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.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
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?
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?
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Getting High
Blurb My Brain:
Did I tell you guys I am suffering from chemical addiction? Its true. It all started last year. I just wanted to be happier and feel more alive.
So I hired a personal trainer, and so began my journey to lose weight. I slowly became addicted to the endorphins.
What?! You thought I was going to say I was addicted to meth? As much as that would explain many posts on this blog, no.
Anyway, my entire life I was told how book smart I was, and how sports was just not my thing. Granted I did break a pinky playing dodgeball. But I believed everyone because when I ran, I didn't make it very far, my face flooded with blood, and often my legs itched. Little did I know then that these were all because I didn't know how to breathe properly, or run correctly. Did you know there's a correct way to run? Yeah. Look it up.
Anyway, so I worked with the trainer, and she kicked my ass into shape. Really. She took a full 8in total off my body. And while I felt better, I had no idea what was in store for me.
I took a 6 month hiatus, because well, I was relocating halfway across the planet. And my confidence crumbled. I didn't really feel healthy, and although I tried to watch what I ate, nothing could compare to the 2.00 per pound salad bar at the commissary.
December I got my membership at the gym near my house. It's literally a mile away. It's a small gym, maybe 35 machines total, has two racquetball courts, and a ballet room. It's a great little place to keep in shape, although nothing like the gym in Germany, which was at least 5 times the size.
I have been running on the treadmill and doing cardio nearly every day since December. I took a 2 week break when David's bridal told me not to lose any more. But then I decided I didn't care, I love the way I feel. Now, I am pleased to announce that I am only 2.6 pounds away from being the same weight I was my Junior Year in high school. I guarantee that I have more muscle than fat than when I was a junior. I also guarantee my stomach is more flat and toned than then. I also guarantee that I feel so much sexier than I did back then (and although it's gross to think this way, at 16, I felt like the whole straight male race was after me).
Sometimes it sucks to drag yourself out of bed, but just go to the gym. And don't be intimidated. That girl who looks like she shouldn't go to the gym because she is so fit may just have the same story as me. I am proud of myself, and you can be too.
Did I tell you guys I am suffering from chemical addiction? Its true. It all started last year. I just wanted to be happier and feel more alive.
So I hired a personal trainer, and so began my journey to lose weight. I slowly became addicted to the endorphins.
What?! You thought I was going to say I was addicted to meth? As much as that would explain many posts on this blog, no.
Anyway, my entire life I was told how book smart I was, and how sports was just not my thing. Granted I did break a pinky playing dodgeball. But I believed everyone because when I ran, I didn't make it very far, my face flooded with blood, and often my legs itched. Little did I know then that these were all because I didn't know how to breathe properly, or run correctly. Did you know there's a correct way to run? Yeah. Look it up.
Anyway, so I worked with the trainer, and she kicked my ass into shape. Really. She took a full 8in total off my body. And while I felt better, I had no idea what was in store for me.
I took a 6 month hiatus, because well, I was relocating halfway across the planet. And my confidence crumbled. I didn't really feel healthy, and although I tried to watch what I ate, nothing could compare to the 2.00 per pound salad bar at the commissary.
December I got my membership at the gym near my house. It's literally a mile away. It's a small gym, maybe 35 machines total, has two racquetball courts, and a ballet room. It's a great little place to keep in shape, although nothing like the gym in Germany, which was at least 5 times the size.
I have been running on the treadmill and doing cardio nearly every day since December. I took a 2 week break when David's bridal told me not to lose any more. But then I decided I didn't care, I love the way I feel. Now, I am pleased to announce that I am only 2.6 pounds away from being the same weight I was my Junior Year in high school. I guarantee that I have more muscle than fat than when I was a junior. I also guarantee my stomach is more flat and toned than then. I also guarantee that I feel so much sexier than I did back then (and although it's gross to think this way, at 16, I felt like the whole straight male race was after me).
