SURPRISE!

I FINALLY POSTED!!!

Ok, I'm sorry. I have been reminded a many times that I have been slacking in my bloggery. I'm very much aware, but I am trying my damndest to keep my priorities straight.  Try and keep in mind that I'm not Jenna Marbles, or Ray William Johnson, or even Phillip DeFranco (please don't sue me for using your name). I just don't make money by blogging, and therefore very unfortunately I push blogging to the bottom of the list. Here's a recap of the stuff that happened since thanksgiving.

I ate a lot of Turkey.

I sang a lot of Christmas songs.

I watched Glove and Boots endlessly.

I voluntolded (mandatory volunteering) for a Christmas festival.

I volunteered at a Deployed Spouses Christmas Dinner.

I had three Christmas parties for two occupations.

I joined a game show.

I spent entirely too much on Christmas.

My cat hit puberty.

I survived the apocalypse.

I put up my first Christmas tree. Then took it down. Then put it back up. And I still have to take it down.

I made my first batch of eggnog.

I made my first batch of cake pops.

I took a final and finished a class.

So, I've been busy doing shit.  I've tried to do my best to give back this holiday season, when I'm not working weird hours.  I have been working 10-4 shifts a LOT lately, which gives me just enough time to not get anything else accomplished.  Although it is just part time, I have no other regular paying job, and therefore my work is my first priority.  Then comes school, which has very little energy devoted to it after working and dealing with traffic.  Plus I started doing this game show.  I'll call it UGS. I'm basically just a component in the game show who reveals prizes or opens cases. Kind of like Vanna White, but I do several other games as well.  Between practices and the shows, and driving for both, I have about two hours to myself.  This is usually when I spend time with David and Kilala.

Who just hit puberty and has been driving me nuts.  The yowling and the constant need for attention... she's a totally different cat! I have been able to actually pet her for 20 min at a time.

Nothing else with a heartbeat

This thanksgiving I am thankful I don't have any kids. I know we broke the no heartbeat rule with Kilala. But this thanksgiving has told me that I am no way ready for the hell that are kids. This thanksgiving we went to our neighbors house and there were about 6 kids ranging from 10years to 6mon. I had a headache before I came over, and then when the kids were playing it intensified. I now know I do not want kids for a long while. Not that the kids were misbehaving, but kids are just LOUD.

Thanksgiving eve

Today I had to work, and all I wanted to do was stay home with Kilala and Dave. Yes, I wanted to do so because I wanted to play with Kilala, but more so because I knew if I werent home she'd definitely become Dave's kitty. Unacceptable, considering I bugged him for a month to get a cat.

Sure enough that's exactly what happened. He played with her, put her on top of the TV, cleaned everything for her...and I was at work handing out money.

I may have redeemed myself a little because at 5am she was hungry. She was meowing at the top of the stairs, so I went downstairs and fed her. Then after she ha a belly full of food and she sat at the top of her cat tree, I got to pet her for a good half hour. Then I remembered that if you give her a treat after she lets you pet her, it is training her to allow petting.

Next training is picking her up.

Kilala Brover

David surprised me today. He came home with a receipt saying he paid the landlords a pet deposit. I had been bugging him for about a month and a half to get a kitty, since we first went to our friend's house and played with his kitty.

The first thing I did after my run is get online and start looking for free kitties. I fell in love with a dark furred calico almost instantly. I called the seller and agreed to pick her up tonight.

We followed the people home after meeting up with them, and as soon as I saw her I was in love. She was very friendly, and after playing with squirmy McGee I decided I wanted her.

We named her after two of our favorite shows. Sanbo, the Samurai demon slayer on Inuyasha has a cat demon named Kilala. She is a vicious demon cat who grows into a cat with flaming paws and awesomeness. Brover is from one of the newest episodes of How I Met Your Mother. Barney gets a wingman dog named Brover, and David joked about wanting a Brover as well. I personally wouldn't have minded calling the cat Brover since it is SO ironic. But David said we should name it Kilala and I Pushed Brover to the middle name.

She is adorable, and absolutely frightened of the house. She has hidden under the entertainment center basically all night. I am just happy to have a kitty. :)

Sallie Mae Sucks Ass

Here is what I want to know: how many times do I have to inform Sallie Mae that I am still in school, and I shouldn't be paying anything for interest on my subsidized loans?

If you are a high school student: DON'T GO TO A EXPENSIVE COLLEGE, and if for some reason you should decide to go to ignore me for that...DON'T USE SALLIE MAE.

Not only are their interest rate horrible, they compound interest daily. You may not know what that means, but basically it means that you have to pay interest EVERY DAY to or else you pay interest on your interest. Yes. That $1500 loan may be only costing you $5.00 a day but if you don't pay it for the month, you just racked up a nice 150$ in Interest. BULLSHIT.

And if your loans are subsidized (the govt pays the interest while you are in school) you have a fightin chance to pay down the loan. Oh, but drop below half time, and your loans enter grace period, which is the time between school and repayment and he interest starts building. DAILY.

Basically, do the smart thing. Go to community college and knock out the easy classes. Then go to an expensive college for the major classes. Don't do it the opposite. Your 23 year old, frustrated self will thank you. Or rather, they won't because they won't exist because you did he smart thing.

At it again

While I have been recovering from the most horrid (although to be fair not THAT bad) of a cold, I have been rather unable to think. Which of course meant that I was unable to post.

However, I am back to full health (at least mentally [or rather as normal as my mental health could be]) and now am doing a blog. Just. For. You.

Although, I am using the new blog app, and apparently it doesn't scroll as I type so there is a great chance I am going to fuck this entire thing up. The last word I can see is "just. For. You. "

ANYWAY! I was supposed to be on vacation this week with Dave and even cleared it with the boss for unpaid leave. Unpaid leave that I actually will just make up in the next week (this one). It is absolutely dumb Fuck. I lost my train of thought and I can't see the text. Anyway, we had the week off and of course I got sick but was stubborn as always so we continued to have our vacation. On Wednesday we went to Pineapple Park, which is a "theme" park dedicated to Pineapples. Yes. Please. So we go there and I actually learned quite a bit of information. Did you know there are over 200 kinds of species of pineapple and only 20 are edible? Or that there are ferns which are in the same plant family as the pineapple? Or that many trees I see every day here are actually relatives of pineapples. So I learned all that, then toured the rest of the place and sampled pineapple wine and pineapple cake and pineapple cookies. Yes. Please.

After that we went to the northern most tip of the island where legend has it that an emporer ran away to and hid, never to be found again, and the locals believe he watches over the bluff in the afterlife. Also, it has pretty views. But then we went on an epic quest to find two waterfalls which are supposedly breathtaking. One was closed and the other was so remote I couldn't find it.

The next day was when my sickness was really in full force, but again we tougher it out. We went to visit the peace memorial, which had all the names of the thousands of soldiers who died in the Pacific War. Found a couple long lost great uncles or something. It was a sobering experience to see walls and walls and walls of names.

After that we went to the underground tunnels which the Japanese Navy committed mass suicides because the US Marines were fighting them and were going to overtake them. The tunnels were rather deep, and all dug by hand with pick axes and shovels. David and I kept getting globes of light on our pictures. It was intense. They seemed to be more prevalent on his pictures, which we speculated was because he was an American male.

Somewhere in here we went to membership night and won a digital picture frame in the raffle. I think it was after the waterfall day. Not entirely sure. I was pretty sick.

But I am better now, and posting awayv.

When in Japan

So David and I have been spending quite a bit of time indoors. I would love to get out and enjoy the island but I don't want to do too much too soon. We do have a while here.

But recently, I decided to revisit a key part of my teenage years as a way of connecting with the culture. We have began watching anime together.

I bought 4 seasons of Inuyasha, which is over 70 episodes. We have powered through the first half of a season in three nights. And I am starting to remember why I fell in love with the show in the first place.

To summarize the show so far, Inuyasha (or shmhshmshmhn as Dave calls him) is a half demon half mortal boy who was after a jewel which could turn him full demon when his girlfriend Kikyo (Toyota as Dave calls her) shot him with an arrow and then died from a wound. Her spirit was reincarnated in a girl in modern day Tokyo, named Kagome, who stumbles upon an old well which is a portal to the ancient Japan. Kagome accidentally shattered the jewel after a series of events and now she and Inuyasha need to find all the shards before the other demons use it for evil. To keep Inuyasha in check a beaded necklace is cursed to his neck and allows Kagome to control him by saying "sit boy." playful bantering ensues as the two venture on their way to find the shards.

Standard Anime plot. Lol.

But what I like the most about this show is not just the obvious plot to get Kagome and Inuyasha in love, but the endless humor in it from recurring jokes. Another part of the reason I enjoy this show so much is because it is a lot like David and I. Inuyasha acts annoyed by Kagome's naïveté and persistence to do the right thing. Kagome is just rather confused by the entire situation and is in a foreign place where the only person she can truly trust is Inuyasha.

And I love how David smiles when watching this show, since he was the one to point out our similarities.

Anyway, that's my post for today. Talk to you kids later.

Shuffled Eggs

How weird would it be to be the lady in the grocery store going through the entire shelf of eggs? How about if you were going through and moving all the broken ones to one central location? This way, future customers wouldn't have to worry about grabbing a container with a broken (or missing) egg.  The grocery store that I go to consistently has an entire shelf of cartons with >9 good eggs and at least one bad, broken, or missing egg. If I had the time, which I probably could have done, would it be too weird to do this?

What are some other things that you wish you could do in public but don't because you are worried about whether you may or may not have the authorities called on you because you look insane?

Need more gold

I am now part time. And I guess I have no hope for being full time, because I am too moody.

