Nutkin!
So today sucked. Sucked mightliy and hugely, so therefore I shall speak of it no more in the hopes that it will disappear into the depths of hell from whence it came.
But! There was one bright spot! The
photographers (careful, there's music on the site) I desperately wanted to shoot our wedding, the photographers that shot my friend's wedding two years ago and did such a wonderful job that the pictures leave one breathless....they're available! Hooray!!
We will be paying out the ass for them but I do not care. I do not care because the photographers are nice and wodnerful and have shot a wedding very similar to what ours will be and the pictures are the one thing I refuse to skimp on AT ALL. Go look at their galleries and you will see what I mean.
And also, today I discovered the joy of Honey & Butter Pretz and my GOD! Japan, why have you not taken over the world using these things yet?? I think their secret ingredient is crack.
The hits just keep on coming
My assistant is quitting. She finds the work (and The Company) "too boring" and does not want to work in an office. If she's able to find a non-office job that pays her as much as this job paid her. Honestly, it's for the best. I was getting tired of cleaning up all her messes lately anyway. It's been 6 months and she's still screwing up things that I've taught her three or four times. Meh. Whatever.
Six or seven of my employees had timecards that were submitted but not approved, which means that tomorrow I get to A) call Payroll and try desperately to make sure the nonexempt employees get checks on Friday and B) prepare stupid paper timecards to fix the exempt employees stuff. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
Kev hurt his back this weekend, which meant all plans for a Sex-ay Easter Sunday went whoosh, out the window. *sigh*
This week has got to be better than last week.
In which I actually follow through with something for you
And now, lots and lots of answers for all of you, my lovelies.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * From the lovely, lovely
Mare:
1. If you ever have a daughter, what would you name her?Natasha Rae, but I would call her Tasha. Rae is my middle name, and the way I ended up with is is that both of my grandfathers had the middle name Ray and since all my grandparents had odd names aside from that middle name, my parents decided to pass on the middle name instead. And so a long time ago, I decided any child of mine would have the middle name Ray/Rae. But then I got older and more selfish and decided I never want to have children so maybe someday I will have a cat named Natasha Rae. Or a dog. Or a rabbit. Or a duck.
2. What was the most thoughtful thing done to you in the last week?Kevin did some laundry for me last night. That was pretty thoughtful. He does laundry for me on a pretty regular basis though, which is AWESOME. I am a spoiled, spoiled girl.
3. What's the best compliment you ever received?I once had a friend turn and look at me and say "If I had enough money, I would take you to a plastic surgeon and ask him to give me your nose." Another time, the woman giving me a pedicure commented that the skin on my legs was softer than the skin on her face. And she actually had very nice skin so that was a nice compliment. Those are the two I have remembered the most.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * These were from the fabulous
Amanda, who NEEDS TO COME VISIT SAN DIEGO:
1. How many books do you usually read in a month?Lately, I'm lucky to get through a few pages of one. I used to get through at least 2 a month but lately pretty much the only things I finish are my monthly Cosmo and Glamour issues. And even those usually get read by Kevin before I get to read them.
2. What is your favorite flower and why?Stargazer lilies, because they're beautiful AND they smell lovely when I have them in the house. And gerbera daisies, because they're such happy flowers.
3. If stranded on an island and you could have one thing that your normally carry in your purse what would it be?My
ChapStick Lip Moisturizer in Vanilla Mint. I adore that stuff. There's SPF in it, there's moisturizing stuff in it, and it's yummy smelling. I have one in my purse, one in my make up bag and one in my desk at work. And on a desert island, I will definitely be needing some lip balm.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sharon (who left no URL) gave me these ones:
1. snowstorm or thunderstorm?THunderstorm. I love the sound of the rain outside my window almost as much as I love the sound of distant thunder.
2. If you could be spend one day as a character in any book, who would you choose?Scarlett O'Hara, just to see what it's like to a) have a 16 inch waist and b) wear her dresses.
3. My mind is a blank.Mine too.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ever so awesome
Bozoette Mary asks:
1. Is that the most beautiful ring ever?I certainly think so. I never posted better pictures of it so here's a couple that show the details. It's a small, fiery, perfectly faceted and mounted solitaire diamond set in white gold. The setting is like no ring I've seen in stores now, which is why I specifically told Kev that my mother's engagement ring was the one I wanted.
Up close and personal:
On the hand:
2. Is the Julian Grill still there? (I ate there once!)According to Yahoo it still is. I'll have to check it out the next time we are up there, the review sounds great. Of course, I have yet to eat at a bad restaurant in Julian. Something about the mountain air makes it taste good.