Sometimes it sucks to drag yourself out of bed, but just go to the gym. And don't be intimidated. That girl who looks like she shouldn't go to the gym because she is so fit may just have the same story as me. I am proud of myself, and you can be too.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Entering a new age
Blurb my brain:
So I got a Kindle. And I am so excited to use it. It's the Kindle Keyboard, with E-ink. I can't tell you how cool it is. Seriously. It's black and white which is whatever. And the screen flashes when you turn the page cause the ink has to reset itself. But this is seriously one of the coolest devices I have ever held in my hand. Technology, Army, Technology.
There is a huge drawback though. You can't convert your physical hard copies to kindle format. Disheartening to say the very least. I mean, how am I gonna use my brand new Kindle Keyboard when I have the ENTIRE Inheritance series by Christopher Paolini in physical form to read?
So, once I finish that series, I have Tue blood to read. I am so excited.
Also, related side note: I was told today that "I could see you reading a book about dragons and elves and dwarves and whatnot." Do I really come across as the fantasy-nerd type to people? Can they tell I wish I had more free time at home so I could play Skyrim?
So I got a Kindle. And I am so excited to use it. It's the Kindle Keyboard, with E-ink. I can't tell you how cool it is. Seriously. It's black and white which is whatever. And the screen flashes when you turn the page cause the ink has to reset itself. But this is seriously one of the coolest devices I have ever held in my hand. Technology, Army, Technology.
There is a huge drawback though. You can't convert your physical hard copies to kindle format. Disheartening to say the very least. I mean, how am I gonna use my brand new Kindle Keyboard when I have the ENTIRE Inheritance series by Christopher Paolini in physical form to read?
So, once I finish that series, I have Tue blood to read. I am so excited.
Also, related side note: I was told today that "I could see you reading a book about dragons and elves and dwarves and whatnot." Do I really come across as the fantasy-nerd type to people? Can they tell I wish I had more free time at home so I could play Skyrim?
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Lame doesn't even start
Blurb my brain:
What a terrible day. Terrible doesn't even really begin to describe it. I had such an awesome day yesterday, where my job didn't suck, and things in general were just nice.
Today I paid the price for it.
Without divulging too many details, I basically got into a fight with someone I love, and have been regularly fighting with since about October. Don't worry, fiancé, that wasn't you. At least not at this point in the story. But this fight actually got me so worked up that I called my best friend, and basically screamed at her for an hour. Tears streaming, every other word was the f bomb, sobbing uncontrollably for the whole call. So amidst this rant I said "I might as well just sell my body" which was not serious, but my dearest friend and I got a good chuckle out of it so it made it to the Facebook.
That's not something you should ever post to Facebook. And here is why:
1: you may offend your Fiancé.
2: your dad may comment on it
3: sarcastic people may make you an offer, hence #1
4: other people may think your standards are low.
Well, after that life lesson, I of course felt terrible. And since I knew I wasn't going to get to explain things, my mind started foreseeing the worst case scenarios. And for someone like me, the scenarios are always over exaggerated.
I spent the rest of the day freaking out about my finances, while helping others figure out theirs. I don't know how accountants do it. It's absolutely stressful.
Quite frankly, I am so ready to be married. I can't wait to return to a normal life, and planning a wedding isn't taking place. No more arguing. No more screaming. No more crying. No more.
Maybe it stems from the fact that I really really really miss Fiancé. I just want to be with him again. I am always happiest around him. Stupid tour. Well. I guess it's time to go back to sleep and hope I dream of him.
What a terrible day. Terrible doesn't even really begin to describe it. I had such an awesome day yesterday, where my job didn't suck, and things in general were just nice.
Today I paid the price for it.
Without divulging too many details, I basically got into a fight with someone I love, and have been regularly fighting with since about October. Don't worry, fiancé, that wasn't you. At least not at this point in the story. But this fight actually got me so worked up that I called my best friend, and basically screamed at her for an hour. Tears streaming, every other word was the f bomb, sobbing uncontrollably for the whole call. So amidst this rant I said "I might as well just sell my body" which was not serious, but my dearest friend and I got a good chuckle out of it so it made it to the Facebook.
That's not something you should ever post to Facebook. And here is why:
1: you may offend your Fiancé.
