I have the slight misfortune of retaining friends that are also friends with an ex-boyfriend. I also have the slight misfortune to have a semi-pleasant disposition that allows me to remain friends with the same ex-boyfriend. I know he has dated other girls since we split, and that's fine. I don't care that he does this, but that doesn't mean I necessarily want to hang out with him and his new girlfriend. It especially doesn't mean that I want to witness them making out.
However, life can be cruel to me. Earlier this month, I went to our mutual friends' house for a get together. The ex was there and so was his latest girlfriend. After an unneccessary awkward silence, he introduces me to her. She was perfectly pleasant (though rather trashy looking) and I felt at ease. Shortly after I say my hellos to the group, he leans over and kisses her. Ok, you're dating, you kiss, I get it. But this was not a "glad you're here with me" peck on the lips. This was an "if this table wasn't in the way I'd mount you" kind of kiss. Or maybe it is better described as a "let me stir your stomach contents with my tongue" kind of kiss.
I couldn't believe that people in their mid thirties were still into acting like sex deprived 16 year olds. Apparently the four other people at the table couldn't either, because we all looked away and everyone started talking at once. During the next half an hour of awkward eye avoidance, a Tool song came up on the playlist. I mentioned that I despised Tool, and the girlfriend immediately jumped to the defense of the mono-syllabic musical disaster. Judging by the tacky and unoriginal half sleeve tattoos on each arm and the "I'm a brat" t-shirt, I quickly surmised that she was not only a Tool fan, but a tool herself.
After learning our musical tastes were as different as our number of baby daddies, I may have subtlely egged on the situation. 'N Sync traveled up through the playlist and my friend and I sang along. I gushed, "I LOVE N SYNC!" and watched ToolGirl shudder. Yes TG, I can make you as uncomfortable as your tongue wrestling made me.
Finally we adjourned to the living room to play some guitar hero. Well I'm the lucky bastard, because they decided to sit by me on the couch and make out some more. At this point, I'm thinking that maybe I'm the only one bothered by it. I would have said something earlier, but being an ex, it might be interpreted as anything but disgust. Fortunately, around this time, my pal turns to them and loudly yells for them to quit making out because it is annoying everyone there. Well, since someone else initiated this conversation, I had to add "Oooohhhh, the maker outers got in trouble for being disgusting..." Oh yeah, I even said it in that sing-song voice you used to annoy your siblings when you were a child.
Well now kids, that isn't the end of this story.
My pal and I reminisced about that fateful evening recently. I discovered, with child-like glee, that TG gets even better. Before my arrival, the party occupants were served hamburgers by their dear hosts. Most everyone loaded up their plate, and the host reminded ToolGirl to get a burger before they're gone. But she refused, saying she wanted to be sure the men all got enough food before she would eat. HELLO???
So now, with a New Year's Eve party approaching, I find I am able to enjoy another fine evening with the ex and TG. But instead of watching them water their herpes farm and letting it annoy me, we're playing a maker outer drinking game! When they have a prolonged kiss, we take a drink. We she defers to men for any reason, we take a shot. When they do a secret lovers whisper, we have to belt out a theme song from any show. The goal of my evening will obviously be to get drunk and start a singing trend. Stay tuned for the aftermath blog!!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Tackle Box
I like organization. I get this distorted sense of pleasure when I see things all neat and tidy. Someone told me about organizing their hair clips and ties in a clear tackle box. As my hair ties and clips are mixed together randomly in a basket, I decided I had to organize them in a clear tackle box too.
That means I was headed to Walmart.
The fishing/hunting section is in the far corner of the store by automotive supplies...a corner of the store I obviously have no reason to visit. I have passed it by a couple times - on my way to bedding and fabrics, or to find Adam or Sara in the toy section. I've seen the people that shop this section. Mullets, camo attire and butt cracks seem to be the order of the day. I fear of interacting with these people. I'm afraid they'll overtake me and feather the front of my hair. Or worse yet, they'll abduct me with their newly purchased rifle and ammo and take me to the woods where I'll be forced to live in a dilapidated cabin and raise their rat-tail children and make new foods from fatback and kill my own dinner. A fate worse than death, I know.
