Thursday, August 30, 2007
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!
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
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!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
I'm back from NYC and will post pictures later. I left my camera cord at home. So you will all have to be patient.
The good news is that Margarita is not a 40 year old creepy man. I didn't get lost. And most importantly I made it back safely for my wedding in 4 freaking days.
I can't get over it. It really hasn't sunk in yet.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
I'd be frightened, but my mother finally admitted this morning that we're in a good place. That she feels comfortable with me leaving for NYC. (Thank goodness b/c I'm going regardless!) Also she poked her finger with a pin and so we can safely say now that her blood, sweat, and tears have gone into planning my wedding.
In other fun news...
I GET TO MEET MARGARITA TOMORROW! I am so excited. We've been planning our fun adventures and she knows of fun things to do since you know she lives there and I have an old work badge that gets me into museums for free. So we're going to have a rocking good time. And of course we'll be having margaritas. B/c you can't visit Margarita and not have a margarita. That would be crazy!
(By the by in the above paragraph I used the words 'fun' and 'margarita' way too many times. I'm sorry but that's how excited I am. I'm so excited I have no synonyms)
On another fun note...Catchy finally posted a new blog. And it only took her 2 months.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
So I apologize again for yesterday. Apparently the whole blogosphere was in a funk. Every blog I read had some combination of "I'm exhausted and all I want to do is crawl into PJs with a cup of cocoa and a book"
Today is a horse of a different color. (Incidentally, did you know that they put different colored jello crystals on the horse in The Wizard of Oz to make him change colors? That it was not some neat techni-color trick? The producers also learned that horses like jello crystals. The horse kept licking it off. Somewhere the descendants of that horse are cursing MGM for their jello crystal addiction)
Digression is fun, isn't it? I woke up this morning so awake and bright. I sprang out of bed to turn off my alarm clock and promptly crumpled to the floor. It took me a good 5 minutes to crawl the 5 feet to my alarm clock to shut it off. I kept cursing it and yelling at it to quiet down, I was coming.
Why did I crumple, you ask? Remember when I said I'm tensing my muscles in my sleep? Apparently I'm doing it more. My ankles were locked. When I put even the slightest bit of pressure on them, a sharp pain would shoot up my leg. Causing the aforementioned crumple.
I made my way to the shower after another grueling 5 minutes and by the time I got out of the shower I had little more than limited mobility in my ankles. Which is better than locked, I suppose.
When I told my dad about this he told me that it's genetic. That he and my aunt also have these issues. Fantastic. Genetics are fun. He did tell me that it usually goes away within 30 minutes. And for the most part he's right. I still have a dull throb but at least I can walk without looking like I'm 80.
I'm going to have really bad arthritis when I'm older aren't I?
I'm still hoping that this is all wedding stress related and that the morning after the wedding I'll wake up with the body of a 24 year old. The body I'm supposed to have. The body without all the aches and pains.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I'm really looking forward to my NYC trip this weekend. I know that I'll be there for work and not play but I also know that I can sleep on the plane. Not that my sleep won't be filled with dreams of party favors and wedding dresses.
I came in a little late this morning b/c I just needed to sleep some more. My whole body aches from tensing it in my sleep. I have mega cups of coffee to keep me going through the day but it's rough.
I just want to curl up in a little ball under my desk and take a nap.
Would anyone care to join me?
(I apologize for the whine)
Monday, August 20, 2007
My sister came to town to help. And thank goodness for her. I think I might have gone crazy without her. My sister and I both speak our Mom's language...we just speak different dialects. My sister speaks "crazed, stressed out, the world is coming to an end' (aka 'planning') mom, so she is therefore able to respond to her in a way that won't make her fly off the handle. I speak 'mellow' mom. So since Mom was in hyper speed planning mode this weekend, my sister was a Godsend.