2: your dad may comment on it
3: sarcastic people may make you an offer, hence #1
4: other people may think your standards are low.
Well, after that life lesson, I of course felt terrible. And since I knew I wasn't going to get to explain things, my mind started foreseeing the worst case scenarios. And for someone like me, the scenarios are always over exaggerated.
I spent the rest of the day freaking out about my finances, while helping others figure out theirs. I don't know how accountants do it. It's absolutely stressful.
Quite frankly, I am so ready to be married. I can't wait to return to a normal life, and planning a wedding isn't taking place. No more arguing. No more screaming. No more crying. No more.
Maybe it stems from the fact that I really really really miss Fiancé. I just want to be with him again. I am always happiest around him. Stupid tour. Well. I guess it's time to go back to sleep and hope I dream of him.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Average annoyances
Blurb my brain:
I have decided there are several things that annoy me which are fairly average. I have compiled a list. It is below.
1: people who laugh after everything they say
2: pimples on the part of your head where your earlobe meets your head.
3: people who decide to call with only 10 minutes left of my shift.
4: people who have a million dollars or more.
5: people who flirt over the phone. I called someone out on it today. "you don't know I am attractive!"
6: old people using computers.
7: being new to a city and not knowing where the best dance clubs are
8: people who complain about the same thing over and over again (note: this includes myself. I complain about Fiancé being gone all the time, but sometimes I am allowed to hate myself)
9: when people use new acronyms and I have to look them up.
10: perverted items found on the Internet. They are probably thirty thousand times worse than anything anyone will ever experience in real life.
11: drug users with attitudes
12: people with no arguments of their own who then resort to direct name calling. You. Know. Who. You. Are.
13: hypocrites.
14: people who give you dirty looks because you are obeying traffic laws.
I have decided there are several things that annoy me which are fairly average. I have compiled a list. It is below.
1: people who laugh after everything they say
2: pimples on the part of your head where your earlobe meets your head.
3: people who decide to call with only 10 minutes left of my shift.
4: people who have a million dollars or more.
5: people who flirt over the phone. I called someone out on it today. "you don't know I am attractive!"
6: old people using computers.
7: being new to a city and not knowing where the best dance clubs are
8: people who complain about the same thing over and over again (note: this includes myself. I complain about Fiancé being gone all the time, but sometimes I am allowed to hate myself)
9: when people use new acronyms and I have to look them up.
10: perverted items found on the Internet. They are probably thirty thousand times worse than anything anyone will ever experience in real life.
11: drug users with attitudes
12: people with no arguments of their own who then resort to direct name calling. You. Know. Who. You. Are.
13: hypocrites.
14: people who give you dirty looks because you are obeying traffic laws.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Iron Angel
Blurb my brain:
Good news! I am feeling fantastic! Woke up this morning and actually felt alive enough to drag myself out of bed and go to the gym. Whilst I was there, an elderly gentleman asked if I was training for an IronWoman competition. This means one of two things: my workout looked brutal, or my body is banging. Since I have these endorphins still pumping through my body, I am going to say it was BOTH of these.
Also, a friend of mine said I was an angel sent down from the Gods... Which of course made me feel fantastic as well. :)
This reminds me, on my personal Facebook I have a photo album entitled "Victorias Next Angel," which is tracking my fitness progress. I have lost 14 pounds since I started working out five weeks ago. I am finally feeling comfortable enough in my body that I could do some underwear modeling. No, no pictures would be posted. I just feel fantastic, and want to look back and say "that skinny bitch, look how sexy she is" in the future.
I sure feel like an iron angel. :)
Good news! I am feeling fantastic! Woke up this morning and actually felt alive enough to drag myself out of bed and go to the gym. Whilst I was there, an elderly gentleman asked if I was training for an IronWoman competition. This means one of two things: my workout looked brutal, or my body is banging. Since I have these endorphins still pumping through my body, I am going to say it was BOTH of these.