I can't really complain. It is nice only working 3 days a week, since I can now do all the other things. Things like Homework, baking, modeling, and cooking.

But I miss having money. And David and I agreed that my paycheck will now be entirely devoted to my student loans. I wish I had a job I liked and it was full time.

What do you think? Should I get a second job, or should I look for a new one? Maybe I should stick it out? I don't know. I just need more gold.

A whole new world

So I started working part time this week. It is very different. I got up when I wanted, did some errands before work, then went to work and did some more errands after work.

Including emptying/cleaning my car. You never know the capacity of your trunk until it is strewn across your dining room floor. Damn.

Plus I bought too much corelle plates, and Tupperware and had to find out where to put them all in my tiny cupboards.

Plus David and I went to the gym together (d'awwww) and he made me do a killer leg workout. Ouch. My hamstrings are sore already. I don't know how tomorrow will pan out, but I am sure it will be bad.

Working part time....is a whole new world!

Average problems

Here is why it sucks to be average.

1: your printer doesn't care who you are. Because you are average and are nobody.
2: you have to punish yourself when you eat a whole bag of funyuns.
3: errands must all be done by you.
4: other people won't laugh at your jokes that aren't funny
5: curfews apply to you
6: greasy hair is not a reason to be late for work
7: you have to work
8: you have to do your own makeup
9: costumes you wear are bought with your own money, or made by your average hands
10: you only can avoid bills for 0days.

What I have learned from modeling

Here is what I have learned from my brief time modeling.

1: cameras may make you add 20lbs.
2: confidence removes 30lbs
3: typical model thin means no hips or intestines
4: most nude photography is nasty
5: many photographers want the nude pictures
6: you can say no to icky people.
7: body paint is amazing
8: modeling is a gateway for some people to swing, and that's disgusting
9: a good photographers raw imagines are not dramatically different than their finished products
10: no matter how awesome you think you look, the wrong photographer can make you look terrible
11: being comfortable around the photographer really makes a huge difference.

Mushy bananas

You know what love is? Love is watching Walking Dead on the couch and not being scared that the zombie will eat your face because your significant other is holding you. Love is waiting up for the other person in order to go to bed together. Love is smiling at all the right times and for all the unknown reasons. Love is that moment when you feel the whole universe is standing in front of you. Love is being able to see exactly what "nothing" is, and why it is what is wrong. Love is being able to stare into someones eyes and not realize how much time has passed. Love is the feeling of warmth you get when you smell your significant other's natural scent. Love is amazing. I hope I never fall out of it.

Typhoon flips cars and shit

So this weekend was another Typhoon. This one was a super typhoon, meaning it's super strong and super quick. It was so strong cars were tumbling over playgrounds, and doors were ripped off hinges. Strong shit.

Now, during all this I was SUPPOSED to be working on costumes and homework. Instead I watched Walking Dead and played Darksiders II.

So Sunday came and David and I ran to the store to buy a printer (I am one of the few weird people left who actually print out, highlight, and organize their sources for research papers. So we didn't have a printer and I couldn't do the paper during the typhoon. Shut up.) and I actually got a lot done in those four hours. But then I had to respond to a call out for one of the ATMs which decided to stop accepting deposits.

I drive all the way there, and we realize I don't have the updated key. So I got to go home and finish my paper. Then I didn't have any time to read my chapters.

Also, my husband is sexy and has a fine ass. He in no way helped me with this particular entry, and I am the one who wrote every single word.

Typhoon Satisfaction

I love my job. Seriously, I wake up excited to go to work and start a new day. I haven't liked going to work since I left Germany (I know, it wasn't that long ago [and I am sure you can find a post to prove me wrong. Just work with me here]). I like my customers, my coworkers and my bosses.

But I want a damn typhoon to hit in te middle of the week. I dont know what the reason is, but they only seem to hit on Saturday. If we are lucky it hits on Sunday, and is big enough we may get Monday off. But that's certainly not fun.

Plus, this week I am on standby to fix the ATMs if they stop dispensing cash. So typhoon=people on lockdown=no work for me.

What modeling feels like

OH MY GOD I AM STARVING.

Didn't you eat a full breakfast, a decent sized lunch, and a good dinner?

I DON'T CARE. MY STOMACH IS COLLAPSING.

Getting old

I realize that the older you get the more you start to calm down. David has all these stories of the wild and crazy things he did before me, and I have not as many wild things that I did. But I realized tonight that we are both old now. Tonight's entertainment was David doing my makeup against his will, and turning me into the joker. My eyes still burn from the blue eyeshadow he caked on. I usually apply it with my fingertip but he got it all over the eye shadow foam brush. Totally worth it.

Ariel

Well, Internet, I do believe I have found a hobby I thoroughly enjoy. I have gotten into modeling. I did two photoshoots this weekend, one boudior and one swimsuit. I had a blast at both but I really liked the swimsuit one. If you know me, I could live in my swimsuit or underwear, as that's what I feel most comfortable in. So having someone take pictures of me kind of feeds that attention loving part of my ego.

Another reason I loved the swimsuit session is because I got to do some work with my mermaid costume that I made. Nothing is cooler than seeing something you slaved over for 8 hours turn out really well. And to be able to feel absolutely drop dead sexy in it helps as well.

Drunk on hump day

Wow today sucked.
So I came home and finished 3/4 of a bottle of wine.
Now it's 7:34 and I am going to bed, cold, drunk, and alone.

Tomorrow better be better.

Psychology makes me a Badass

So I was finally reading my textbook. It happens rarely. But when I was, it mentioned that there was a study done on monkeys and other animals where they hooked up their neurons to machines and they recorded any time the neurons fired while the animal reaches for the food. Then, they would notice that the same neurons would fire when the animal watched humans do the reaching for food. Apparently when you watch something your brain actually mimics the action, even if your muscles don't respond in the same way.

Later tonight I was watching the movie Expendables 2 with David, and I randomly remembered that story during one of the fight scenes. And instantly I smiled because I was thinking "wouldn't it be funny if our muscles DID react when we watched things?" Imagine a movie theater full of people doing exactly what's on screen. Making out, punching the air, walking, running.... Bad ass.

God I am strange.

Happy Hour is 9 to 5

So my boss has been making me read a book on how to be happy in the workplace, which is titled "Happy Hour is 9 to 5." The book is slightly humorous and has some interesting stories, but I feel I am getting something out of it. I wish I had to read this book in high school, because I feel like I could have benefitted from it for the last 6 years I have been employed. however, more interestingly, I have been able to apply some items to my non-work life.

I'm going to highlight some of the interesting things I remember off the top of my head:

A: don't bring your work home. If you are upset, there is a good chance you can spread it to your other family members. And no one deserves that.

B: sleep has a direct influence on how well you work. If you don't get enough sleep, you don't get anything done.

C: you get the same amount of work done in 40 hours that you would in 69. Your productivity slows dramatically after 8 hours.

D: talk about your problems with others in a method which avoids accusations and insults.

E: complaining doesn't do anything. And neither does complaining about complainers. The best thing you can do is to just say "that must be hard for you," which doesn't egg them on, nor does it necessarily mean you agree with them.

F: it can be SUPER easy to show someone you appreciate them. Post it notes, flower, candy, etc goes a long way, even if you are just saying "thank you for doing your job the best youcan."

Return of the glasses

So I haven't worn my glasses since the week before my wedding, when I was on a WEAR ALL THE RED THINGS kick. And while this is fine and dandy because I don't wear contacts and my eyes aren't nearly as bad as I think they are, I recently wore them again to coordinate with an outfit at work.

Now I am back on my glasses wearing phase which sucks. Keep in mind thr this torture is entirely self inflicted. I can choose to not wear them at any given time. But I decided to wear them, and now I am having the worst headaches.

Have you ever been blinded by your glasses? Because I can't see with them on, and after wearing them for two days I am having a hard time seeing without them as well. UGH.

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.

Grilled Cheese Robbery

I made one of my favorite dishes tonight--roasted red pepper and tomato soup. I told David what we were having and he kind of groaned because he hadn't eaten all day and although healthy, it isn't very filling. So I told him to watch the soup and make sure it didn't boil over, and I went down the road to buy bread (I was going to make grilled cheese JUST FOR HIM) so he didn't have to go back out. I get back, make his first, and then make my sandwich.

Pause the story, I am going to explain how I eat. I always save my favorite item on the plate for last. Always. It isn't that the other items are bad, but I always have a favorite and I always eat it last.

Resuming story, I was devouring the soup. I had half a sandwich left when David turns to me and says "I'll trade you half a sandwich for my half a bowl of soup" and I reply with a stare. "if you love me you'd trade me" he says. FLABBER. GASTED.

So yeah, after all I did for him, he asks me to give him the item I am VERY CLEARLY saving. But, I thought about it, and decided to give him the sandwich so I can post on the Internet how much I really do love him.

I even gave you my grilled cheese. You're welcome.

Untitled and later retitled

So this last week has been interesting not only because David has been on standby but also for a few other reasons.

1: typhoon Bolaven. That's what I'm calling it. It may be boloven or something. I can't remember. Anyway supposedly this is a master size typhoon, the second largest in 13 years or something. Because of that, everyone is going insane trying to "prepare" for its arrival. The grocery stores on base are all out of water jugs. The lines are looped around the store. People are going insane.

2: I've been on the teller line by myself most of this week. I am glad that I have the opportunity to advance and I am trusted so much. And I think my managers are glad as well because they don't have to hover over me all the time. The only downside is that I don't know everything and don't have anyone to confer with.