So Friday night my sister and I worked on the flowers and party favors while my mom worked on my dress. (have I mentioned that I think my dress is gorgeous) So we're working steadily and the time is ticking by. Fiance gets off work right around the time my sister and I are peeling the price tags off of all the party favors. He's been at work all day and he's tired and just wants to hang out. He doesn't want to have to wait around for us...understandably. Luckily about 10 minutes after his arrival we finished for the night.
After some coaxing we were able to convince my very tired sister to come back to the apartment for a little relaxation ala gin and board games. I let her pick out the game and she went for exactly what I thought she would "Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego" the board game. So we loaded up on Cheerwine and Tanqueray (the poor man's Sloe Gin Fizz) and cheese nips and started playing. Fiance noticed something we didn't and ran to get the camera. I think Miss Harley Quinn wanted to get in on the crime solving action...take a look...
And Ozzy? Well Ozzy just wanted some cheese nips...
My animals are freaking adorable, aren't they?
So we finished our game and went home to rest up for the long day we were to have on Saturday...
We started our day by visiting the reception hall/hotel. We needed to get all of our wedding guests squared away in the correct rooms under our reception name. (you'd think this would be easy) Then we discussed the menu and then I watched my mother write a really large check. Have you ever seen that? I mean this check was for thousands of dollars. I wish I had that kind of money. Insane.
Then we went to the bakery and ordered the larger cake (since we're banking on more people) and my mother wrote a check for that as well.
Then we went back to the house and wrote out a list of the things we needed to go shopping for. This list was quite long. We left around 12:30 and got back around 4:30. We rested for about 20 minutes and the got to work on my party favors. I have three different sized party favors and they all needed to be washed before we could decorate them.
Around 9 my sister left and I was able to head over to the apartment where I promptly passed out, didn't regain consciousness until 3am and then went back to my parents house to finish out that night's rest.
On Sunday, Mom and I finished the rest of the party favors and mom worked on the flower girl's dress. Now speaking of the flower girl, I have to tell you this tidbit and then I'll let you all get on with your lives today, this is an exceedingly long post isn't it?
The cherub came over to try on her dress. And I've told her what it is going to look like when it's finished, key word: finished. Cherub's mother was telling me that Cherub has to be in another wedding in about a month and they've picked up her dress for that and when they put it on her, Cherub was visibly upset...b/c it didn't have the flower petals on it. Cherub is 3 and she constantly asks her mom when she gets the pretty dress with the flowers. Well when she was over yesterday we didn't have that part of the dress finished, just the top and skirt. So when Cherub went to look at herself in the mirror and realized that the flower petals weren't on it, she was close to tears. It was so cute.
When I got home last night, the finished dress was hanging outside my room and I spent 5 minutes oohing and aahing and holding the dress up in front of the mirror. Cherub will not be disappointed.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Now here's a side view...
It's when you view it from the back that it gets funky and interesting...
Now here it is with a veil like apparatus...
And then, my favorite but only b/c it reminds me of a donut...
Now be honest...What do y'all think? I like it but I could maybe have it a little tighter. Also I don't like the random curl/flip thing at the top (in the donut picture)
Also, look closely in the donut pic...you can see my cyst scar...boo.
I got four more wedding presents yesterday. Two of them were monetary. One was the gift of an hour long massage the day before the wedding! The other was a guest book with pen and cake serving utensils from my grandfather. He and his wife are unable to make it to the wedding. Which is sad. But I'm happy they got me these particular presents. These are presents that are useful. Useful in the wedding planning process. These presents mean I don't have to run around at the last minute to try and find these items. Like I told fiance who was a bit underwhelmed by this gift "This is a very good gift."
I'm not going to lie guys, I'm not feeling the wedding planning today. The past 18 hours have a been a little rough. The stress is starting to set in. And not only with me, it seems the stress is starting to effect everyone's brains. Everyone's gone a little crazy.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
My mother started on my dress. Of course there will be no pictures of my dress until after I have said my vows, but I can tell you a couple of things.