3. Where are we taking you guys for dinner?Kev already answered but yeah, definitely The Butcher Shop. Come hungry for steak and a good glass of wine, and save room for dessert.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And my doppelganger
Measi wanted to know:
1) Your favorite summer girly drink (alcoholic or otherwise)?Sweet tea, definitely. When it's hot and sticky, the best thing EVER is a tall glass of perfectly brewed tea sweetened with real sugar while it's still warm and then poured over ice. But for alcoholic ones, definitely the Vallarta Especial at Cas De Pico in Old Town. It's like...a strawberry daiquiri combined with a pina colada. Mmmm.
2) Where were you (and what were you doing) when you realized that you loved Kevin?Hmm...that was a looooooong time ago. I think I was actually in my car, listening to some song or another after one of our visits when it just kind of hit me all of a sudden (and like a ton of bricks) that I was madly, truly, definitely in love with him.
3) What types of flowers should I put in front of the house?If the house gets enough sun, definitely some hydrangea bushes. I love hydrangeas in front of white houses. And some tulip bulbs and maybe some paperwhites....things that will come back every year without too much work.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And last (but never least) The Jason asked these burning questions:
Q1; What would you have been named if you were a boy?Robert Ray (see above to see the why of the Ray). And since my family is Southern, I'm sure I would have ended up being called Bobby Ray for the rest of my natural life.
Q2; Kirk or Picard?Oh my God, totally Picard, hands down and no competition.
Q3; why?Sexy, sexy voice. Gets me every time.
So there you have it. Answers galore! And now it is raining and
House is on and also, am tired. G'night.
Because I am lazy and also, busy
I got this from
him, who got it from
her, and since I'm intending to actually get all my work done today despite a violent allergy attack, this is all you're gettin' outta me today.
In the comments (or via email)
A) Recommend to me:
1. a movie:
2. a book:
3. a musical artist, song, or album:
(B) Ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want and I will post the answers in a new entry.
(C) Copy and paste this meme in your blog, allowing your friends to ask you anything.
Rock on.
An entry mostly about boobs
While it's not quite a CAMFF today, people are still expecting entirely too much of me.
So, briefly:
1) I've added a handy dandy button (that I made! I KNOW!!) so as to provide super easy access to my donation page for all of you. I've hit $325 already and would LOVE to hit $500 before the end of March, which is when I will be starting my big email campaign for people outside of internet land. So if you've already donated, tell your friends to donate too. Link away, my lovelies.
2) I have received the bracelets! So yay, I will be maling those to the people who have already doanted, with another batch for those who donate this weekend going out next week. (Hee, see how I am all sneaky and assuming people will donate this weekend?)
3) Right below the button you will find a link to this year's "Save the Boobies" apparel shop. The design is a little different and I am hoping that they don't look like utter crap when they are printed up. 25% of the purchase price of most of the items will be going directly to my fundraising efforts. There's a wide variety of items this year, so get to shopping!
4) Last night, we were walking to the car after dinner when I looked down and realized that my GOD, my boobs are looking HUGE these days. When I mentioned this out lound, Kev emphatically agreed, with a rather large smile. Lech.
5) The NotifyList got an AWESOME secret message today. Don't you wish you were on it? Heh.
Losing my shit, metaphorically
People, I am LOSING MY SHIT over here. Who created these crazy websites like TheKnot.com??? Gah! Have you SEEN the checklist they give you???? My ass, like I'm doing all that shit before my wedding. I spent roughly half an hour trying to get their stupid budget helper thingy to work and it kept changing things after I entered them leaving the budget for Kev's tux at $1 while it expected me to fork over like $4200 for food! Fuck this shit, I'm sticking to my handy dandy Excel spreadsheets and portable file thingy.
Argh, it's shit like that that makes brides all stressed out, not the weddings themselves!! Sheesh. I know what I want (and I know what Kev wants, which was to have the wedding in the mountains, which we are, so I have satisfied his one request thus far) and hell if I'm going to try and follow the stupid 200 item to do list. I can make my own damn to do lists.
Hey man, I have the wedding site and the reception site booked, I have the officiant lined up, I've got my cake person lined up, I think I already found the dress I want (!!!!!), I know what Kev's wearing, I'm 90% sure of the menu we're picking, we have the date and we know which continent we want to go to for our honeymoon. I think we're doing pretty well considering we've been engaged for all of 2 weeks. And yet, I spent 10 minutes looking at that checklist on TheKnot.com and I felt hives starting and I felt my chest tightening and my GOD, I would have passed out in fear if I hadn't closed the browser window.