Moving madness

So my household goods came today. Which is great because I got today off to make sure I met the delivery people. What sucks now is of course finding homes for ALL. MY. STUFF. holy shit, Internet, I thought my house was huge, and my 1700pound shipment laughed in my face. All of my cabinets are used. All of my drawers are used. And only 1/2 of my stuff is put away.

We look like we've been robbed.

Remember how much work I put in to making sure my studio apartment was stripped to only the essentials?

My items must have multiplied. Or, (and more likely) I was still in the single person with nothing in the house mindset. Plus I have been kind of buying whatever I wanted as far as the kitchen goes in the last 5 weeks. But DAMN.

Sadly, my stuff did not make it here unharmed. The wine survived, but a plate in the original packaging from the store (never opened, still in the gift wrap from the wedding) broke in half, and my Rachel Ray huge casseroval shattered into so many pieces I was afraid to move the styrofoam.

And the best part is that David has to work late all week, so he is neither here to help or keep me company. After 10 hours of nonstop running around and cleaning and unpacking, that's all this girl wants.

Slice of heaven

This weekend husband was waiting for work to call all weekend, and I didn't want to be bored at home, so I went to a local beach about an hour and a half from home. Basically, it's a drive halfway up the island. So I went driving and had a great time in the sun, and wind.

I met up with my friend couple, the Q's, at the cottage they won from some event they went to. We decided to take a glass bottom boat tour, then ate a fantastic lunch, played a little mini-golf, and swam in a secluded beach.

It was absolutely magnificent. I can't start to tell you how much I love the ocean. The sand was the normal sand, not just busted coral. But the water was clear, and green/blue. The rocks/coral nearby were a dark grey, almost black, and everything glistened under the rays of sun.

I had died and gone to heaven.

I have only been here a month and a half, but I swear I could never get bored of the views. Yesterday was my first time actually swimming, but I had already fallen in love with the place.

Maybe it's just me

You will never understand just how much women wonder about the male genitalia. I see it at a new angle and I have seventy questions forming in my mind. Most of them scientific hypotheses. I wonder if I do that, will this happen. Yes. Poking it that way does generate that response.

I have had the following conversation with several friends of mine, and either we all think the same way, or I have some incredible(y weird) friends. If you could trade you vagina for a penis and testicles, would you and what would be your first action. Obviously one of the first responses is try to write my name with it. But so many other things have been mentioned, many of which are predictably not suited for the Internet. Or they are. I don't know.

So I think I am weird, but I at least believe that most women have a fascination with the male genitals on a purely scientific level.

American Amazons

David spent the day with his friend, so I decided to go shopping in a shopping mall for Americans. Here is what I gathered as far as how the Japanese perceive the Americans from my two hours of shopping.

A: we always wear something with lace somewhere in our outfits.
B: we love heels 3" or larger.
C: flowers are EVERYWHERE in our fashion
D: we are apparently 6 foot tall and 120 pounds.
E: our arms are toothpicks
F: sale means regular priced cheap goods.
G: we will pay pretty much anything as long as you claim the prices are unbeatable.
H: men only wear plaid
I: women only wear crop tops
J: we don't have boobs

Update

I got a cash drawer at work and ate mexican.

Also, my husband is awesome and I should blog more do he can read it

McDonald's

So I was going to talk about this earlier but I forgot about it until now, when I am noming on some hash rounds from Burger King. The other day, the husband and I went to McDonald's off base. It was the best McDonalds experience in my entire life.

The fries were fresh, the meat properly seasoned, and the whole restaurant seemed to sparkle. I remarked to David that I thought this was the best McDonald's I had ever had, and he let me in a cultural secret.

I guess the Japanese culture says that customers are gods. They would do anything to prevent their customers from being unhappy. Therefore, they value quality, and not quantity. They are fast, and efficient. They are polite.

They are what most American McDonalds (and other food workers) should be. There are many Japanese people who work at the burger king and other shops on base, and I'll be honest, I notice a huge difference in the two cultures when it comes to service.

It is happening

"uh oh, the wife looks angry"
"no, the wife looks like she agreed to help her husband prepare for his physical training test, got sore, then stood on her feet all day, and came home to standing an additional 2.5 hours while making soup for her husband, and then spent another hour doing dishes"
"oh"

Old married couple. Here we are.

Typhooning

There hasn't been a post in a while simply because I haven't had anything interesting happen in the last two days. Except Typhooning.

Did you know they name typhoons as well as hurricanes? Well Typhoon Haikui is hitting the island soon, so we have been preparing for that. Last night we went to our friends house for dinner and the drive back was horrible rain. Technically we werent supposed to be outside because the typhoon level was too high, but my amazing husband got us back to the house safely.

It got progressively worse throughout the night, and the rain continued all morning. We were a little worried because we had a furniture delivery today, and thought the delivery woul be cancelled. No worries though, the furniture people came right as it was announced that Haikui had lost most of its strength and we would be normal again tomorrow.

Worst First (Day)

Well, today marked day 2 at my new job. Today was pretty boring and Uneventful compared to yesterday. So I am obviously going to cover that.

I had never driven to the base I work on before, so my boss told a girl who lives by me to meet me at Burger king at 10am. Not a problem, except I had to turn in a paper by midnight stateside and I hadn't started it. Oops. No big deal. Stayed up most of the night with a couple naps in between huge chunks of my paper.

So I was dead tired for my first day of work. No big deal. Chug a Monster. Was going to take a nap until 830, wash my hair and then get ready. 815, David calls asking me to run to the base and bring his boots. Well, husband can't work without his boots. So, no shower for me. No big deal, that's why people use deodorant and don't touch their hair and blame it on the wind. Then I do my makeup and jab myself in the eye. Makeup everywhere and no time to redo my makeup. No big deal. Wipe most of it up and get out the door.

So then I am following this girl, and trying to take notes. Hard to do with no roman alphabet. Turn left at the たば、なさ. Then turn right at theアラまさ. Fuck my fucking life. So I get to work, and realize I don't have my working verification documents. So I fill out a couple pieces of paper and my supervisor tells me I need to have fingerprints done. And she sends me home. 3 hours into my shift. Buh.

So I go to yet ANOTHER base to get my fingers all inked. Feels weird to know that they have ALL my fingerprints now. I have only normally had pointer and thumb. Never needed my hands and other prints before. I feel like I have lost a method of dropping off the face of the planet. Hard to do when you marry a government whatever.

So anyway, I got the prints and went shopping for suits. Then came home and David already started cooking.

Quotes from happy land

So here are a few things that David and I have been saying lately that made me chuckle

"you're lucky I didnt fart on my hand first (before wiping his sweaty hand on my face)"
"are you sure you didn't?"

"tell me a random story"--me
"so there I was, minding my own business when a wild Q appeared"
"dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun doo doo doot doo doo doo doo doooooo do do do do buh buh buh buh buh buh buh, buh buh duh buh" (Pokemon battle song) me
"he used 'ride around the flight line' and it was super effective."

"you know if you had the chance to be with Anne Hathaway, even if you hate her, you'd be all up on that because of her butt on the motorcycle. You'd be all for that"--David to me

"honey, what does 'Bonita' mean?"--David
"beautiful woman"
*snickering*
"did you call Q a pretty woman? That was not very nice. You shouldnt speak Spanish you don't know!"

"here in Japan they don't ask you to buy stuff, they scream at you to come in. They are like 'TRY OUR ICE CREAM IT'S DELICIOUS!!'"

"it smells like the inside of your colon"

Desirable

Everyone has one thing they want to be. You know, besides rich and powerful and beautiful. We all want to be desired.

Being wanted is the most sincere form of flattery. Imitation can suck it. In my experience, being wanted shows you have something that the other person doesn't have. Or maybe they don't have enough of it.

I got yet another job interview offer today, after being told it takes up to a year to get a job on this small island. And David and I joked about it, where David said "who would have thought you'd be so desirable."

At the end of the day, I just want to be needed. I want to be the one who is depended upon for something for once.

I am excited to start working again, because it means I can start contributing to the family instead of being the mooch.

Adjustings

So today is as good of a day as any for a change. Today I removed the ***3*** 12 packs of soda out of the fridge. And I replaced it with ONE giant thing of water.

Plus I have been cooking more and more healthy stuff, like peppers, and vegetables. Tomorrow we are having meatloaf and salad.

I am working on the whole exercise thing. Slowly. It is happening. Kinda. Ok. So that hasn't changed. BUT I feel thinner and think I look thinner so I am ok with that.

David has been fricken superman. He's been not only eating my healthy dishes, but biking like >8 miles a day. Go Husband!! I am so proud of him!!

Cupcake avengers

I have been planning on baking and cooking and making awesome desserts for a while now. I went to the store today and bought a cupcake pan and some food coloring and decided to have some fun.

I was going to just make a TON of Hulk cupcakes, because we joke around about how much David is like the Hulk. He's shy, and intelligent, until you make him angry.

But I was feeling like wasting more time. So instead I decided to make cupcakes decorated like all the avengers. I had captain America, Black Widow, Thor, Hulk, Hawkeye, and Iron Man. I made three batches but accidentally left the last batch in a little too long, so I didnt decorate them like avengers.

They turned out alright. I think I enjoy working with the icing and food coloring. Working with the writing pens was much more difficult. Head over to the Facebook page for a view of the best ones.

Epic life of awesomeosity

So yesterday was absolutely fantastic. Words can't describe just how much fun I had. But here it goes. We met up with our friends and went to breakfast. I got my eggs and hash browns and bacon. Then we carpooled to the aquarium about an hour and a half away.