- IT IS FREAKING GORGEOUS
- We're realizing we need to get another petticoat to accentuate the fullness of the skirt
- Did I mention it's GORGEOUS?
- It's a retro pattern and the fabric I picked out for it makes it look like it's vintage
- oh yeah...it's GORGEOUS.
What's funny is that this dress was not my original wedding dress...
Originally I wanted Maria's dress from the Sound of Music. But that is quite impractical since it involves long sleeves, I live in North Carolina and am having a summer wedding. Yeah it's over 100 degrees right now.
Then I decided on Satine's red dress from Moulin Rouge. Of course it would have been made in ivory not red...
We actually found a pattern for this dress. I was sold. When we went to get the fabric for my dress I needed to look up the pattern number and while flipping through the book looking for the dress above, I flipped to my dress.
I stopped and stared at the picture of my dress. My mouth agape, I turned to my mother and sister and said "That's my wedding dress."
You know it's funny how wedding dresses are like spouses. You just know when you find the perfect one.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I've suddenly become tired all the time. My body aches and my face is beginning to look like I'm 13 again.
I don't want to be stressed. I want to enjoy this time. I've never wanted to be a bridezilla, so I'm not going to stress myself out more by suddenly morphing into one. (quick glance into my brain...while I was typing the word "morphing" all I could think of was The Might Morphin Power Rangers, and the yellow Power Ranger screaming "Saber Tooth Tiger!" with that weird ass lisp she has. Yes, people this is my brain)
My future MIL let it slip on Sunday that my future SIL was thinking about dying her hair purple. As my head started the slow Exorcist spin, I could hear this deep voice say "DON'T DYE YOUR HAIR" only to realize that this demonic voice was coming out of me. If my future SIL does one more thing to her hair, I'm pulling a Britney and shaving it for her and giving her a wig to wear. And that's the extent of my Bridezilla-ness. (hopefully)
I really want to be a good and humble bride. While, yes this day will be all about me (ok, mostly about me and a little bit about fiance :)) I don't want to be one of those women who constantly remind people "THIS IS MY DAY" Don't you just want to slap those people?
I just don't want to be stressed. Does anyone out their have any helpful tips for me? I'm getting a massage tomorrow so that should take care of the knot between my shoulders. But other tips would be greatly appreciated.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Since this was as interested in opening presents as fiance got yesterday... (fiance's on the left)
I had to get another little helper...he knew the drill, hand the card to the chick (who's actually going to read it) and then tear into the package.
My mother got a kick out of this...as we all did...
Then I got myself another helper. This is my flower girl. My little cherub...
They did a pretty good job of sharing their duties as "official shower gift openers" at first...
Then things started getting a little rough...
What's funny is that the little boy opened every present thinking it was his to take home, so he'd open each present and exclaim "OOH, YAY!" and then go hand the present to his mom. But my little cherub knew that you had to pass the presents around for everyone to see. And that I was ultimately going to take them home. So this above picture is representative of that struggle.
But finally they were content...TO PLAY!
So I had a pretty great shower. Margarita will be jealous...I received all three kinds of stemless wine glasses. And I broke in all three last night!
But it was a great shower for another reason...I think I'm actually starting to get along with my future Mother in Law!
Friday, August 10, 2007
I finally figured that I could put my countdown in the title box. 8am is really early you guys.
I'm starting to feel like a housewife...in the sense that last night I cooked dinner, cleaned, took Ozzy out, cleaned some more, and then sat on the couch and watched reruns of Friends.
In no way does Faince encourage this. Well, ok he likes it. I'd go as far to say he loves that I take care of him like I do. But he doesn't ask me to do it. I just don't want y'all to think that Fiance is some sort of slave driver who sits around on his ass all day and does nothing. He does a lot around the house. For instance last night, he moved everything out of the master bedroom and into his game room. This was a good idea, albeit a little premature seeing as my furniture, that will be residing at my parents house for the next 22 days will be our master bedroom furniture and the other furniture is for the guest, I mean game room.