So all this wedding crap is stuffing my mind, right? Which means that I of course decided to do something completely crazy and agree to lead a small intrepid group of people in an Attempt to Create a JournalCon Bid. That means that my brain looks something like
this right now so I apoloigze in advance for the crappiness of my entries over the next month or so.
And now I have to go change so I can go have dinner with my family.
No more wacky weekend hijinks here
I had a nice weekend this weekend. Quiet, but busy. Friday night found us at home, just the two of us and some takeout watching
The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra, which is quite easily the funniest movie I have seen in the past few years. I really have no way to make an evening with two very tired people more entertaining than that sentence so I'll just move on.
Saturday morning Kris and I headed up to RoadRunner Sports to find a pair of shoes that won't give me blisters. I was a woman on a mission, and I shanghai'd a guy into helping us by demanding repeatedly that he NOT bring me a pair of Adidas because ugh, they suck for walking because they give me blisters. I ended up with some New Balance 766s and some highly technological socks that promise to keep me from getting blisters. I have yet to balance my checkbook after that little trip but ouch. Who knew socks could be so expensive?? On the good side, I wore the shoes all day today with nary a twinge of blistery badness trying to occur. We'll see what happens on the next training walk I do (Aside to Pomegranate...give me a call and we'll get together this week...Thursday?)
Then on Saturday night the girls and I gathered up Kev and we all headed out to one of the local Indian casinos. Kev headed straight for the black jack tables and we headed in for...some bingo. Woo, wild Saturday night! We actually had a lot of fun, even though there was this cranky ass blonde lady (replete with fanny pack from the Rio in Vegas and a good luck Smurf figurine) who kept shushing us whenever we dared to snicker during the game. Bitch. But we found the lovely and kind Rosa who helped us through all the complcated games because my GOD, the shapes and the numbers and the rules.
And also, I did not know it until I had already taken a few pictures, but it is totally against the rules to take pictures in the bingo hall, so these are contraband.
Kris frowning as she tries to find her numbers
Shannon and I were going to throw down with the blonde lady but we had to concentrate...see?
This is the only one of my cards that came close to winning...
It's easy to be the hot girl when you're at a bingo hall....
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Today found us lazing about in bed for a little while until we finally dragged our asses out of bed and off to Coco's for our usual Sunday breakfast break. And then we hit the road to head up to Julian and check out Angels Landing. We discovered it's about a 90 minute drive from downtown, which means the wedding will have to be in the afternoon because seriously, we'll have a hard enough time getting people there on time as it is. But it's a nice drive, through lots of meadows and trees and things like that.
We got up there and got to talk to the daughter of the owners and by the time we left, we both knew this was the exact right place to get married. The daughter had her own handfasting done there so yay for people who won't freak out about the Pagan wedding! We went ahead and put down the deposit (after having gotten recommendations on florists and photographers and hair/makeup artists, not to mention the number of the carriage ride lady) so now I can start daydreaming about my entrance down an old stone staircase and our exit through an archway into a carriage and a wedding surrounded by mountain wind and rose bushes. Hooray!
Also, I'm kind of a dork because I didn't take any pictures while we were there, but I did take pictures of some other things along the road....
A friend once described SoCal mountains as looking "like God just dropped a bunch of rocks and left them there." Yeah, it kinda fits.
This was one of the areas that was totally burned out during the 2003 fires...the trees are still all charred but the surrounding areas are growing back well.
We were followed or surrounded by bikers more than a few times today...the road into Julian is a popular route for weekend rides.
And last but not least....this sign cracked us both up. Lasers....IN YOUR BUTT!!!!!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * So yeah, not nearly as wild as last weekend, but I did get to take two really nice naps and we got stuff rolling on the wedding prep and I got some phone calls done and I got to actually get some stuff cleaned up around the house, so it was a successful weekend at least.
Even if I didn't win at bingo.
Two things
First of all, I totally forgot to say thank you to all of you who congratulated us. Your excitement is catching and I can't wait to share the rest of this ride with you.
Second of all, my fundraising campaign is officially starting tonight. This year, I am again participating in the Breast Cancer 3-Day. It's a 60-mile walk over three days to raise money for breast cancer. The net proceeds will support the combined efforts of the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation and National Philanthropic Trust (NPT) Breast Cancer Fund in their mission to fund access to care and find a cure for breast cancer.