The aquarium was HUGE. It' easily covered a good 5 mile stretch of land. I am absolutely in love with seeing animals. I get excited when I get to see some different species. This is the first time I got to see a surgeon fish. It was also the first time I got to see a crab four feet tall. It was my first time seeing whale sharks, and I saw three! My favorite part was definitely the dolphin show. They made the dolphins sing, and I lost my shit. I was laughing so hard I was crying streams of tears.

Then we went to a Japanese/Hawaiian place and I wasn't too hungry so I got a rice bowl. Not only did I finish the bowl (an accomplishment in itself) but I ate with CHOPSTICKS!! And not only did I eat it with chopsticks, but I did so SUCCESSFULLY!!!

Then we hung out at the store with our friend after dropping his wife off at a party. And after the store we bought our second car (since I got a job [i now am employed at a financial institution on a base about 35 minutes from our house] and have to drive to a differ et base than my husband.), drove it home and went to a place called Round one.

Round One is as close to a Dave and busters as possible. But this place is better because you pay one entrance fee and you have unlimited play on all the arcade games. Imagine, three hours straight of Dance Dance Revolution. There's other items as well, and some great foreign games you'd never see in the states. They even let you rent a room for free, and you can have private Karaoke with your friends. Soo cool.

The best part was that I was the DD. I got to play games and watch drunk people play games. And David drank for the first time in a long time. I was so happy to see him loosen up, have fun, shout in Japanese, shoot skeleton knights with light sabers, and be able to come home with him.

Date night appealed to my inner nerd but I didn't care. It was absolutely the most fun I've had in a LONG time.

Opposite Day

So yesterday I got to take my driving test. It was great...spend 20 min watching a movie and take a 20 question exam where you can miss up to six and still pass. Now I am a professional driver. Lmao. 20 questiona and you are allowed to drive on the opposite side of the road. So, I spent an hour driving around base and getting lost.

So not ready to drive on my own.

Which is why David is taking tomorrow off to take me to my two interviews. Woo!

Random thoughts

Today has a rather exhausting and boring day. So, rather than have this post be two sentences long, I will share my random thoughts from throughout today.

I want a pokeball bra.

If you have to be abducted by any of the pokemon, being abducted by charizard would be the most badass one.

There is not nearly as much sex in Game of Thrones as everyone claims. Pansies.

Getting dressed at 10 when David said he'd be home in a bit was a mistake.

Albacore still stinks

Your jealousy cannot and will not change the past

8 loads of laundry is probably too much in one day.

Donating clothes is great but I didn't want to wash all these.

The world would be so much cooler if Dragons existed.

What the hell is a waxbill?

Lucky

I don't know who is luckier in our relationship, but I think I am.

My husband doesn't kiss my ass. He doesn't alway say I am right. He acknowledges when I am, whether with a smile or by yelling something random. He takes me to see sunsets. He tells everyone about me. He says things he has no idea makes my heart melt. He supports me in all of my decisions, and walks me through my mistakes.

I love the man I married. I am definitely the lucky one.

Groups Suck

When taking an online class it should be a known fact that study groups just don't work. Everyone has different schedules. Everyone has different time zones. It's next to impossible to say: all five of you should meet up and do a group paper.

Now, I am definitely at fault...I was moving across the planet. I could and should have used every spare chance I had to do my study group. But seriously? Who realistically says they are going to do homework while traveling and actually does it?

So I did my best to crank out a paper today to catch up to a study group who had literally voted me out of the group. I apparently finished the paper a half hour too late. Whatever. If I fail this class then so be it. I can always take the class over again. Hopefully with a different professor who isn't going to make us work together on a project when we are very literally a world apart.

Dream unedited

After posting I thought that the story was pretty sporadic, but my typing was just atrocious and so I will show you just how jumpy my brain is while half asleep.

Idependence day hanging from fo white house column starts to shake bc aliens are coming. Then get down and go to taco stand. Checked I'd for a chicken enchilada. Was there with girl transitioning and had eyelash surgery. Looked like dude with no eyelashes. Got complimented by him for not wearing makeup. Got food then sat by pool. Ate food and got in water. Started swimming and boy asked me how I got all ladies. Asked how I got to talk pussy. Then jumped in water to show kid how spider in water will follow. Then got my foot attacked by swarming spiders. Bites caused nose to bleed. Made way to opposite side of the pool. Found relatives. Playing game where you draw in the pool. Goal was Sunday dinner. I offered the raspberry dressing and was told to provide rolls. Couldn't do it. Jumped in and made way to edge of pool. Cleaned nose in water. Muslim girl walks by with the name of aly. Relatives forget about me saying she will be next millionaire. She's about 4 years old.

Dream

So I know I have told you all my dreams once before. I thought I would share this morning's dream. See, I woke up long enough for David to cuddle and then head to his work out. I told him to let me know when he was coming home and he said he'd be back in an hour and a half. I could leave all that information out but I thought I should add it because it shows you just how quickly our brains think and get accomplished when we are sleeping. Or at least my brain. The following was written immediately after waking up, without moving from my present position (I feel as that makes the dream more accurate). The only editing I am going to do to it is correct spelling and complete the phrases from sentence fragments. Enjoy my insanity.

It was Independence day and I was hanging from a foam white house column when it starts to shake because aliens are coming. Then I get down and go to taco stand. The girl checked my ID for a chicken enchilada. I was there with girl transitioning into a guy and he had eyelash surgery. Afterward he looked like dude with no eyelashes. I got complimented by him for not wearing makeup. I got my food then sat by a nearby pool. I ate food and got in water knee deep. Started swimming and boy asked me how I got all ladies. He specifically asked how I pussytalk. Then jumped in water to show kid how spider in water will follow as a metaphor for pussytalking. Then got my foot attacked by swarming spiders. The bites caused my nose to bleed. Made way to opposite side of the pool. There I found some relatives. We all started playing a game where you draw in the pool. The goal was Sunday dinner. I offered the raspberry dressing because of my bleeding nose and was told to provide rolls. Couldn't do it. Jumped in and made way to edge of pool. I cleaned my nose in the water. Muslim girl walks by with the name of Aly. Relatives forget about me saying she will be next millionaire. She's about 4 years old.

Demonslayer!!

Blast to my past. Today I felt like a 12 year old. David went back to work today (boo) so I had the whole house to myself. With nothing to do. Except play video games. And do chores.

So that's what I did all day. I mean I didn't have anything in the house for lunch to I literally sprinkled cheese on lunch meat. I used to do the same thing ten years ago.

And just like when I was 12, I would do all the fun stuff first and start the boring (read: adult) stuff about 3pm, giving me just enough time to finish my chores (and have dinner [mostly] ready) by the time David came home.

I made stuffed red peppers and he liked it. Best yet, I made enough for leftovers so I didn't have to worry about what I am eating for lunch tomorrow. Wooo!!!

But he was tired and promptly went to bed after dinner, leaving me time to play Diablo 3 again. This one is fun, but certain things I miss about the original ones.

I got to slay some demons, make the husband happy, and be a little productive. Good enough for me.

Honey, I'm Home!

Today started out pretty rough. Long story short, Pickles has problems, My intestines have problems, and my confidence has problems. I won't go into detail about any of those, but reassure you that my dinner with David made it all better.

I was going to make Stuffed Red Peppers for dinner, but the beef wasn't defrosted enough to make it. Oops. So David took me to this restaurant located in the Marina on the island.

It wasn't very expensive, $18 for two people after tips, and the view was outstanding.

I actually feel at home, Readers. All I have to do is cook for David, or eat dinner with him, or buy stuff for the house, or go on double dates with him. As cheesy and corny (what's with all the food references, Fatty) as it sounds, I found what I was missing this whole time.

I feel at home when I am with him. :)

How do you title awesome?

I went to bed last night around 1am. Jet lag woke me up at 6am. David didn't want to get out of bed. However, I was wide awake so I got up and made us eggs.

Apparently two clicks of pepper is too much for David. In his words "can I get some eggs with the pepper next time?" har.

So we got dressed, and got me in processed. Then we got to eat lunch and we ate at some place where they cook the food in front of you. I've never been to Shogun in the states but I've seen it in Japan. Sucker punch!

After that we ran more errands including getting me a phone. The data plans are WEIRD here. They charge you by the time. Every thirty seconds I get charged 18 Yen. Also, the calling plan is backwards. It's free from 1am to 9pm. Then I get charged 10.5Yen per 30sec as well. But I have a feeling I can make it work.

After that we came home and watched "Game of Thrones" and relaxed. What a great day.

Mazeltov

So I made it safely to Okinawa last night. Immediately the humidity and the heat hit me, and I got in at 9pm local time. Now, I was wearing a pretty slutty blue dress, made of a layer of cotton thinner than most of my tshirts. Luckily, my inner "I am not a tramp" kicked in and I kept pulling down my dress. But I still was walking down to the baggage claim the most awkwardly

So I get my bags, and walk out. There is Dave with a bouquet of flowers: lilies, roses, and some third flower I don't remember. Boy knows me well. (I recently got a huge side tattoo with a rose and a lily. We make out appropriately, and head out to the car.

I promptly go to the drivers side since its on the passenger side of a normal car. David laughs at me because EVERYONE does that. We start driving home and David asks me if it freaks me out that everyone is driving backwards. It didnt, because we were following other cars so I felt safe. It was when we turned into the left side of the street I minorly freaked out.

We get home and reacquaint ourselves then I shower because I was GROSS from the traveling and airport running.

Internet, I live in a MANSION of an apartment. Three bedrooms of awesomeocity. I'll go into depth on that in a future post.

I feel MARRIED. I mean, sure I was married in April. But now I actually feel it. I have a house with my husband, and a car with my husband, and little else but it is all with my HUSBAND! Makes me SOOO happy. I think I fell asleep smiling.