An in-and-out plan was needed, but I wasn't familiar with this section. Asking for help wasn't an option. What would they do to me if they realized I'm buying a tackle box to organize hair accessories? Do they know what accessory means - other than in terms of murder sentencing? I'd have to dash in and out. I didn't have time to agonize over finding the best pricing option, or visualize my hair accessories in each compartment. I'd have to find, grab and buy. My plan set, I left the house.
I walked into Walmart.
I walked, assuredly and resolutely, past housewares, past paint supplies and finally past the safety of the bedding department. I wanted to pause, to scan the section for prospective dangers, but I was afraid to show fear or weakness. I quickly scanned the aisle descriptions and found "fishing supplies". I ignored the pot-bellied employee with beady eyes staffing the gun counter and slipped noiselessly into the aisle. I had to be quick, he probably already alerted a camo-coated mulletman to come find me. Eureeka...near the front of the aisle I spotted a pile of clear tackle boxes. The mid-sized one looked perfect (it had tabs for me to create my own sections, it was slim for easy storage and had a handle for easy transport...ideal really) and cost about six bucks. I grabbed it and tip-toed back to the end of the aisle. I peered around to be sure the coast was clear. Off to my left was a burly man looking at gun racks...conveniently blocking my nearest exit. Without pause, I headed right and delved into the automotive section. I sped along the edge until I made it into the paint section. I wasn't safe just yet. I hurried down to the toiletries aisle, knowing no man would follow me into the tampon section. Surrounding me were bright colored boxes and bottles advertising cleanliness and freshness. I knew I had made it.
That means I was headed to Walmart.
The fishing/hunting section is in the far corner of the store by automotive supplies...a corner of the store I obviously have no reason to visit. I have passed it by a couple times - on my way to bedding and fabrics, or to find Adam or Sara in the toy section. I've seen the people that shop this section. Mullets, camo attire and butt cracks seem to be the order of the day. I fear of interacting with these people. I'm afraid they'll overtake me and feather the front of my hair. Or worse yet, they'll abduct me with their newly purchased rifle and ammo and take me to the woods where I'll be forced to live in a dilapidated cabin and raise their rat-tail children and make new foods from fatback and kill my own dinner. A fate worse than death, I know.
An in-and-out plan was needed, but I wasn't familiar with this section. Asking for help wasn't an option. What would they do to me if they realized I'm buying a tackle box to organize hair accessories? Do they know what accessory means - other than in terms of murder sentencing? I'd have to dash in and out. I didn't have time to agonize over finding the best pricing option, or visualize my hair accessories in each compartment. I'd have to find, grab and buy. My plan set, I left the house.
I walked into Walmart.
I walked, assuredly and resolutely, past housewares, past paint supplies and finally past the safety of the bedding department. I wanted to pause, to scan the section for prospective dangers, but I was afraid to show fear or weakness. I quickly scanned the aisle descriptions and found "fishing supplies". I ignored the pot-bellied employee with beady eyes staffing the gun counter and slipped noiselessly into the aisle. I had to be quick, he probably already alerted a camo-coated mulletman to come find me. Eureeka...near the front of the aisle I spotted a pile of clear tackle boxes. The mid-sized one looked perfect (it had tabs for me to create my own sections, it was slim for easy storage and had a handle for easy transport...ideal really) and cost about six bucks. I grabbed it and tip-toed back to the end of the aisle. I peered around to be sure the coast was clear. Off to my left was a burly man looking at gun racks...conveniently blocking my nearest exit. Without pause, I headed right and delved into the automotive section. I sped along the edge until I made it into the paint section. I wasn't safe just yet. I hurried down to the toiletries aisle, knowing no man would follow me into the tampon section. Surrounding me were bright colored boxes and bottles advertising cleanliness and freshness. I knew I had made it.
