The Rehearsal and Rehearsal Dinner

Let me just say we had a blast. Everybody was really happy to see each other. We were all there and we were way to giggly.

At the rehearsal we did a 'talk through' and a 'walk through'. We talked it through once and then we walked it through once. Everybody hit their mark. I was so proud.

Now before I get a million comments about how the girls are on the wrong side let me explain it to you. Remember my cyst? Well after paying a lot of money to have it removed, it came back. I'm self conscious about it and if we were to stand the way we're "supposed" to it would have been in all my wedding photos. And we can't have that, now can we?

I wish that I had pictures about what happened after our walk through. Because it is incredibly priceless. During our walk through we practiced our kiss and once husband and I got back down the aisle, the ring bearer who followed us and is all of 7 years old asked us "So are you guys going to go have sex now?" DIRECT QUOTE. We all lost it making us seem immature and not ready for marriage apparently but it was cute and unexpected that you can't help but bust a gut because of it.

After the rehearsal came our rehearsal dinner which was a pig pickin'. There was so much food, I wouldn't be surprised if we're eating pork for the rest of our lives.

Husband's groom's cake looked like this:

Isn't it fun? We also have a lot of this cake left over.

Because my wedding was so close to Labor Day I decided a great party favor for the rehearsal dinner would be sparklers. and it turns out they're a great way of getting people's attention...even if you look like the Statue of Liberty in the process...

But I had to get everyone's attention to give my Maid's their presents that I bought for them while in NYC...


I think this next picture is funny because it represents husband now and husband in 20 years...

Also, could husband pimp it up anymore? Geez :)

You can find all of the Rehearsal/Rehearsal Dinner pictures here.

Tomorrow: Wedding Prep!

*kisses*

The Bachelorette Party...

Starting off the night at Kachi, Japanese Steakhouse:

Note, that while I am giggling like a fool, I'm sober.

After dinner before the bar, I received my "task" for the evening. Sell each sucker for a buck. Or...'Suck for a Buck'

I only ended up with 9 left after the night was over but I think that was because I kept giving them away. :)

Getting progressively drunker and dancing with my cue stick:

All my girls at the Raven:


I leaned against the bar and got some nasty on my shirt...Mego's Tide Stick to the rescue!


Everybody...FOOTLOOSE!


I did a really good job of selling my suckers:


And in the meantime, somehow got drunker...


And then the band called me up on stage! Woohoo!


I had a super fun night...Thanks to all my girls for making it so special!

You can see all the pictures here.

Stay tuned for Rehearsal Dinner pictures and a super awesome story!

*kisses*

Sisters

So my sister has posted all of my wedding pics on flickr and gave me a CD full of pics as well. Unfortch I cannot pull the pics from flickr b/c they save as gifs and I forgot the cd at my parents house last night so here's a teaser pic.

This is me and my sister after the wedding:

I promise more pics to come...

Also my Shia post was written like a month ago and I scheduled it to post yesterday.

*kisses*

Honestly?

I swear I will post some pictures soon. But first...my first non wedding related post in quite some time...


When did this:


Turn into this?:


Meow. And I can say that even though I'm married(!). (I love you baby!) I'll say it again. Meow.

2 DAYS TO GO!

Forgive me if I'm not able to comment over the next couple of days. What with the NYC trip and the upcoming nuptials, my life is apparently not my own. I haven't even been able to catch up yet with all of the postings that happened while I was in NYC.

Stress is kicking in full time. I made my first of four trips to the airport (before the wedding) this evening. Tomorrow I make two trips and Friday I make another. 2 of these trips are in the morning. This should be good times all around.

Hopefully I will get a chance to relax in the near future. I spent the whole day packing up my room. Fiance was impressed that I actually accomplished what I told him I would.

Needless to say...I might be MIA for a while. I'll try to keep everyone posted. Especially with bachelorette party pics! Stay Tuned!

I love you all. You're wonderful. Think of me in this time of ultimate stress!

*kisses*

3 DAYS TO GO!

Can you guess who this is?



We had so much fun. I had a true NYC experience. I hailed my first cab! I didn't use a map the entire time I was there. And I pushed past people on the street with the air of "Get outta my way!" It was awesome.

We went to The Natural History Museum where I got us all in for free. We saw the big blue whale! Yay for the big blue whale!


She took me to some swanky NYC bars. And by swanky I mean $12 cocktails. But they bar had this really neat backdrop.

Then we went to this crazy Russian bar. Everything was red and there was this crazy mafia guy who never took his sunglasses off. But the stained glass windows on the bar were cool! I also enjoy the random Russian dictator statue.


The rest of my day today will be spent packing up my room at my parents house. Should be awesome!

The best man comes in tonight! Yay! Everyone is starting to arrive!

*kisses*