Airport Sightings

So far today, I have woken up, and changed, and was dropped off at the airport. Kid you not, I have only been here 48 min and here is what I have seen.
1: uncle sam's shoes
2: jumpsuit from the 90's
3: a gorgeous sunrise
4: someone lost a cell phone
5: a near heart attack because of her obesity and she couldn't make it up the ramp.

I haven't even boarded. Keep tuned for an updated list.

6: golden gate bridge at 10,000 feet
7: man poundin the door because his flight's gate doors were closed

Made it to Tokyo.
8: customs line that took me a good half hour to get through.
9: an Asian couple who didn't have a clue what personal space was
10: a family with two small kids who cried the entire 10 hour flight
11: Tokyo security has a nifty machine where you put your water bottle in it and it tells the security agents whether or not your water is dangerous and can blow up the plane.
12: airport fountain water sets this machine off

The Home Stretch

So it is less than 24 hours until I board that plane to see my husband. I was discussing this with Sarah With A H, and here is what I told her.

The hardest part about being this close to being reunited with someone is that all you want to do the day before is sleep, because it passes the time.

But then you know you can't.

And the hard part about being separated this long and being so close to being reunited is that you start to miss the small things. Holding hands. Smiling at each other randomly. Waking up to their face. Smelling the smell of them leaving the shower. Deciding what to do for lunch.

I am so excited to be able to just hug him again.

Waiting.

So I had the opportunity to be with David by now. Now that it's only 2 days until I see him, I am glad I didn't leave yet. I mean, I miss him so much right now, but I am glad I waited. Here's why.

1: I got to see Cuzzo get married. I spent the whole day filled with complete joy for him and his bride.
2: I got to see my great grandfather every day of my trip to Wisconsin
3: I celebrated my great grandfather's 90th birthday. he's been looking forward to this birthday since he turne 83.
4: there is a small chance I may never see him again, especially if his leg never heals.
5: I got to see my Great Aunt, and she is getting old as well, and isn't in the best of health. I may never see her again either.
6: I got to meet one of Dave's friends who I hear about occasionally, and who has helped me get through a rough patch with my parents.
7: I got to come spend 4th of July with my cousins
8: Sold Pickles. Found out he had more wrong with him than I originally thought.
9: I got more out of Pickles than I thought I was going to get.
10: I got to drink with cousins I had talked about drinking with since before I moved back to the US

So David has been complaining (and understandably so) that I could be in Japan by now, but because of all those reasons I am glad I didn't leave on the 4th. Especially since I was originally going to be there on the 14th. I may not be there 10 days early, but I am still arriving a week earlier. In the grand scheme of a lifetime, three days won't make a huge difference. Sarah With A H told me that one and I think she's right.

4th of July

Happy Birthday America!

Although to be fair, I never really understood why we celebrated our independence on the 4th of July. Yes, that's when the Declaration was signed. Yes, it started the Revolutionary War. But the war didn't end until September 3, 1781, a full 7 years later.

That's 7 years of fighting for our freedom, but we don't celebrate on the 3rd of September. Sure, the 4th of July is nice because that is right in the start of summer...and fireworks and barbecuing is much better in the summer.

In fact, there are speculations that the document itself wasn't signed on the 4th.

I am all for a random day off. But I just never got why we would celebrate the start of the war. However, take this day and thank a veteran or active soldier. It's because of them back in 1776 we get to have our freedom.

Things I've learned on my trip

1: you cannot pack the morning of
2: kids will always lose SOMETHING
3: never take Benedryl at 1am and expect to be functioning properly at 5am
4: your brain can correct itself 4 times and still not get it right
5: cherry pitters are questionable items for TSA
6: you need food in your stomach to fly. Or take Benedryl.
7: Minneapolis has a tram
8: it also has a HUGE parking garage
9: moving sidewalks are just as much fun as escalators to a five year old.
10: my husband reads my blog daily, and harasses me when I don't update. This one's for you David.

Damn Birds

My poor feet, Internet. My poor poor feet. The state birds got ahold of my right foot, and had their feast. I have 10 bites on my right foot. And one on my left. And I guess I am still allergic to them. In fact, I squeezed a fair amount of juice out of one, and the swelling therefore has gone down just a little for that bite.

The mindless, repetitive squeezing took my mind off the itch, if at least for a few minutes.

I hate Mosquitos.

Lake Monsters

Well yesterday was my cousin's wedding. Cuzzo was always my favorite cousin, as he was two years older, more shy and didn't fight for attention. You can't compete for attention when your other cousin water skis in a banana suit.

But my fondest memory of Cuzzo was right after my great grandma died. He and I spent the night at my great grandpa's house and stayed up talking much later than other kids in the house. I remember he and I playing Chess. We both were talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. I think he said he wanted to be an engineer. I don't know what I thought I wanted to do, but I am sure it isn't what I am doing now.

So his wedding was something I was greatly looking forward to. It was a gorgeous ceremony, and her dress was fantastically gorgeous.

Today was the gift opening party, and was nice. However, it has been several years since I frequented the lake. So I don't know anyone.

I was discussing this with my mom. I don't know what happened, but somehow I stopped being as outgoing. I don't know if it was my freshman year or what, but I am just not as social. It doesn't help that there were about 75 people up there.

So put me in a place where there are 75 new people and it's like being surrounded by monsters. The people are really nice, but horribly unpredictable. I don't know who is whose cousin, or if I will ever see them again. I don't know if I will even remember them in two weeks.

So, it was quite an interesting day.

Self

You know, sometimes you just want to be left alone but you know you shouldn't be. Your mind is too active, too dark, too angry.

Your plans didn't work out, your goals were not met. You did things you swore you'd never do. Some of them were the best decisions of your life. But even the best decisions can change who you are and what you thought you wanted to be.

Looking back, I wouldn't make any choices differently, except maybe quit my job and move to Japan to be with my husband sooner.

Maybe I wouldn't have wasted so much damn time with computers.

Now I am $40k in debt and no idea who I wanna be when I grow up.

My Hopeful Heart Melted

So I was visiting my great grandpa in the hospital and noticed something that nearly made me cry. My grandpa was wearing his wedding ring. My great grandma has been dead for 11 years. For 11 years that man continued to wear his ring as a constant reminder of the wife he pledged to love for eternity.

I know lots of men who do not wear their rings. But my husband is not one. I can only hope that should I pass, my husband would love me just as much where his great grand child could see the eternal love he has for me.

I saw that ring, and my hopeful heart melted.

Letter to My Town

Dear Town I live in,
You need a small vacation to Wisconsin for a lesson in Summer. Today in Wisconsin it was 90*, and slightly humid. I had nearly forgotten we had Global Warming while living there, since the other week it was 40* and rainy. That is not the definition of summer. Heat is one of the key ingredients of summer. Other areas have temps of over 100*.

But the most important thing you can learn from Wisconsin regarding Summer is that the sun shone. Yes. You can do that. After all the clouds, I had forgotten the sun had even existed.

The ONLY thing that you can do correctly regarding Summer is that you don't have Mosquitos. For that, you get one bonus point. Wisconsin's state bird is the mosquito, or so my grandfather says.

Please learn your shit. This summer has been a sad excuse of a season.
Love,
Alyssa

Some people's children

I had a couple flights today since I flew out to Wisconsin. On my first flight, a woman stands behind me and asked the flight attendant in a snooty manner if the two seats were together. The flight attendant said that the seats were together, across the aisle. Apparently it was not close enough for this woman. "I WILL NOT FLY DELTA EVER AGAIN!!!" she screamed.

Seriously lady, you are like 40 years old. Throwing a temper tantrum because your seats together weren't together enough?

She was under the impression that just because she was traveling with a small child (which I never saw) that she got adjacent seats? Lady?! You're on a fucking airplane. All you gotta do is make sure your kid doesn't run off the plane until the cabin doors close. It not like "Red Eye" occurs ever.

Some people's children.

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

Hey there Internet.
I am thinking I am going to revamp the blog here. As you may have noticed, I have pretty much left out Things We Say for a while. Part of the reason is that I just don't get out and here things anymore because I didn't have friends and didn't go to bars.

Well. Since I am leaving my few friends here, and am going to go off to house wife it up, I thought I would convert the blog to a newlywed blog, telling the trials and tribulations of moving across the globe and adjusting to living with a new spouse.

I will still periodically add things I hear which are ridiculous. But probably not for a while. Lol.

House wifing

Blurb my brain:
Since the dawn of wife-ing, more properly spelled as wifing, women have been learning how to properly cook and clean and launder. After all, we women should never leave the kitchen unless it be to follow the husband to the bedroom. (kidding)

But as of late, I had been reflecting on my knowledge of cooking, and decided while I am content with my cooking habits, I should probably expand my knowledge to more than frozen pizzas, Mac and Cheese, chicken breasts, and pork chops.

So since I didn't leave for Wisconsin like I thought I was supposed to on Saturday, I began my apprenticeship with my mother. I drew up a list of my favorite meals when I am home and pestered her for the recipes.

I now have a book full of recipes, and am SUPER excited to start being a housewife for David in two weeks.

Fake Flying Fork

Blurb my brain:
Greetings from the same damn place I was last night. Funny story.

I get to the airport at 1210, because my flight left for Minneapolis at 130. I stand in the line of 20 people, and they get to me and I do the self check in desk. I enter my itinerary number and they tell me that they can't find me. So the agent comes over, grabs my ID and tries to look me up. "you're not booked on this flight" BUT MY HUSBAND BOOKED ME FOR TODAY, the 23rd! Sorry. Just a second I am gonna log in and see what i can find.