1 More Day
I fly back home to Ohio in just one day. In fact, in exactly 24 hours, I'll be leaving work to head to the airport. One of my favorite visits in Ohio is when I get to see Kaydence. I love all my friend's kids, but Kaydence is special. I am not sure why she is so special to me. Maybe because she was born 3 days after my birthday. Maybe because I met her when she was one day old. Maybe because the first time Tasha and I changed her diaper, it turned into fiasco where I cried from the smell and the laughter.
K always remembers me, even when I don't come home often. She wears her Wyoming cowgirl shirt when she knows I'm coming over. She sleeps with the quilt I made her, even if it's too hot. Plus she's just so darn cute.
K always remembers me, even when I don't come home often. She wears her Wyoming cowgirl shirt when she knows I'm coming over. She sleeps with the quilt I made her, even if it's too hot. Plus she's just so darn cute.
Friday, November 13, 2009
How do they do it?
Every day at work, my boss and I copy the crossword from the paper, complete as much as possible, and compare our work. Since my memory is lodged into a more recent century, many clues and answers escape me. No, I didn't know the kid's nursery rhyme about Jack Sprat and his lardo wifey that originated in 1639. No, I had no clue that Mel Torme was a famous crooner. We're lucky I knew what crooner meant. So obviously I have my share of crossword angst.
Thursdays and Fridays crosswords are pretty challenging. I do fairly well, but definitely have more blanks than Wednesdays. My favorite thing now when I'm stumped is a blog called Diary of a Crossword Fiend. This person blogs every day with answers and explanations for four to six different crosswords they completed that very day. So ok, they finish four to six difficult crosswords and blog about it by the time I finish my lunch? How do they do it?? I can't even finish one by two pm. Ergh.
Thursdays and Fridays crosswords are pretty challenging. I do fairly well, but definitely have more blanks than Wednesdays. My favorite thing now when I'm stumped is a blog called Diary of a Crossword Fiend. This person blogs every day with answers and explanations for four to six different crosswords they completed that very day. So ok, they finish four to six difficult crosswords and blog about it by the time I finish my lunch? How do they do it?? I can't even finish one by two pm. Ergh.
Pretending
I love this comic, really I do. Soup to Nutz is back again!
It got me thinking about pretending. We all pretend a little bit. I pretend to like the people I speak to on the phone at work, because I'm paid to do that. I pretend to be interested in stories I've heard a thousand times, because it is obvious that the story teller lives off the glory of their past. I pretend to agree with friends sometimes, because it's easier than disagreeing. I pretend not to know secrets that I've been told. That's hard for me.
Let's face it, pretending is a polite form of lying. But why do I pretend? I guess some people can't handle reality, or my reality isn't appropriate for the situation. Is it wrong? I don't know. I don't suppose I choose to change anything about it. But hey, it's my blog, I can be introspective if I want! :)
I guess the worst is lying to yourself. But I'm ok with that. In fact, I use that to my advantage. The grass is NEVER greener on the other side, because I don't want it to be. I'm convinced retirement is full of financial struggles and boredom. No thanks, I don't mind working now! I'm convinced vegans don't get enough necessary nutrients and are often sick, so I'll stick with my beef and chicken and eggs! And after living with Adam and David, I'm convinced men are slobs by nature and now I'm not so sad to be single!
It got me thinking about pretending. We all pretend a little bit. I pretend to like the people I speak to on the phone at work, because I'm paid to do that. I pretend to be interested in stories I've heard a thousand times, because it is obvious that the story teller lives off the glory of their past. I pretend to agree with friends sometimes, because it's easier than disagreeing. I pretend not to know secrets that I've been told. That's hard for me.
