My the things that are happening in Wedding World. Really, there isn’t much going on. Life has taken over for everyone involved, I’m afraid. There are e-mails flying about a bachelorette party, though. All of P’s girls (bridesmaids and friends) are brainstorming for the best way to celebrate the upcoming nuptials. Things as exotic as a weekend scavenger hunt in Vegas to a low-key slumber party have been suggested. Honestly, the Vegas trip, while it sounds fun, is SO not P. The slumber party or a spa night or something like that is totally P. I don’t think I’ll have to, but I will put my foot down against anything crass or tasteless. (There will be no penis cakes or pacifiers or glasses or condoms attached to a fake wedding veil at my best friend’s bachelorette party!) Things to make the bride giggle and blush, those are to be expected. Crass and tasteless is out! We’ll see how it goes. To be honest, I don’t think it will be a problem.
Alright bloggers, if anyone has any good ideas for a party for P, let me know. I want something memorable and tasteful and above all, fun!
Oh goodness! I just called an Alfred Angelo studio in the area and I am so glad I did. I was thinking about a six week lead-time on ordering my dress. Try TEN to TWELVE! In other words, I have got to get my ample booty down to the dress shop and get one ordered! Um, yikes! Do you think it is possible to drop 50 pounds in one week!? Actually, it is. Pick up a third grader and drop him! (Kidding, just kidding.) So, it looks as if I am going to order my dress on Friday, May 5! I have an appointment at 11:00 a.m. on the fifth and so I’ll order the dress then. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go get my shoes. I’m going with a strappy silver heel. Something cute and danceable.
My how time flies. It seems like only yesterday when P and I were on the phone planning what to do “if” M proposed….
Monday, April 24, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Wedding Holding Pattern...
By that, I don't mean that the wedding is on hold. It is quite the opposite, really. I think that P has things well in hand and now it is just the waiting until closer to the wedding to do the things that need to be done.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Life goes on...
It has been a really crappy week. I know I've complained about the toe and how I broke it. Well, Sunday, I dropped a box on it at work and the corner hit RIGHT on the part that I broke. I realize it has been three weeks and even I thought it should be healed more, but the pain that shot up my leg was awful. Then worse was the dull ache that was left and all the while I had to smile and be cheerful and try to make little kids laugh for the camera.
Monday was a typical Monday.
Tuesday, I rearended a lady and her kids on the way to work. The road I was on is notorious for accidents because it is a little farm to market road that isn't equipped to handle the amount of traffic that it has to handle now that the area I live in has become the "it" place to move to. All in all, cue the meltdown. I hit kids. My biggest fear in life is hurting a child. Now, no one was injured. My car looks a little worse for the wear, but insurance will fix that.
Tuesday night I was talking to P on the phone and another friend called. He'd left a cryptic message on my cell phone about radiation therapy really taking it out of him and how he's having to be a "good boy" and stay out of the sun until his treatments are over. (Sorry P, W and I talked on the phone for about 2 hours and I didn't get you called back.) Come to find out, he's having some pretty serious medical issues and didn't want to "worry" me. (Hello, W, have you not known me for 10 years and know that I worry whether you want me to or not. It is part of my charm!)
Wednesday, I am about to take my car to the body shop so they can look it over and a) make sure it really is fit to drive and b) decide how long it will take to fix it. The lady who works in the office next door comes in and says that my rear, driver's side tire is flat. I've picked up a nail. (Another side effect of living in the "it" area to move to with all of the new construction.) I am perfectly capable of changing the flat (thank you, Daddy) and I go out to change it. I can't get the lug nuts off. No guys are in my office that day to help. I just wanted to sit down and cry. Fortunately the mortgage banker that works a couple of buildings over (my office is in a little strip mall type office complex) came to my rescue. I asked if he could loosen the lug nuts for me. He changed the whole tire for me. He even had gloves and a real tire iron. Bless his heart.
Now it is Thursday and I just want this week to be over.
Monday was a typical Monday.
Tuesday, I rearended a lady and her kids on the way to work. The road I was on is notorious for accidents because it is a little farm to market road that isn't equipped to handle the amount of traffic that it has to handle now that the area I live in has become the "it" place to move to. All in all, cue the meltdown. I hit kids. My biggest fear in life is hurting a child. Now, no one was injured. My car looks a little worse for the wear, but insurance will fix that.
Tuesday night I was talking to P on the phone and another friend called. He'd left a cryptic message on my cell phone about radiation therapy really taking it out of him and how he's having to be a "good boy" and stay out of the sun until his treatments are over. (Sorry P, W and I talked on the phone for about 2 hours and I didn't get you called back.) Come to find out, he's having some pretty serious medical issues and didn't want to "worry" me. (Hello, W, have you not known me for 10 years and know that I worry whether you want me to or not. It is part of my charm!)
Wednesday, I am about to take my car to the body shop so they can look it over and a) make sure it really is fit to drive and b) decide how long it will take to fix it. The lady who works in the office next door comes in and says that my rear, driver's side tire is flat. I've picked up a nail. (Another side effect of living in the "it" area to move to with all of the new construction.) I am perfectly capable of changing the flat (thank you, Daddy) and I go out to change it. I can't get the lug nuts off. No guys are in my office that day to help. I just wanted to sit down and cry. Fortunately the mortgage banker that works a couple of buildings over (my office is in a little strip mall type office complex) came to my rescue. I asked if he could loosen the lug nuts for me. He changed the whole tire for me. He even had gloves and a real tire iron. Bless his heart.
Now it is Thursday and I just want this week to be over.
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