*meanwhile* I am texting David saying "wtf is going on with this, dear" AND I am calling Expedia.

*suddenly* "LMFAO babe you don't fly out til the 26th. You dont leave til Tuesday."

#embarassed

So I called my mom to pick me up again. Whatever. Lol. Luckily the only one who will likely see me again is the agent. Maybe he won't remember me in 3 days.

I tell my Twinsie this story, and she proceeds to call me a dork.

Except Twinsie's phone autocowrecks EVERYTHING. So the message came out "oh! Sweetheart! You're a fork but I love you. Yes. Fork."

So I thought I was goig to be a flying fork. I was just a fake.

Friends

Blurb My Brain:
Internet, my husband and I may not agree on some things. But there is one we are definitely in agreement on: friends and family are everything.

I won't get into the aspect of family, as that I'd say is self explanatory.

However, I personally value friendship just as equally as family. In many ways, my friends are the family I never had. I have sisters and brothers and mothers who are not blood. But I will do just about everything for them.

We loaned a friend a substantial amount of money, to pay her deposit on a place she has been needing for months. I of course cleared it with David first, and set a payment plan with her, but I had no problem helping her. She thanked me profusely, and told me she has to help me in the future to pay me back. Honestly, I told her, she's already done so much for me.

The best part is, they don't see what all they have done. It's not their fault, they just haven't seen the me before them.

To genuinely say you have people who will take care of you, and simply because you're part of the pack...words can't describe. I am not sad I am leaving my town. I am sad I am leaving them behind.

Another life lesson learned.

Perpetual exhaustion

Blurb my brain:
I know I said I was tired before. You would think since I stopped taking my painkiller I would have cut this exhaustion crap.

Bonus of being so tired is that your brain is too lazy to be thinking. I have a lot on my mind lately, so this is definitely an added trait.

But I wish I could stop yawning.

And have a nacho burrito from taco bell. Mmmmmm.

Hump day

Blurb my brain:
So all day I thought it was Thursday. Nothing messes up your entire last week of work like it being Wednesday. I was all excited to wear jeans. And have it be my last day. And not really care about callers.

It's my senioritis of work. Workingitis. I just don't want to work.

And my computer at work feels the same way. It rebooted for over an hour today. So I guess I cant complain that i got paid for 8 hours of work when I only worked 7. Still. Between that and my health, David was right...I should have quit last week.

Being a teenager

Blurb my brain:
Well after I posted the last one, I got seen by an awesome doctor. He asked if I wanted to skip work and he wrote me a pass for a day of work release. After all, you can't talk if you can't talk. Then as the nurse was getting the prescription written, my ear infection got significantly worse and I felt as though someone were stabbing my ear drum. She got me the drops to help kill the pain temporarily and I left the hospital.

Then I went to Walgreens to fill my prescription bc they were open at 1130. There was a woman at the pharmacy who had a pretty severe sunburn. The pharmacist was helping her choose the right kind of aloe and gives her a bottle of the green stuff. This dumb woman then proceeds to ask about other stupid questions about sunburns.

Meanwhile my ear is exploding. Or it sure felt like it. I start moaning, the pharmacist sees I am in pain, and shoos the idiot away. He begins filling my drugs and I remember Walgreens doesn't take my insurance. Well whatever, I am going to just eat the $30 and take the drugs. He fills them super fast, and I practically pop them in the store.

That was the last of the pain, but not the end of the story. This particular drug I am on for pain, it is an opiate.

Strange dreams.

But more than that, I am tired ALL THE TIME. I have slept about 14 hours a day since taking these things. I feel like a teenager again. All I want to do is sleep! The worst part is, i wake up with a headache because all I do is sleep.

Tomorrow I go back to work, and just hope that I can stay awake the whole time.

Fuck you rain

Blurb my brain:
So the other day it was like 40* and pouring rain in my town. Conveniently it was the day after my movers came and took my rain jacket. I went out on my lunch break and went to get something to eat. As I stepped outside, the torrential rain combined with the gust of wind and landed a fat rain drop into my ear. I tried to shake it out but I guess I didn't get it. I am currently sitting with 8 other families in the emergency room. I have the ear infection.

To be fair, I havent had an ear infection since we first got to Germany, 4 years ago. At least I know the warning signs and decided to get to the ER before the pain is unbearable.

All this would be fine and dandy, except I also don't have a voice.

Wednesday (same day as the rain drop incident) I started having a sore throat. By the end of my shift, I sounded like I had been smoking for 20 years. The next morning my voice was gone but I still trudged into work. They had plenty of busy work for me, so I spent 6 hours off the phones. The next day I regained my voice by about half, and I worked the whole day on the phones. By the end of my shift on Friday I felt as though I could never speak again. Then today I woke up and didn't have a voice in any way shape or form. Hard to call in without a voice. But I got to work and the boss sent me home. I went home, slept, got some lunch, saw Madagascar 3, and then went back to sleep.

Cue the ear pain and the decision to go to the Emergency Room.

David says I need to buy a new immune system.

So I am chilling here, face mask (bc of the coughing) which I have deemed the human cone of shame and all. Yay.

Awake is the hard part

I am in bed. You're near. Legs intertwined. Noses brushing. Warm air on our lips. Hearts pounding. Calmness washes over me. My muscles relax. We may just be laying here but the feeling of comfort is unshakeable.

For a brief instant, oceans disappeared. Time jumped. And I only had you.

I daydream all the time, often recreating events and rewriting history. But I have never experienced such a dream while half way between conscious and unconscious. Why does that feel more real than when I am awake?

At the same time, however, the realization that it isn't reality is crushing. The realization it isn't true brings the oceans back into place. Have you felt the force of an ocean dropping into place? Have you felt the hands of time grind backwards?

I miss my husband.

Whine and Dine

Blurb my brain:
You know the hardest part of being a military whatever? Doing every day chores while your partner is gone.

Seriously, I made the bed and nearly started crying because "if David were here, I would have had this bed made in 10 minutes instead of 30."

Related: if David were here, he could help me decide what to throw out before the move.

Related: if David were here, I could make him do the dishes with me.

Related: if David were here, he could pick me up from the bar. (ok so this isn't a chore)

In all seriousness though, he has been on my mind all week. I am finally sick of living on my own. I want to feel married again. :/ I want someone to drink the bottle of wine with me. I want someone to cook dinner for besides myself.

One does not simply pack ahead of time

Blurb my brain:
So little known fact: Moving is stressful. Also, summer is peak moving time. In the last 3 weeks I have helped move three people, not including myself. I am lucky in that all I have to pack is everything I don't want packed. Lol. My movers come in 2 weeks and I am really ready for them.

I literally have my suitcases packed.

The only problem with this is that I don't actually leave the country for another 60 days.

So in the mean time, I have to keep all my clothes clean in the next two weeks. What? Not happening. Sorry.

Also, as is my life, I have been making a TON of friends now that I am leaving the country in a month and change.

One girl, whom I will dub Twinsie, is basically everything that I ever wanted to be if I had time. And no job. And money. She loves playing video games. She sews. She's a makeup artist. She draws. I would be lying if I didn't say I am addicted to her awesomeness.

The other girl, who I will dub Mellow Yellow, is very relaxed and fun. Buy she also plays well with my quirky side. She's a friend of my cousin, and I love being around her because it's such a different experience.

Of course neither drinks. Lol. But that's not something I am willing to give up at this point.

Oh, and it's also my birthday. So there's that too.

Light Chicken

Blurb my brain:
Today I invented a new game. This one isn't as much fun as the last game I invented (Drunk Dishes...more on that later). But I think it is the only thing keeping me alive on my drive at night. This game is called light chicken.

The concept is really easy. Both you and the guy opposite of you (going head on) are driving in the pitch black. You both have your bright lights on. You can see the guy coming around the corner. Now play chicken. First one to turn off your brights loses.

I developed this game because assholes in my parents town would keep their brights on even though I am clearly A: a car and not a ghost B: am not a ghost car and therefore are operated by a human and C: humans need to see to fucking drive.

Take that assholes of the world. I will no longer lose a game of light chicken.

Gingers. Gross.

Blurb my brain:
Yeah, I went to a local bar last night. I sat there and it was nice to drink a beer and people watch. My mistake was that I had only 2 hours of sleep the night prior. So I got pretty drunk pretty quickly. I met a ginger and he and I went to another bar that was downtown.

I can't tell you how fun that was. It was nice talking and having a conversation. But this ginger guy told me how attracted to other gingers he was. I laughed at him, because gingers REPULSE me. I often repulse myself. We are an ugly people.

In fact, David sent me an email with a picture of a group of gingers and my reply was simply: I hate you.

Ninja Curbs

Blurb my brain:
Went to see Avengers today with bus buddy. And we decided to walk to the theater and back. Bus Buddy got attacked by a ninja curb. It was glorious. Do you ever wonder where those came from? How do you always trip on Ninja Curbs when you are walking with friends? Anyway, thought it was funny.

Destination Anticipation

Blurb my brain:
When I was in band camp, my teacher would talk about how we could do one more set before we were allowed to go to a bathroom break. Inevitably the entire band would rush through the set so we could use the bathroom. My teacher always told us it was pee anticipation. We would be fine until we saw the bathroom break. Then as we got closer and closer to the break the faster we would speed up. Then the need to pee would just further intensify as we approached the bathroom and the stalls. Then we are dancing in the stalls as we undid our pants and stuff.

This weekend I have found that the same thing applies to driving while tired. You start a 2 hour drive, all pumped and ready to drive. Then 1.5 hours later you're so exhausted you contemplate pulling over. Then you are about 5 miles away from home and all you can think about is how badly you want to lay down.

Destination Anticipation sucks.