Also, a friend of mine said I was an angel sent down from the Gods... Which of course made me feel fantastic as well. :)
This reminds me, on my personal Facebook I have a photo album entitled "Victorias Next Angel," which is tracking my fitness progress. I have lost 14 pounds since I started working out five weeks ago. I am finally feeling comfortable enough in my body that I could do some underwear modeling. No, no pictures would be posted. I just feel fantastic, and want to look back and say "that skinny bitch, look how sexy she is" in the future.
I sure feel like an iron angel. :)
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
The illness is upon us
Blurb my brain:
Alright Average Army, I am just completely sick. Not in the head, well on second thought maybe I am, but in body. I woke up this morning and was convinced I had died, since none of my muscles were working.
Turn out I am an over dramatic wimp.
But I call into work and say I could probably work 5 hours I just need some more sleep, and maybe this fatigue could wear off.
Well, it only wore off slightly. Went to work miserable and tired. Typical. At least I only suffered like 5 hours instead of 8.
Hate my body so hard right now.
Alright Average Army, I am just completely sick. Not in the head, well on second thought maybe I am, but in body. I woke up this morning and was convinced I had died, since none of my muscles were working.
Turn out I am an over dramatic wimp.
But I call into work and say I could probably work 5 hours I just need some more sleep, and maybe this fatigue could wear off.
Well, it only wore off slightly. Went to work miserable and tired. Typical. At least I only suffered like 5 hours instead of 8.
Hate my body so hard right now.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Sap Day
Blurb my brain:
Roses are red, violets are blue, valentines day is no fun, if you have no one to screw.
I never claimed writing poems was my talent.
And furthermore, I have someone, but he is of course not here. Really, I am alright with that. I am not used to him being gone but I have accepted his absence. Today just seemed shadowed by sickness and tiredness and the supreme desire to love myself and take the day of.
It's not even a federal holiday. What use is a holiday if showing up to work isn't worth time and a half?
I like valentines day only because I get super excited to give gifts. This year I couldn't even do that because money sucks.
RAWR.
Happy Sap Day.
Roses are red, violets are blue, valentines day is no fun, if you have no one to screw.
I never claimed writing poems was my talent.
And furthermore, I have someone, but he is of course not here. Really, I am alright with that. I am not used to him being gone but I have accepted his absence. Today just seemed shadowed by sickness and tiredness and the supreme desire to love myself and take the day of.
It's not even a federal holiday. What use is a holiday if showing up to work isn't worth time and a half?
I like valentines day only because I get super excited to give gifts. This year I couldn't even do that because money sucks.
RAWR.
Happy Sap Day.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sitting. Waiting. Wishing.
Blurb my brain:
Do random things inspire you? Maybe random things inspire me because I always have a new blog to write.
Right now I am sitting on the bus, and one of my favorite passengers is with me. Well, riding the bus anyway. I call him Deaf Man.
Deaf Man pulls at my heart strings all the time. He may smell like a liquor store attacked by rabid cats. But wouldn't you be as well? You can speak but people have a hard time understanding you. You can't hear them, and have to read their lips.
Last week in church, the priest spoke of how we should be more accepting of members in society who are handicapped, homeless, or mentally ill. We shouldn't just donate to them, we should take the time to strike up a conversation. Ask them how they are doing.
I am getting to the point I swear.
Deaf Man makes me want to learn sign language. I already know German. How hard can it be to learn sign language. Hard. But I have been wanting to learn for a while, and while my intentions are malicious (going top secret with Fiancé in a crowd) the intent is still there.
Seeing Deaf Man struggle makes me want to learn so I can strike up a conversation. Besides "I have 2 brothers and drunken cowboy", which is all I know.
What inspires you to do what?
Do random things inspire you? Maybe random things inspire me because I always have a new blog to write.
Right now I am sitting on the bus, and one of my favorite passengers is with me. Well, riding the bus anyway. I call him Deaf Man.
Deaf Man pulls at my heart strings all the time. He may smell like a liquor store attacked by rabid cats. But wouldn't you be as well? You can speak but people have a hard time understanding you. You can't hear them, and have to read their lips.