And because my love for you knows no bounds, I am giving all of you the chance to be the first of my donors. Plus, there is an added bonus....
The first 15 online donors who donate $25 or more will get one of these:
(added 4/2/05- Only five of these have been claimed. I still have 10 of these earmarked for online donors!!)
They may be slow to get to you because they are on backorder, but you will get one!! In fact, I have one single bracelet sitting here waiting for the very first donor to get in there with their $25 (or more!) donation.
According to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, more than 200,000 women in the United States will be diagnosed with breast cancer this year. About 40,000 will die from the disease. Last year, my Aunt JoAnn was one of those women. That's why I'm doing this – to do something bold about breast cancer.
So quickly now, scurry over to
here and do some donating of any size and make me squeal with the happiness.
(Also, please note that I have decided not to use Paypal this year because I want to make sure all of your money goes straight to the donation, so please, PLEASE, respect my wish to not have my full name spread through the internet...thanks!)
Yay, fundraising!! Oh!! Also, you can now buy all the "Save The Boobies" apparel you could possibly want...just follow the link there on the side under the donation button. Show your love of the boobies to the world!
This would be more interesting with more zinc
There is some shit going on at work that I want so badly to talk about because it is pissing me right the hell off but I cannot write about it until it is done because...well, because I just can't. Suffice it to say that Weetabix's Annoying Coworker has nothing on someone I work with.
In other news, the City of San Diego called me yesterday and apparently I owe them something like $271 for some parking tickets.
PARKING TICKETS FROM 1999 & 2001!!!!
Mother fuckers. Isn't there a statute of limitations onf crap like this? It's probably just because the city is completely FUBARed financially that they are putting in all this time and effort. Whatever.
In other (much happier) news, I bowled a 179 last night. That's a 257 after you add in my handicap, mah peeps. For a brief moment in time, I ruled the bowling universe, having beaten everyone on my team AND the other team.
And then the second game started and I sucked again and bowled an 87. Go me!! I redeemed myself with a 153 in the third game.
God, I'm boring today. I think it might be because I just ate a cappuccino truffle from The Card Shop and oh my GOD, the thing made me dizzy by the time I had eaten half of it. Gah. Diabetic coma, anyone?
Oo, and also...tonight I am going to get my butt in gear and get my Breast Cancer Three Day site set up and then I'm going to be starting the fundraising drive again, so get ready to be annoyed by me (more than usual, I mean).
And as further evidence as to what a freak I am....I am planning exactly zero trips to bridal fairs this year, but I am planning a trip to the Scottish Highland Games for some wedding planning (we need a kilt and a bagpiper, so where better to go??). Also, to make up for abandoning them all weekend, I bought the cats a $40 water dish this week. My love knows no bounds.
My love for you also knows no bounds, which is why I'm going to stop subjecting you to this.
Just can't get you off my mind....
I've been procrastinating with this entry because dude, there is much work to be done. Seriously, my to do list, it is longer than Sir Mix A Lot's anaconda. But then I realized that I CANNOT WORK in these conditions (said conditions being that my head is still full of Green Bay Shenanigans (which should totally be trademarked). So here's the words, with pictures to be added when I finally get home to get them cropped and uploaded.
What can I possibly say about this weekend that would even come close to generating the amount of awesomeness that Weetacon created? I'm sitting here listening to my Wrath of Con CD and all I can think of is the way I was not just dancing my ass off at The Bad Bar, I was rubbing my ass all over the front window of the Bad Bar. Sorry, Green Bay!!
Weetabix created the perfect mix of "social chit chat get to know people" activities and "rock my world with the dirty goodness" activities. Thanks to her, I was proposed to by the light of a wagon lantern in the middle of a snow covered field in the middle of Northern Wisconsin. It was fantastic to share a little piece of her world and get to meet all those people who are lucky enough to see her all the time (Esteban, Pennilicious, Carissa, Scotty Boom-Boom, The Jason, Eric....You are all fabulous!!!). If she EVER invites you to a party....for the love of all that is holy, JUST GO!
The Illustrious
Boyfriend Fiance and I were in Green Bay for almost exactly 48 hours, having landed at 2:30 on Friday and departed at 2:50 on Sunday. I have never before had so many memories jammed into one 48 hour period. And now, let the linky squee begin!!!
For me, Weetacon officially started in Chicago, where I got to meet the fabulous Boston Mary while scarfing down a Filet o'Fish from the airport McDonald's while simultaneously jabbering on at about a million miles a minute. Thankfully, she found this to be a good quality in people and we got along famously. When we got to Green Bay, we were greeted by the lovely (and patient, because her bag was missing for hours)
Jessi and
Kari. We piled into Kari's car and thus began our adventure.