Cruise control

Blurb My Brain:
Do you know why cruise control was invented? I will tell you why. To piss people off. Namely, the people who use it. I went to Visit a cousin this weekend and because Pickles griped about the 2hr car ride last time, David told me to rent a car. I tell them I wanted cheap. They offered me a compact car. I show up, sign the paperwork, get the keys....and it's a 4Runner. That thing is NOT compact. If it stands 7 feet tall, it's not compact.

Anyway, this thing has cruise control. I don't want to get pulled over so I set it to a nice 65 for the 60mph zone. I see that there is a string of cars ahead of me. They also appear to be going 65. Then suddenly I am gaining on them. So I slow it down to 60. We continue to go 60. Then all of a sudden they zoom ahead. Back to 65 I go. Cruise control does not work when in a string of cars.

Pisses me off. If you're gonna drive 65, stay at 65. Or use cruise. Ugh.

Jabber jawing

Blurb my brain:
I have never hated work as much as I do today. It isn't even the customers. Today they are actually pretty easy. But I think it is the combination of me getting up at 4am, leaving David, catching two flights, cab ride and being at work all before 11am was the start of it.

My jaw doesn't feel much better. That's the other reason why today sucks. The swelling has gone down, my mouth has nearly full movement again, but my jaw is just SO sore.

Like I said, today's been a slow day. But I am still talking about 3 times as much as I have all weekend, and it is wearing me out. My poor jaw.

Shit is biological as well

Blurb my brain:
Yeah, typical of my biological father. Takes a joyous occasion and turns it weird. My biological father has been trying to re-enter my life since I turned 16. He'd stalk me on the Internet, and send me messages. Every time I would tell him to get lost, go away, I am not interested. He never understood it, so I decided just to stop replying.

Well almost a year later he sends me a message congratulating me on my union.

Fuck. Now he knows my name, and that I am married. Is this piece of shit going to congratulate me on every life event? Is he gonna tell me how happy he is for me when our first child is born? Will he congratulate me on my first house? Tell me how cute our first dog is? I hope to all heaven he won't.

Chuck, and you can and will read this, because you stalk me. Please take the hint. And it's a very blunt and straightforward hint: leave me the fuck alone, I don't want anything to do with you.

Marriage causes cancer

Blurb My Brain:
Well, I am officially Mrs. David. Ok, so I can't say his last name as part of practicing good Air Force Wife-dom. We got married on Saturday. The wedding day was so nice. It was sunny, about 60 degrees, and a slight breeze.

And when we went to get my medical clearance starting with the dental, I had to be denied. I had a pigmented lesion on the inside of my right cheek. The dentist wouldn't clear me until I were free.

David called my pigmented lesion Klaus. Because its evil and may be cancerous.

So Thursday I had Klaus removed. Then David packed me into the car, all drugged up on Percocet and we drove to Montana. Been married only 4 days and already I have cancer.

But yesterday was our reception in Montana, and my cheek was stitched up. David had it just as bad. My poor husband had a stomach virus. He spent most of the day on the toilet while my mother in law and I decorated for the reception.

Today is the hell day though. My cheek this morning was so swollen I had to use my finger to pull my cheek away from my teeth enough to close my mouth. Ice pack on, and pain meds in the body, I think I may survive.

What a great first week of marriage, eh?

Maids of Honors, brides, grooms, and maids, and men

Blurb my brain:
You don't know this, but I get married in a couple days. Therefore a TON of people are coming in town. My maid of honor arrived Sat, and my bridesmaid just arrived today, and my final bridesmaid arrives in two days. Fiancé's half arrives later in the week.

It's all coming up so fast. I can't hardly believe that the days until my wedding can be counted on one hand.

I keep getting asked if I am getting the cold feet people sometimes get before the big day. And I can honestly say I am not. It's a weird feeling to be going through, because after you have been with someone for a couple years you find things kind of fall into that realm. But it's still very different. I will be marrying this man, and he will be my man and I his woman for eternity.

Fiancé's been pretty awesome as of late anyway. He has been cleaning the new apartment and cooking and grocery shopping and buying things for around the apartment. I am not really a material girl, and often get angry when he buys me (even practical) things.

So cold feet? Not in the least. Weirded out that I will be a misses? Yes. But as weirded out as I am, I truly am excited to be married and have a husband to go home to. :)

Murder by Death

Blurb my brain:
Yeah, so I bought tickets to see a show 3 hours away with the fiancé. He really is the greatest person in the world. He drove to pick me up, and drove me back to see a band he's never heard. Granted he didn't pay for the tickets. But I still had a blast.

A band called Brass Monkey played first and they had kind of a Murder By Death and Decemberists mix to them. I enjoyed them but they played forever! It was like an hour and a half that they were on stage. I went through a beer and a vodka red bull by the time they left the stage.

Then Los Vigilantes took the stage, and it was a totally different feeling. They are more punkrock, and sang in Spanish because they were from Puerto Rico. One of the band members even said that this was the highest they have ever been. The only bad part of their performance is that they started a hipster mosh pit and Fiancé kept having to fling hippies. That was very funny. (by the way, my phone autocorrected "hippies" to "hippos" which sent me into a rant about how completely opposite those two things are) But the lead singer stopped and took out his knife and threatened the mosh pit for hurting the girls around them.

Then Murder By Death was up. They started with Kentucky Bourbon and then went to As Long As There Is Whiskey In The World. I don't remember what was next, but they eventually played Fuego! In which I almost raped Fiancé. If you've never heard Murder By Death, listen to the above mentioned songs and you'd see why. His voice is so deep it makes my panties all hot and in a bunch. So I continued recording the show and ended up using the remaining space on my phone. I ran out of room in Brother, which pissed me off because I was recording it for my brother.

Fiancé did not enjoy the show. But I had an absolutely fantastic time. I had been waiting so long to see Murder By Death. My ex got me into them my sophomore year in high school and i never got to see them since they aren't a very famous band. They don't tour very many cities. The show was just so high energy, and so much fun, and so much what I expected it to be.

I am a very satisfied Alyssa. :)

Cities are not runner friendly

Blurb my brain:
Living in the city is so weird and amazing. I mean, now I can WALK to work. I walk at least 2 miles every day, because I live exactly one mile from work, and I walk home on my lunch break to pick up Pickles.
But this morning I decided to try running outside to see how it would feel. It sucked. First, I am out of shape. Stupid Mt Dews. Second, the light systems are NOT jogger friendly. I think I hit every single red light. Third, I am pretty sure I was the only one who was running downtown.

But it was still eye opening. I think tomorrow I am going to run the opposite direction and see how much that sucks and pick the lesser of two evils.

Now with even more average

Blurb my brain:

So I moved into my own apartment on Saturday. No one was more shocked than my parents. I didn't intend to anger them but that's one of my talents I guess. On the plus side, I absolutely love it. It's a studio, and fairly spacious. I have about 8 feet from the foot of my bed to the start of the kitchen. I just absolutely love it. I spent most of today unpacking and tidying up. I am also a little lonely though. It's nice to be on my own, but I miss my brothers already. I miss my parents in a weird way, even though they aren't talking to me. I miss doing normal things like going out to eat. Or eating mom's crazy vegetarian dishes.

Still, I am glad I moved out. It was time for this average Alyssa to be a little more average adult. I just wish I had left on slightly better terms.

The people who can't have sex

Blurb my brain:
You ever have people in life you know that you just can't imagine getting down and dirty? I don't go around picturing everyone boning each other I swear. But I was just thinking of a particular couple I know, and how I am determined they do not have sex. The man is just too proper, and the woman is just too nerdy. How would sex be for them? "hey. So. Um. I will spread my legs and you wiggle on top of me" "why that sounds awkward! But I suppose we could give it a go."

I promise this is the first time I have imagined other people having sex (Fiancé and I get down all the time in my head, which I guess is more normal). Or rather, not having it. But it just made me giggle.

A long way

Blurb my brain:
Well average army, I have had a realization that I have come a long way in the last couple years.

My first example is that I no longer equate an entire emotional relationship to any inanimate objects. Gone are the days I would cry over a styrofoam cup, because "he threw me away like he did that cup", or having an infatuation with someone because they sat next to me.

Gone are the days of unemployment. Gone are the days of living off my parents (I still live with them).

Gone are the days I thought I couldn't run. I couldn't do cardio. I couldn't have a killer body.

Things are looking up.

Pee Green in America

Blurb my brain:
Germany: I miss you.
America: you suck.

I went out for St Patricks Day and it was my first time going to an American bar with people my age. At least in Germany, not all the girls were dressed as skanks. At least in Germany, people all intermingle, and talking with a stranger at the bar doesn't give you strange looks. Ugh.

I still had fun, but I just don't like the way American bar's environment is.

Firsts, part 3

Blurb my brain:
So after I met with the DJ, I called the photographer and hashed out a wedding day timeline. It was funny because he was telling me we could do prewedding pics there at the church, located on campus. I tried telling him as politely as possible that I didn't want to have my wedding pictures on a campus that I didn't go to. We got that out of the way. Another thing down for the wedding.

Then I stopped by he hair place because the stylist had a sinus infection. Got my hair done anyway, which was awesome! I got dark brown streaks. It was my first time dying my hair and as scared as I was that it would turn out crazy dark, it was super cute!

Firsts, pt 2

Blurb my brain:
Much to the thanks of Fiancé I am writing this. He was harassing me last night about it. Lame.

Anyway, so I met with the DJ. I was running about half an hour late, drive like a bat out of hell, hit every red light. I show up and the DJ asks me for the worksheet for him. I open the TOME of a wedding planner I have. I don't have it. I somehow left it somewhere. I apologize profusely. He attempts to still be productive. I was so flustered, i wonder how much good i was doing. Then I show him the room the reception is going to be in and then thank him. I book out of there and call the photographer.