Last week in church, the priest spoke of how we should be more accepting of members in society who are handicapped, homeless, or mentally ill. We shouldn't just donate to them, we should take the time to strike up a conversation. Ask them how they are doing.
I am getting to the point I swear.
Deaf Man makes me want to learn sign language. I already know German. How hard can it be to learn sign language. Hard. But I have been wanting to learn for a while, and while my intentions are malicious (going top secret with Fiancé in a crowd) the intent is still there.
Seeing Deaf Man struggle makes me want to learn so I can strike up a conversation. Besides "I have 2 brothers and drunken cowboy", which is all I know.
What inspires you to do what?
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Forget this
I wish time would just fast forward. But I still work and life still continues. I want to be married. I want to finish school. I want to travel again. It's not that I hate my life, as all in all it is pretty good. I have only one area in life that's difficult, and thats money, but I am making it work. It helps to have such an awesome Fiancé. But in this economy I guess I am lucky to have a decent job.
Lately I have been spending a lot of time day dreaming. See my future, in a non-Ms Chloe way. I start by envisioning the look on Fiancé's face when he sees me in my dress. Then I imagine that eternally binding kiss. Then it's slower, stuff like preparing for the move. And becomes more average. I am cooking Husband dinner. We are reheating leftovers. Textbooks sprawled out on our new kitchen table. We visit Temples in Tokyo, sun-roast on the beaches of Australia, drinking wine and cracking Dingo jokes.
The fantasy goes on in my head, eventually seeing my future child(ren) and I see them growing.
And then it hits me, life is so amazing. It may suck at certain points but to think of how far I have come and how far I have yet to go, and have someone to go at this great adventure with me. I just can't begin to describe it to you guys.
So forget this monotonous life I have now. I am ready for time to move on. I am ready for things to change. All I do now is sleep and work and workout. And I am ready for some change.
I am ready to conquer my dreams, with my Fiancé at my side.
Lately I have been spending a lot of time day dreaming. See my future, in a non-Ms Chloe way. I start by envisioning the look on Fiancé's face when he sees me in my dress. Then I imagine that eternally binding kiss. Then it's slower, stuff like preparing for the move. And becomes more average. I am cooking Husband dinner. We are reheating leftovers. Textbooks sprawled out on our new kitchen table. We visit Temples in Tokyo, sun-roast on the beaches of Australia, drinking wine and cracking Dingo jokes.
The fantasy goes on in my head, eventually seeing my future child(ren) and I see them growing.
And then it hits me, life is so amazing. It may suck at certain points but to think of how far I have come and how far I have yet to go, and have someone to go at this great adventure with me. I just can't begin to describe it to you guys.
So forget this monotonous life I have now. I am ready for time to move on. I am ready for things to change. All I do now is sleep and work and workout. And I am ready for some change.
I am ready to conquer my dreams, with my Fiancé at my side.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Meh. It is a word. Deal.
Blurb my brain:
Oh my god has the last few days been stressful. Not even going to get into everything because it's partially personal stuff, partially work stuff, partially finance stuff. Just. Stress.
So anyway, I looked at the Facebook page and I realized I have been neglecting the Facebook page. I think that the sheer fact that I have been updating the blog is a feat enough. I mean, y'all know when I post anyway, right?
But anyway, I am going to do a special contest for the true readers of this blog. Anyone who comments on the page in the next 4 days will get a personalized Valentines day message from me. Either on here or on the Facebook page. What'd you expect? A T-shirt? I have money issues. I am lucky I have a shirt to wear.
Anyway.
Actually that gave me an idea. The 50th "like" is coming up. If you are reading this, you can score yourself and the 50th like a free tshirt.
Anyway (2): that's all I will do for you guys. I have tons of love to give to you fans. You guys are amazing. :)
Oh my god has the last few days been stressful. Not even going to get into everything because it's partially personal stuff, partially work stuff, partially finance stuff. Just. Stress.
So anyway, I looked at the Facebook page and I realized I have been neglecting the Facebook page. I think that the sheer fact that I have been updating the blog is a feat enough. I mean, y'all know when I post anyway, right?