Fiance also went to the store, gave me a massage, and let me take a nap. He's a sweetheart. I love him.
I guess I'm just trying to say that I never thought I would be this domestic. I always figured that one day I'd be the lunch maker and the backpack packer and the homework checker (although fiance will be doing the math homework). But I never thought I'd start this early.
Last night I made fiance one of his favorite dinners. This is what goes into it if you'd ever like to make it for yourself:
Preheat oven to 400 degrees
Thoroughly cook one large boneless chicken breast. Shred or cut into tiny pieces.*
chicken breast, shredded
1 cup sour cream
1 cup salsa or Rotel
1) Take a flour tortilla and place on a cookie sheet. Spread on a layer of your chicken/sour cream/salsa mixture, cover with shredded cheese.
2) Place another tortilla on top and spread on a layer of refried beans.
3) Repeat step 1.
4) Place another tortilla on top and cover with shredded cheese and if you desire, (fiance does) jalepeno slices.
5) Place in oven for 10 minutes or until cheese is melted. Cut into quarters and you have yourself a wonderful little Mexican dinner.
Note: I don't have a cookie sheet big enough to make two at a time, so I always make fiance's first.
I also only use fat free sour cream and fat free refried beans. Same great taste, not as many calories.
(*updated per Margarita's request for clarity)
Thursday, August 9, 2007
I have been asked to tell the story of how Fiance and I met. Just to be clear before I begin, this story is in no way riveting.
I graduated from college in 2005 and went to work for an Outdoor Drama. After three grueling months of "special" trees, gay men singing to socks on their thumbs, theme parties, amusement parks, days on the lake, and more bottles of booze than you could count, I moved back home and back in with my parents.
I had a job interview lined up for the Dance Program, here at the University where I now work. So I basically went in, aced the interview and then waited around for the offer phone call. I never got that phone call. I got the "congratulations, you're the runner up" phone call. Great. (For the record that was the only job I have ever applied for and not gotten.)
So I still had some money left over from the Outdoor Drama, so I basically bummed around for the next month. I did not care about anything. I laid in my bed and watched bad TV all day. It was so blissful.
I was completely ignoring the 'subtle' hints my parents were sending my way. Until one day when 'subtle' hints turned into bursting into my room at 9am and demanding that I get up and find a job. So I did.
Literally, I went out and got a job within the hour. I decided that waitressing was my ticket! I figured everyone in the theatre waits tables at some point in their career, I guess it's my turn. So I got a job as a waitress at a Mexican restaurant. (Just a word to the wise, if you can't speak Spanish, don't work at a Mexican restaurant in the South.) I didn't know what half of the things on the menu were and I'm pretty sure I agreed to some things that are shady. But can you blame me? Whenever I don't understand something/someone, I smile and nod. Lord only knows what I agreed to working there.
Within my first shift I managed to spill an entire soda on a customer, burn myself, and mess up orders but still charge people the full price. Obviously I am not cut out to be a waitress.
So I began looking for other employment. Lo and behold, there was a Customer Service site that had a "We're Hiring" banner out. My lucky day! Long story short, I got the Customer Service job and quit my waitressing job.
I was stoked. My shift was 12:30pm to 11pm W/TH/F/S. I got a 3 day weekend! I was working what is commonly referred to as a 4 x 10. At first, it was awesome. Sleep till 11 everyday, stay out late, that kind of thing.
Then I realized that I was lonely. My schedule was great for someone who has a boyfriend or friends to hang out with. I didn't have any of that. I had just moved back from college. While I was in college my parents moved away from our home town. My sister lived 45 minutes away. I was lonely.
So I began to make friends with some of my co workers. We started hanging out after work. The only problem with that was that most of them lived even further away than my sister did. So making friends with my co workers really only meant that I was hanging out with them once every two weeks or so.
So again I'm lonely. I'd go out for a cigarette break and see all of the clusters of people and get sad. I didn't have that. I didn't have anybody.