We stepped outside into the perfect snowy winter wonderland...big fluffy bits of snow were falling and I was too excited to be cold (of course, the fabulous Snow Bunny of Hotness parka helped more than a little). The five of us got so distracted by the fantastic conversation that instantly happened that we got completely lost until Miss Weet came and lead us to the promised land (aka St. Brendan's Inn). We dumped our stuff, I squealed in excitement as I met new people (at one point I think I declared to the room that I wasn't really on crack, just SUPER EXCITED), and then it was off the the Rock "K" Ranch for some good drunken hayriding. It started off on a high note when
Kelly almost flew off the wagon because she was more concerned about hanging onto that bottle of Jack than she was about anything else. I have to say, there's nothing quite like being on a wagon in the middle of a snowy night freezing your ass off while laughing and singing and drinking and in general being an ass with a bunch of your closest friends who just happen to live everywhere except where you do. As I told
Chauffi in an email last night, I think it's a good thing we don't all live in the same city because we would cause said city to implode, I think.
(And now here's the BIG ENGAGEMENT STORY)During one of the breaks the driver took, I headed straight for the front of the wagon to go pet the horses with Kelly and Weet and a few other people, I keep trying to take pictures of the steam without a flash and finally gave up because it was too dark to see what I was doing. Right about then, Kev walks over to where I was and me being me, I fully belched at him as we started walking away (hey, I'd been drinking on an empty stomach and getting bounced around). He just started laughing, then says "Hey let's go over there." I said okay and started walking, until he laughed and said "Not into the WOODS!" So I turned around and he gave me a hug and then he was fiddling in his pocket and suddenly he's on the ground on one knee in the snow and he has this box in his hand and that's about when things get blurry for me. I know he asked me, I know he said something about making it official and I know that I had my glove off before he finished because I was THAT READY to say yes. Which I did, right after hopping around and saying "Oh my God, I'm going to pee my pants!"
And then I turned around and there were all our crazy internet friends, clapping and crying and happy for us, and I realized that my God, that couldn't have happened at a better time because all of them are a part of the same serendipitous universe that Kev and I met in and a lot of them have watched our romance unfold from the beginning. So it was crazy and perfect and wonderful that we got engaged in the middle of a snowy field in Wisconsin surrounded by people we first met online. (
EXTRA ADDED BONUS NEWS: We've set a date! April 8, 2006 at
Angels Landing)
And then we went and ate ourselves into food comas while chatting it up with
Betty Big Head and
Deb and Boston Mary. The one thing I can say about this weekend is that everyone I met, even the ones I met for the very first time that weekend, instantly gave me "BFF" vibes. Maybe it was our mutual love of the pineapple fluff or maybe it was the grog, but by the time we got to the karaoke bar, I was loving everyone I had met. And let me tell you, these people can SING. Which is why I never got up and sang, because hello, I was not that drunk. But
TranceJen and Jessi and Kelly and Weet and
Single Dad Guy and Chauffi all got up there and sang the HELL out of their songs. So I supported them by dancing along with their vocal stylings until I decided it was time to go home and thank Kev for the new jewelry.
We were about halfway across the bridge when it hit me...WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!!! Every so often on the walk home one of us would say that and then I would start giggling. And then I fell on the ice, which was okay because I was drunk and so I fell in slow motion and promptly bounced back up. We were almost back to the hotel when for some reason he and decided that it would be a good idea for us to climb over a snowdrift rather than walk another 5 feet to a sidewalk. Unfortunately for my ass, there were boulders in the snowdrift and I totally fell onto one. It was all good though, because I was drunk and did not feel it.
The next day found us wandering around half awake, first down to breakfast where we eventually ended up hanging out and doing the swag thing (Chauffi, my surly cow has found a happy home). The next few hours were kind of lazy...we wandered around downtown for a bit on our own, and I took some farty arty pictures, then we just went back and hung out until it was time to head off to Joe Rouer's.
Marekept giving us her balls, I kept making
Science Girl take our picture (thanks for that, by the way....) and when the burgers appeared, we all shut up at once. Seriously, for the first time since Friday afternoon, Wisconsin was quiet. Eventually I recovered my senses and declared that mustard had never tasted as good as it did right then on that burger. Seriously people, I was saying crap like that all weekend. Another choice declaration I uttered?