Firsts, pt 1

Blurb my brain:
So today was my day of for Saturday. I was going to get Pickles fixed again, meet with the DJ, meet with the hair dude, going away party for Spokane friend. What I actually did was get Pickles fixed, rush to meet the DJ, call the photographer, run into the mall, get hair dyed, babysat, chatted with Fiancé and cleaned my room a bit.

I wanna go back and tackle all of these but I am too tired to think. So I leave you with a cliffhanger. A cliffhanger so long it's basically anchored into the cliff with steel beams.

Sorry if you don't get that metaphor.

I took Pickles to get his stupid starter repaired the other day. While the technician was looking at the starter apparently he said that the valve cover needed replacing. Waited patiently for my refund to come in. Today was the day that satisfied the requirements.

So he got that today, much to my dismay. Bye bye tax refund.

Part two continues tomorrow.

Dreary days are the best

Blurb My Brain:
So you are aware, today has been the best day ever. Well certainly compared to the more recent ones. The morning meeting at the butt crack of dawn was not that bad. I actually learned something. I also got a nice caffeine break with a coworker. And I got a lunch break with Bus Buddy. And my first call of the day the gentleman said I had a pretty name. Then I had a god rest o the day. Found out that one of my favorite bands will be in a neighboring state and the tickets are only $12. So Fiancé is going with me.

Now I am only hoping that my car is still in the garage and not towed away. Lol.

New ideas

Blurb my brain:
I think I am going to create a new blog, based off a conversation with Sarah. This will be a "shit said at work" blog, and will feature not only things my coworkers say, but also what my clients say. I will assign random numbers to people so names are not used.

I think it would be a great tool to show you all why I hate people, and why I should never work in customer service.

Fat America and Skinny Alyssa

Blurb my brain:
I have been discovered guys. A Stranger has contacted me with a slight business request. Before you shout stranger danger, it's just a picture. Not a dirty pic jeez! You are such a pervert.

Anyway, look at the infographic shown below, and tell me what you think?

As you guys know, I am pretty involved in my fitness. I workout every day. I've lost 20 pounds since the new year, and dropped over 8 inches in my body. I have even started building my 6-pack, which I never thought I would get to. I had resigned myself to having a curvy body with a slightly rounded stomach. Now it's at the same place where 6 months ago would be me sucking in.

Which is why I decided to help the stranger out. Look at the image below and tell me your thoughts. You can email me, fb me, write on the wall of the fb page. Just give me your thoughts.

Final weeks

Blurb my brain:
I was talking to a friend about my wedding woes and she told me I needed a drink. I told her it would have to wait until the next Friday I have that isn't followed with a busy Saturday.

Then I promptly realized that isn't going to happen until after the wedding, as the following is taking place:
Next weekend, work.
Following weekend, maybe a small opportunity for alcoholic consumption
Following weekend: photoshoot
Following weekend: Easter.
Following weekend: wedding.

I don't like stressing out over things, Internet. I had anxiety disorder. It isn't fun. And while it isn't fun, the doctor taught me how to timeline everything so I take a step back and realize that the scariest of things aren't scary when you do this. I know that big tasks take a lot of time and effort but I have developed the ability to not freak out.

I still freak about money. :/ I think that's something that is inevitable though.

Like stress before a wedding.

But I have to say, that even if we didn't elope, Fiancé and I are handling the wedding stress quite well. I have only had one major freak out, and we've only had 3 fights about the wedding. Lol. Granted this last fight was pretty severe, at least in my opinion. But I went to bed no longer angry.

If I could go back and do it all over again, my wedding would be done slightly different. But I can say one thing would not change: I am very excited to be marrying Fiancé. At this point I wish it were over with, but only because I am so filled with excitement to get my next chapter started.

Bridal Problems.

Blurb My Brain:
So I was supposed to have my ring today. Apparently "rushed" is 2 weeks. And also I guess that rushed means "ok not to make shipment date." especially when it was "rushed" because they messed up and sized it wrong in the first place. Blows my mind. But I am pretty chill, and didn't want to be Bridezilla, since working in customer service I know that it doesn't change anything.

So then I show up to my 14:30 appointment at David's bridal for my final fitting for my dress. And they didn't have my name in the appt book. Even though the ticket had today's date and 14:30 on the dress.

So they shoo me off into the other room. I shimmy into the dress, the lady shows mom how to lace me up. I notice I only have one veil. Practice kneeling and sitting. Take off the dress. Tell lady about the veil. She checks the receipt and sees that 3 items were there so we got another veil, signed for the dress and completely forgot to pick up the third and final bridesmaid dress.

Well, guess I'll be driving back out tomorrow.

That awkward moment

Blurb my brain:
That awkward moment when the most social person in the office becomes a hermit. That awkward moment when you can't wait for new people so you can have someone to talk to. That awkward moment when you are sure the next three months are going to be hell.

Hate is a strong word, but I really do hate you

Blurb my brain:
Yeah, I hate 90% of my life.

Pickles decided his starter was dead so there went $275. Then some jerk who didn't know what double yellow lines mean dearly collided with me head on as I came around a blind corner. Then I had to pay $5 for 2 hours of parking. Then my very first call of the day was over an hour in research. Then the rest of the day pretty much went downhill from there. Well, actually the day was already digging into a hole. It ended with a customer calling right before closing to do one of the most lengthy processes we have. I didn't make it out until nearly 920. Just not my day.

I love myself, yeah f*** everyone else

Blurb My Brain:
Omg. So. Tired. I worked Saturday. I get the Wednesday before off when I work Saturday, but that hardly makes up for it. I work late Friday, and I work early Saturday. Then when I got off work I went out to eat and then took my brother to play Lazer Tag. Lots of ramps, and running. Then Sunday I got up early for church. And monday I got up early to go to the gym.

So I am very exhausted. I am exhausted to the point where I drank an energy drink and didn't notice a difference. I am exhausted to the point that my blinks last 2 seconds long.

Oh well.

I am proud of myself though, Internet. I not only went to the gym when I was exhausted, but I RAN THERE. Yeah. Little miss can't run if a lion were chasing me, ran to the gym this morning. I REALLY like this new me, Internet.

Wahhhh

Blurb my brain:
I was so excited for my day off. So excited. I had plans to go do that photo shoot, and get McDonald's, and then meet with the church, and instead I had to reschedule the shoot, cleaned out Pickles, then went to a meeting for the church, changed the Tux colors, and spoke to Fiancé.

I wish my ring were in. I got the two soldered together, so I get to wear it when it comes in. Or maybe I should resist the urge to. I had been wearing a different ring in its place, but it was too tight and so in my sleep I took it off. It's on my bed, trapped between the covers somewhere.

We are in the one of the final countdowns. 45 days left. Then there's 30. Then 10. Then a week. And finally the days before. Naturally the stress is running high. I would be lying if I said I wasn't freaking out. not in the cold feet, backing out way. I am freaking out in the "oh my god I am getting married to someone, oh my god it's right around the corner, oh my god I am going to spend eternity with a single person" kind of way. Not a part of me wants to turn, just for clarification, I just think the reality of it is hitting me. Took me 5 months but I am finally there.

Fiancé is a bit stressed as well, because he is in the final stages of moving. As I told him today, moving is stressful enough without figuring out how to add your new wife into the move. So it's just so weird for both of us to be going insane at the same time. Normally one of us is down to earth.

Odd as it is, it's strangely comforting that we are going through this. Even in the darkest of times, the fire of our love is still burning. It makes me confident I have found the right person to spend forever with.

Bland Nothings

Blurb my brain:
It's been an interesting week. It's really not been interesting. My life has consisted of the usual: wedding, workouts and work. Nothing new or exciting has taken place. I don't expect it to either.

So pick a color. Any color. But don't tell me.

Now a number.

And an animal.

And an action.

And a place.

And an article of clothing.

Bet you didn't think of 17 Teal triceratops doing the Macarena on the moon wearing only a necklace.

Thats all I got, folks.

Excitement.

Blurb My Brain:
I am so very excited guys. I get married in 47 days. I am UNDER 50! Here is all the excitement going on about now:

Yesterday I dropped my ring off at Kay, so they could resize my enhancer. The first time they didn't do it right, because the enhancer didnt fit, and was almost a half inch difference between the bands. They are also going to solder my engagement ring to my enhancer. This makes me so excited because then when it comes in I have nothing more to do with that part of the wedding.

Next week is the photoshoot, which is a part of my gift to Fiancé. I have all the outfits put into a bag, and come Tuesday night I am going to fully pamper my body....and make it presentable for a lingerie shoot. :)

Also next week I meet with the church to discuss the order of the wedding. Which readings, songs, etc are to be chosen. That makes me happy because it's been something I wanted to get out of the way for several weeks.

Then the following weekend is the second dress fitting. This is exciting because I am going to have my mother there, my veil, my flowers, my tiara, my hair (somewhat) done. Pictures and having a day where I feel beautiful sounds like a great idea to me. ;)

After that, a meeting with the DJ is in order. We shall discuss which songs we are going to dance awkwardly to. And of course the heartwarming Daddy/Daughter and Momma/Son dances and Couple Dance. So that's pretty exciting.

After the DJ, I have to reserve a small amount of money (in comparison to to everything else) for the bridesmaid party. We are gonna get pampered. Nails and hair FTW.

Then, I am basically done with the wedding planning, and will have like 3 weeks of excitement (including Easter) until the actual wedding. How. Exciting. Can you believe how far we've come?