One lunchtime I was eating in the break room and watching TV. (Now at this particular Customer Service establishment they showed one of two things on the TV...CNN or a PowerPoint presentation with a grand total of 3 slides in it.) On this day, I was eating chicken wings and watching CNN all by my lonesome in the break room. Enthralled, I heard the break room door open and someone walk in. Without turning around I said "don't you just love it how they only show CNN on these TVs?" the response was, "it's better than the stupid PowerPoint presentations."
I laughed and turned around. And there he was...fiance (though of course he wasn't fiance at that point, that would have been awkward.) Now fiance has the prettiest blue eyes you'll ever see and that's the very first thing that struck me. In fact I'm pretty sure that we didn't find out each other's names for the next week...probably b/c I liked staring at his eyes so much that I didn't bother with trivial things like names.
Fiance came to sit down and eat lunch with me. There we were, two unsuspecting kids meeting over a lunch of hot wings and Batman spagettios.
Who knew at that point that we would now be 23 days away from our wedding? It's weird to think that if I had gotten the job in the Dance department I would never have met the love of my life.
I actually ran into the administrator for the Dance department a couple of weeks ago and I thanked her for not giving me that job.
I am a firm believer is "everything happens for a reason"
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
I pouted all the way home. I even asked fiance if he'd buy me another ring just to wear for the next week and a half. He said no, and for the first time in a year and a half, I knew he meant it. Usually he says no at first, but after some baiting he eventually says yes. This time, I knew to not even push it. You should have heard the "OMG deal with it" tone in his voice.
Let me put this in terms most people will understand...I've had this ring on my finger since November 15 2006. That's 9 1/2 months. 9 1/2 months where that ring has only left my finger when I take a shower. And even then it goes in it's pretty little box for safe keeping. I'm naked people, naked.
Anywho, remember back in the day (and by back in the day I mean June) when I complained about my office not having any air conditioning? Remember how much I whined about being hot and sweaty? Well at my new job I won't have air conditioning until after I'm married and it's supposed to reach 103 degrees today (and that's before the heat index, so that means that's real temperature). And I'm on the 3rd floor. And I'm in NC where it's so humid I feel like I'm swimming. So remember all that complaining I did 2 months ago? Forget about all of that, take that and throw it out the window, b/c my whining is about to reach unforgivable annoyance levels soon.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
On the best note ever, all four bridesmaid's dresses are completed! Yippee.
I had the flower girl over on Saturday. Now my flower girl is literally a cherub. She has curly golden hair and the kind of voice that just makes you crumble, it's so cute. I was showing her the pieces that will become her dress. Basically her top will be made out of the same fabric as my dress but the bottom will be tulle with flower petals inside. Kind of like this:
Needless to say my little cherub of a flower girl was WAY too excited about the prospect of this dress. She kept asking me, "Do you have anymore stuff for my dress?"
Luckily this dress will be made in no time b/c as my mother says, "It's a lot easier to make a dress for a little girl than a grown woman." Seeing as the only problems mom has had with the bridesmaid dresses have all stemmed from their boobs, I'd have to say she's correct.
I also got together with my ring bearer's family. Originally I thought it would be easiest for them if we sent him down in slacks and a dress shirt since they're moving the very next day. (Seriously, they're moving to New York the day after my wedding.) But since I'm a capable adult, I can take the tux back for them. So we met up to get him measured for his tux.
Now if I liken my flower girl to a cherub I must liken my ring bearer to an elf. This kid is so cute and I'm going to miss him so much. He literally latches onto me whenever I'm around. Fiance's convinced it's b/c the little elf is now at the perfect height (if you know what I mean) but I think he's too young for that and he just does it b/c he loves me.
So I had a nice weekend of wedding planning. I feel halfway accomplished. Plus tonight, Fiance and I are ordering my shoes. And we have to send my ring off to get it's yearly coating. I'm super sad about this. I'm going to be without my engagement ring for a week and a half. Even when I have my ring off while taking a shower, I feel weird.