"California cows make the best cheese but Wisconsin cows make the best burgers."
Why yes, I am going to hell.
Kev, Mary, Christina and I were chauffeured back to the hotel by Esteban. But first we twisted his arm and made him take us to get frozen custard (which, thank GOD, we do not have in San Diego). So good, but so totally through me into a food coma. We went back to the hotel and rested up in hopes of actually being hungry for dinner.
(As an aside, I got to ride in 5 different people's cars this weekend and I owe them all big "thank you for shuttling my ass around Green Bay" props...Kari, Esteban,
Single Dad Guy, Eric and Scotty Boom-Boom, you all ROCK!)
Dinner was relatively uneventful, aside from fantastic bleu cheese dressing that Chauffi and I both had little cheese-gasms over. But when we stopped by the hotel briefly to freshen up before heading to the bar, tragedy struck. I had gotten the cutest new sweater to wear to the Bad Bar and I wore it to dinner beforehand. Well thank goodness I did, because not one but TWO buttons popped off that fucker while we were in the hotel room. Unfortunately, I had packed so well that I had no alternate outfits, so I threw a camisole on under the sweater and we dashed out. Yeah, my boobs were on display for everyone to see.
What can I say about the Bad Bar other than that it's a baaaaaaaaaad bar, but in such a goooooood way. My lips were numb before 10:00. Roughly 7 of my toes were practically broken. I think I offered to make out with most of the women in the bar. I now possess pictures of the breasts of many of my favorite womenfolk (including some fabulous mama boobs *cough*Betty Big Head*cough*). I was kissing Mare in exchange for sips of her drink. I promised Chauffi he was my Plan B. I blocked the bathroom door with Science Girl and Jessi and Jen. I coveted Carissa's boots to the point where I said we would have had to throw down if they'd been the right size. I was unafraid to shake my ass in the window of the bar while simultaneously bending over to display my boobs to everyone there. I gave serious consideration to just curling up in the corner and living the rest of my life in a happy drunken stupor at the Bad Bar. (But I can't because I have a wedding to plan!! Eeek!)
The next morning was the usual combination of barely alive and somewhat crestfallen that these weekends end up with. My girls brought me the first bit of my wedding outfit...a highly appropriate Green Bay Packers garter. Saying good bye at the end of weekends like this is never going to get easy. By the end of it we were jokingly saying we might have to have a Wedding-Con next year....hmmm.
All of you who were there....there's no group I'd rather destroy my liver with. The love I have for you all is both dirty and beautiful and completely fantastic. And I can't wait to do it all again.
*MWAH*
I went all the way to Green Bay and all I got was....
...a cow...
...a lot of alcohol...(it's a baaaaaaad bar)
...booyah and pineapple fluff...
...and all bundled up.
Oh yeah.....I got one more thing in Green Bay......
(Keep scrolling, it's worth it....)
Reasons why I suck
1) Because I have not yet provided the promised Mondo Gigantic Entry Of Reader Requested Pictures. Worse, I will probably not provide it until sometime next week.
2) Because my to do list at work will be woefully undercompleted when I leave tonight only to NOT COME BACK tomorrow morning.
3)Because I have no patience and decided to color my hair AGAIN because I decided that I wanted it a darker auburn red instead of the bright copper red and now I think it looks like it is trying to fade on one side because there's TOO MANY CHEMICALS. Meh.
4) Because I have not started to pack AT ALL for tomorrow's Butt Ass Early flight, AND I still need to run to the drugstore for last minute supplies like Rolaids and Tums and hair gel, but hell if I'm getting out of here before 5:30.
4) Because I have only worked out ONCE this entire week and am about to consume massive amounts of calories via alcohol and Midwestern food and dear God, I cannot even think about how little I will be able to eat next week before my next WW meeting if I don't want a massive backslide.
In other news, I really want some dried mango strips right now but that will mean ANOTHER STORE STOP on the way home and hello, I haven't packed, I have no time for stopping! And seriously, I'll get over the WW guilt about 10 seconds after I get on the plane because this is the Last Temptation of M this weekend until May.
OH! And by the way....I'm turning 30 this year. And as such, we are having a Mondo Gigantic Birthday Weekend, including a trip to
this place for dinner. And I'm inviting EVERYONE. Seriously, if you know me and you want to be part of it, come on out. Since my birthday is the first week of May, it's pre-tourist season.
And now I'm going to go actually try and finishe some of this horrific to do list. Keep your fingers crossed that I don't freeze off some important body part this weekend.