But anyway, I am going to do a special contest for the true readers of this blog. Anyone who comments on the page in the next 4 days will get a personalized Valentines day message from me. Either on here or on the Facebook page. What'd you expect? A T-shirt? I have money issues. I am lucky I have a shirt to wear.
Anyway.
Actually that gave me an idea. The 50th "like" is coming up. If you are reading this, you can score yourself and the 50th like a free tshirt.
Anyway (2): that's all I will do for you guys. I have tons of love to give to you fans. You guys are amazing. :)
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Anti-talents
Blurb my brain:
So, we all have our talents. Some people are good at baseball. Others at art. Others at writing. Then there is me.
I have anti-talents. Things I am just awful at. I am very anti-talented. I mean, I am terrible at singing, terrible at drawing anything more than hearts., terrible at keeping my mouth shut, and worst of all, my biggest anti-talent is is secret keeping.
Your secrets are safe with me. Except when the secrets are mine. Then I am blabbing to everyone. I am terrible.
I say this because I am COMPLETELY unable to keep a surprise a surprise. I just get so excited about the concept of the surprise that I either give it to the person WAY early, or I tell them what it is. I did that last night while talking to Fiancé. I told him what my super secret surprise was for him. He kept smiling and not in a "you're pathetic and I can't believe I love you" kind of way either. So I hope he is as excited to receive as I am to give. That sounds dirty. Lol.
But my real worry is that I will spill the beans about the wedding dress. IT'S SO PRETTY AND I FELT SO GORGEOUS BECAUSE OF THE THINGS AND THE OTHER THING AND THE WAY THE THING DOES THE THING TO MY THING!!! That just is ridiculous to try to keep straight.
Thank god I am getting married in 67 days. You can still buy gifts. Lol. There's no way I am posting anything about that. Sorry.
So, we all have our talents. Some people are good at baseball. Others at art. Others at writing. Then there is me.
I have anti-talents. Things I am just awful at. I am very anti-talented. I mean, I am terrible at singing, terrible at drawing anything more than hearts., terrible at keeping my mouth shut, and worst of all, my biggest anti-talent is is secret keeping.
Your secrets are safe with me. Except when the secrets are mine. Then I am blabbing to everyone. I am terrible.
I say this because I am COMPLETELY unable to keep a surprise a surprise. I just get so excited about the concept of the surprise that I either give it to the person WAY early, or I tell them what it is. I did that last night while talking to Fiancé. I told him what my super secret surprise was for him. He kept smiling and not in a "you're pathetic and I can't believe I love you" kind of way either. So I hope he is as excited to receive as I am to give. That sounds dirty. Lol.
But my real worry is that I will spill the beans about the wedding dress. IT'S SO PRETTY AND I FELT SO GORGEOUS BECAUSE OF THE THINGS AND THE OTHER THING AND THE WAY THE THING DOES THE THING TO MY THING!!! That just is ridiculous to try to keep straight.
Thank god I am getting married in 67 days. You can still buy gifts. Lol. There's no way I am posting anything about that. Sorry.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Fantasticosity
Blurb my brain:
Do you ever have such a fantastic weekend that you just want to scream how awesome the weekend was even though you know no one truly cares?
Well, sucks to be you, because I have a blog.
This weekend was fantastic. Friday was stupid. And therefore it didn't count. But Saturday was the start of fantasticosity. I woke up, remembered it was Saturday and therefore I could wear jeans, realized I could make it to work by sleeping another half hour, stopped by McDonald's for a delicious sausage egg and cheese biscuit, parked in the garage, clocked into work only 3 minutes late (the precise amount of time I spent in the drive through in McDonald's), worked a relatively easy Saturday shift, and then met a friend at the mall. We then spent 3 hours trying to buy stuff for a secret surprise for Fiancé, which included gummy bears. Nom. Then I went home, went to sleep, and in the morning went to church. After church I played around with my wedding shoes, realized that someone had bought me my cookware that I wanted, and then picked up said friend to go look at bridesmaid dresses, since my original dresses fell through. Had a good laugh about that, as they gave ME wonky boobs, and all my girls have bigger boobs than me. Ate at Krispy Kreme before trying on dresses, in which I got a complete stranger to call my friend a bitch, which was funny in itself. Found the perfect bridesmaid dress, and the guy helping us out informed me MY DRESS WAS IN!!!!!! So I shimmied into that bad boy, slightly disappointed that I didn't bring anything but my bra and veil, and my bridesmaid bouquet. But, tried it on, got it fitted, was told I had lost too much weight for the dress and I am not allowed to lose anymore. Then I paid for my dress alterations, my bridesmaids dresses, and then we went to the mall. Nothing exciting really there except that I bought my girls their necklaces and earrings.