Let's face it, pretending is a polite form of lying. But why do I pretend? I guess some people can't handle reality, or my reality isn't appropriate for the situation. Is it wrong? I don't know. I don't suppose I choose to change anything about it. But hey, it's my blog, I can be introspective if I want! :)
I guess the worst is lying to yourself. But I'm ok with that. In fact, I use that to my advantage. The grass is NEVER greener on the other side, because I don't want it to be. I'm convinced retirement is full of financial struggles and boredom. No thanks, I don't mind working now! I'm convinced vegans don't get enough necessary nutrients and are often sick, so I'll stick with my beef and chicken and eggs! And after living with Adam and David, I'm convinced men are slobs by nature and now I'm not so sad to be single!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Wow
My humor for today:
This comic strip, Soup 2 Nutz just kills me. It's the dorkiest kid ever with funny siblings.
This comic strip, Soup 2 Nutz just kills me. It's the dorkiest kid ever with funny siblings.
Kids really do say the funniest things. They have the most honest perspective on life. They don't sugar coat the bad, because it is just they way it is. I love that about kids.
I went to see the Michael Jackson movie. There was a little boy in front of us that was a big Michael Jackson fan. He danced around and copied MJ's moves. It was so cute. He got a little bit bored and started to play around and his mom "helped" him to sit still with her. He wasn't too pleased to be held back by his mom and he yelled "Stop! You're touching my privates!" This is just funny in general, but come on, in the middle of a Michael Jackson movie? It's kinda like:
Michael Jackson movie tickets - $8
Popcorn - $40
Yelling during a Michael Jackson movie for someone to stop touching your privates - PRICELESS
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
10 Days!!!
The countdown to the wedding that I put on here is insane. I thought it would be helpful, but it seems to panic anyone that reads it. 10 days!!! Holy cow!!! I will tell ya though, the nice thing about being in a wedding is that you don't worry about what to wear to it!!
Pon and Zi
How much do I love Pon and Zi? A lot I tell ya. It's this super adorable emo comic by Azuzephre.
This one makes me think of Molly...she's gummy obsessed.
This one reminds me of Molly too...
These definitely are gross-cute, like Sara and Curtis.
But they are all so great!!
This one makes me think of Molly...she's gummy obsessed.
This one reminds me of Molly too...
These definitely are gross-cute, like Sara and Curtis.
But they are all so great!!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Hilarity
Molly sent us this pic that cracks her up.
I can't quit laughing every time I see this picture!
Sara improved it!
I can't quit laughing every time I see this picture!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Offbeat Nastiness!
I know Sara has done quite a bit of research to get the wedding ideas she has. While most ideas come from the less frightening recesses of her and Curtis's minds, I know some inspiration has been from Offbeat Bride. My favorite part about reading up on these is because they say "Why my wedding was offbeat..." Most of them qualify because the brides eschewed the traditional white dress in favor of some blood or poo colored ill-fitting gown. Congrats girls, you have no taste! But we'll just call it "offbeat!" While I think we all encourage and love the unique-ness that will be Sara & Curtis's wedding, I've come to realize how much restraint they are exercising. Check out the more scary contenders!
Memoirs of a murdered geisha...
Ahh, yes, she found something "old"! She just had to kill it first.
Congrats, you found the ONE other person in the world that doesn't think you're a total freak.
Thank goodness Sara's parents help financially, or Sara might have had to make the SAME dress! God bless you Tammie and Larry.
This is my favorite offbeat bride pic! It strikes a certain similarity to Sara & Curtis. I think this is just adorable! It'd be kinda funny if they wrecked after this pic though! :)
Memoirs of a murdered geisha...
Ahh, yes, she found something "old"! She just had to kill it first.
Congrats, you found the ONE other person in the world that doesn't think you're a total freak.
Thank goodness Sara's parents help financially, or Sara might have had to make the SAME dress! God bless you Tammie and Larry.
This is my favorite offbeat bride pic! It strikes a certain similarity to Sara & Curtis. I think this is just adorable! It'd be kinda funny if they wrecked after this pic though! :)
Monday, June 8, 2009
Countdown
Has everyone scrolled to the bottom of this page to check out the Lost countdown? I KNOW you all can't wait for it to come back...same as me! :) I mean, is Juliet really gone for good? Did going back in time work for the 70's crew? If so, does it affect the group stranded in present time? Ack! So many questions!