Monday, August 6, 2007
This weekend she was in town to have her bridesmaid (ahem, maid of honor, my bad) dress made. (side note: ALL 4 ARE DONE!) While mom was sewing we ran over to my new apartment so that I could take Ozzy out and do some tidying up errands.
Now my sister loves animals like I love animals. With one small exception...she's a cat person whereas I'm a dog person. She makes a beeline for my cats whenever she comes over. This is not to say that she ignores Ozzy, it's just that she prefers the quietness of cats.
So she snapped a few undisturbed pictures of the kitties.
I told you she always has a camera ready! Isn't this fantastic? It represents all that is Oswald Cobblepot.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Dresses still waiting to be made:
My sister's dress
My mom's dress
My flower girl's dress
(Have I ever mentioned that my mother is a SAINT for making all of these dresses? I don't think I have, mom YOU ROCK)
On a similarity note, I need to string beads that will be attached to my veil. That should be fun and tedious.
Bouquets are made they just need fabric wrapped around the stems.
Boutonnières and corsages need to be made
Ballerina Crocs for me
Skater shoes for him
Reception Table decorations:
Need colorful rocks
More glass chimneys to hold the items above
My party favors need to be cleaned and have their price stickers removed.
I have a lot of things to do. Probably twice as much as the already long list above. And it's all Margarita's fault. She got me thinking about this and I knew that if I didn't write it down, I'd forget half of it. We've got 30 days to go here people!
Margarita told me to chant this to myself when I'm feeling stressed:
Mim is SuperWoman
Mim is SuperWoman
Mim is SuperWoman
Mim is SuperWoman
Mim is SuperWoman
Wow, I feel better already!
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Do you see a resemblance?
I get stopped all the time by people who think I look familiar. This is how that convo goes down:
Them: "Wow, you look really familiar."
Me:"Do I by any chance remind you of Emma Watson?"
M: *sigh* "Hermione Granger"
T: "YES! Are you related?"
Fiance doesn't see the resemblance. Frankly, I find it kind of flattering, but how flattered can you be when someone thinks you look like a 16 year old witch? And really isn't she the one who looks like me? I am older after all.
I'm on this rant b/c my very good friend Chinn called last night. This was our Convo:
Chinn: "MIM! I just saw Harry Potter 3!"
Me: "Do you mean Harry Potter 5?"
C: "Geez there are five of them now? Yes, I saw the latest one and gave my muggle money to that really rich british lady." (I kid you not he actually said 'muggle money') "Anyway I'm sitting there watching and do you know what I kept thinking?"
M: "That I look like Hermione Granger?"
C: "YES! She's hot!"
M: "Thank you, at least I assume thank you, since you think the 16 year old who looks like me is hot you must therefore think I'm hot too."
C: "Um yeah"
This happens all the time people. I seriously hope that one day someone who knows me bumps into Emma Watson. B/c then this could be their convo:
Them: "OMG you look so familiar"
EW: "Oh, that's b/c I play Hermione Granger in those very popular Harry Potter movies. My name is actually Emma Watson, would you like my autograph?"
T: No, that's not it, you look just like my friend Mim!"
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
I've refrained from telling most people about this because I wanted to be in my new office with all of the proper forms signed before I went shouting from the mountaintops "I've got a new job!"
I am now only one person's assistant, instead of twenty. I have an office that has walls and a door, instead of being out in the open for every one to attack on sight. I'm in heaven. The only thing I need is more surface space on which to work. I like to spread out.
So now that I have what appears to be a less stressful job I can also tell you that this job requires me to travel to NYC twice a year. The first of which is the weekend before my wedding. Hopefully we can work it out so that fiance can go as well. This way we'll both get a (possibly much needed) break from the wedding details. I have always wanted a job that requires me to travel.
And possibly the best part of all? I get to have margaritas with Margarita!