Then, I drop friend off at her place, go grab some mikes hard cranberry lemonade. Come home. Eat my favorite soup, and then watch Channing Tatum on Saturday Night Live.
What a fantastic weekend filled with fantasticosity.
You know what this means Average Army? Monday is gonna suck worse than usual. Debbie downer alert, I know. But I can already think of two reasons not to be excited for work. Both of them are rude customers. I wish I could stay home, but I have the following up to do.
Please hope/pray/wish me luck. I might need it.
Do you ever have such a fantastic weekend that you just want to scream how awesome the weekend was even though you know no one truly cares?
Well, sucks to be you, because I have a blog.
This weekend was fantastic. Friday was stupid. And therefore it didn't count. But Saturday was the start of fantasticosity. I woke up, remembered it was Saturday and therefore I could wear jeans, realized I could make it to work by sleeping another half hour, stopped by McDonald's for a delicious sausage egg and cheese biscuit, parked in the garage, clocked into work only 3 minutes late (the precise amount of time I spent in the drive through in McDonald's), worked a relatively easy Saturday shift, and then met a friend at the mall. We then spent 3 hours trying to buy stuff for a secret surprise for Fiancé, which included gummy bears. Nom. Then I went home, went to sleep, and in the morning went to church. After church I played around with my wedding shoes, realized that someone had bought me my cookware that I wanted, and then picked up said friend to go look at bridesmaid dresses, since my original dresses fell through. Had a good laugh about that, as they gave ME wonky boobs, and all my girls have bigger boobs than me. Ate at Krispy Kreme before trying on dresses, in which I got a complete stranger to call my friend a bitch, which was funny in itself. Found the perfect bridesmaid dress, and the guy helping us out informed me MY DRESS WAS IN!!!!!! So I shimmied into that bad boy, slightly disappointed that I didn't bring anything but my bra and veil, and my bridesmaid bouquet. But, tried it on, got it fitted, was told I had lost too much weight for the dress and I am not allowed to lose anymore. Then I paid for my dress alterations, my bridesmaids dresses, and then we went to the mall. Nothing exciting really there except that I bought my girls their necklaces and earrings.
Then, I drop friend off at her place, go grab some mikes hard cranberry lemonade. Come home. Eat my favorite soup, and then watch Channing Tatum on Saturday Night Live.
What a fantastic weekend filled with fantasticosity.
You know what this means Average Army? Monday is gonna suck worse than usual. Debbie downer alert, I know. But I can already think of two reasons not to be excited for work. Both of them are rude customers. I wish I could stay home, but I have the following up to do.
Please hope/pray/wish me luck. I might need it.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Thoughts on life
Things We Say:
This fog is thick as cum....no, pretty sure cum is clearer than this shit.
He told me that girls don't join the army. I told him he was being sexist. I could join as a nurse.
I think I have been too slack with my feet. They need to have rules. They are just running wild. One has been growin out of proportion and the other needs to be taught how to spiderman to my shoes.
All people at the bank are boneheads.--customer in the background of the phone call with me, bank employee
You should have just told them that the head is made of multiple bones--fiancé
But then theyd be offended, and I would have to have a manager meeting about it.--me
True.--fiancé
Jesus take the wheel!--fiancé.
I saw three midgets today. I had to fight the urge to kick each one. I blame you.
I am sure this guy standing outside the grocery store thinks I am retarded. I keep rolling down my window and rocking back and forth to do so, as an attempt to de ice my window.--me
I don't know how to be sexy in pictures. What do you do with your face? Do you look like you are giving a blowjob? What do you do!?!
Blurb my brain:
I did this generic title because quite frankly, I am too tired to come up with anything too incredibly creative.
But thanks for reading anyway.
So I have been engaged for a while now. And I think people are already assuming that Fiancé and I are married. One person asked me today when I am changing my name. Loo. How about when I get married? I dont think I can do it before. Right?
And another refers to Fiancé as my husband. I am ok with this. I have been treating him as my husband for a whole anyway.
I just think it is funny, seeing this change from Ms. Alyssa to Mrs. Fiancé. I am perfectly fine with being Mrs. Fiancé and have pondered the thought (is that redundant?) of what life as Mrs. Fiancé would be like anyway for a long time now. About a year and a half ago I pondered these things. So again, not a new thought for me. It's he transition from Ms. Alyssa to Mrs. Fiancé for the rest of the world that is interesting to watch. People are less likely to suggest that Fiancé and I are going to break up, nor will they imply that his geographical location matters little in regards to fidelity. But the most interesting item for me is how people now see me as an adult rather than an 21 year old kid. Granted, this kid doesn't go out and party anymore, and she also has made $4k in student loan payments since November (kick ass), but I like to think that my marital status to be has influenced it.
Maybe not.
Maybe just the average Alyssa thinks there is judgement where there is no judgement. This is entirely as plausible. Lol.
I just wonder how the transition is for others? When did you become "mr an Mrs last name" in the eyes of everyone? And how long did it take for you to be judged as a single unit rather than two individuals who at any time can leave without significant repercussions?
This fog is thick as cum....no, pretty sure cum is clearer than this shit.
He told me that girls don't join the army. I told him he was being sexist. I could join as a nurse.
I think I have been too slack with my feet. They need to have rules. They are just running wild. One has been growin out of proportion and the other needs to be taught how to spiderman to my shoes.
All people at the bank are boneheads.--customer in the background of the phone call with me, bank employee
You should have just told them that the head is made of multiple bones--fiancé
But then theyd be offended, and I would have to have a manager meeting about it.--me
True.--fiancé
Jesus take the wheel!--fiancé.
I saw three midgets today. I had to fight the urge to kick each one. I blame you.
I am sure this guy standing outside the grocery store thinks I am retarded. I keep rolling down my window and rocking back and forth to do so, as an attempt to de ice my window.--me
I don't know how to be sexy in pictures. What do you do with your face? Do you look like you are giving a blowjob? What do you do!?!
Blurb my brain:
I did this generic title because quite frankly, I am too tired to come up with anything too incredibly creative.
But thanks for reading anyway.
So I have been engaged for a while now. And I think people are already assuming that Fiancé and I are married. One person asked me today when I am changing my name. Loo. How about when I get married? I dont think I can do it before. Right?
And another refers to Fiancé as my husband. I am ok with this. I have been treating him as my husband for a whole anyway.
I just think it is funny, seeing this change from Ms. Alyssa to Mrs. Fiancé. I am perfectly fine with being Mrs. Fiancé and have pondered the thought (is that redundant?) of what life as Mrs. Fiancé would be like anyway for a long time now. About a year and a half ago I pondered these things. So again, not a new thought for me. It's he transition from Ms. Alyssa to Mrs. Fiancé for the rest of the world that is interesting to watch. People are less likely to suggest that Fiancé and I are going to break up, nor will they imply that his geographical location matters little in regards to fidelity. But the most interesting item for me is how people now see me as an adult rather than an 21 year old kid. Granted, this kid doesn't go out and party anymore, and she also has made $4k in student loan payments since November (kick ass), but I like to think that my marital status to be has influenced it.
Maybe not.
Maybe just the average Alyssa thinks there is judgement where there is no judgement. This is entirely as plausible. Lol.
I just wonder how the transition is for others? When did you become "mr an Mrs last name" in the eyes of everyone? And how long did it take for you to be judged as a single unit rather than two individuals who at any time can leave without significant repercussions?
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