I'm thinking about adding Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and Twilight's New Moon countdowns. But those are on July 15 and November 20 and I'm not about to forget that! My boss and I are talking about taking a long lunch on July 15 to go see Harry Potter. That would be freaking awesome!
Man, talk about a good summer!
I'm thinking about adding Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince and Twilight's New Moon countdowns. But those are on July 15 and November 20 and I'm not about to forget that! My boss and I are talking about taking a long lunch on July 15 to go see Harry Potter. That would be freaking awesome!
Man, talk about a good summer!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Favors
I am wowed. Lesley is amazing. That's all this comes down to. Her wedding gift to Sara & Curtis is to make the wedding favors. I mean check this out!!
Sara...you are damned lucky to have the friends you do. Lesley doing favors, Molly & Heather doing the cake around cost, Adam for being so pretty, me for just being who I am... Ahhh, so lucky.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
NASA and bras
Strapless dresses seem to be iconic of a summer wedding. All the bridesmaid ads I've seen show these pretty girls wearing feminine, summery, strapless dresses looking as though they are having the most fun they've ever had (and without a man in sight!) So I'm thinking...hmmm...I want to wear one of those! (Kudos to all marketing execs for making a chubby, breasty girl think she will pull off a look similar to their ads).
Even in my bucolic hometown, these ads have infiltrated the minds of young girls. My dear pal Ashley chose strapless dresses for the bridesmaids in her July 4, 2009 wedding. Now, her sister Tasha, who is both beautiful and thin, thought this was a terrific idea. After viewing all the afore-mentioned ads and being suckered in by marketing geniouses and Tasha's encouragement, I'm pretty game for the idea. Plus, my dress for Sara's wedding, though it has straps, stays up pretty well due to the fit and my bra, with hardly any strain on the straps themselves. With all of that information flowing through my over taxed brain, I happily ordered the strapless dress.
I received this dress yesterday at work. I was too excited to wait until I got home, so I gathered my co-workers Brenda and Deb outside the ladies bathroom door so I could try it on. The ladies room is up front in our office, by the elevators, but safely tucked off to the side. So there I was, wearing a red strapless dress and my bright blue bra. Classy. I was describing to Brenda and Deb how I hoped my strapless bra could provide some support as I grabbed my chest and squished my boobs up against the force of gravity. Unfortunately, at this exact moment in time, the ONE male employee in my office decides to grab an elevator to take his break. He witnesses me, standing in a strapless red dress with a bright blue bra (straps and all) holding my pile of cleavage and lifting it toward my chin. Now my face matches the dress color.
After spending the rest of my work day apologizing to my male co-worker, I take my dress home after work and try it on with the appropriate strapless bra and a smaller audience. Once I was completely zipped up, it actually works out pretty well. I of course must purchase some spanx to fool any men I meet into thinking I'm thinner than I really am. My boobs are somewhat in place (but hey, if they are above my stomach, I find that to be good news). I decided that the strapless bra Beka lent me will suffice and I called off my search for a NASA strength anti-gravitational bra. Feeling a little adventurous, I decided to try the dress with NO bra. After the fabric & boning collapse under the crushing weight of two DD boobs, I realize that I will never be able to leave my home bra-less. John Mayer was right...gravity is working against me!
Even in my bucolic hometown, these ads have infiltrated the minds of young girls. My dear pal Ashley chose strapless dresses for the bridesmaids in her July 4, 2009 wedding. Now, her sister Tasha, who is both beautiful and thin, thought this was a terrific idea. After viewing all the afore-mentioned ads and being suckered in by marketing geniouses and Tasha's encouragement, I'm pretty game for the idea. Plus, my dress for Sara's wedding, though it has straps, stays up pretty well due to the fit and my bra, with hardly any strain on the straps themselves. With all of that information flowing through my over taxed brain, I happily ordered the strapless dress.
I received this dress yesterday at work. I was too excited to wait until I got home, so I gathered my co-workers Brenda and Deb outside the ladies bathroom door so I could try it on. The ladies room is up front in our office, by the elevators, but safely tucked off to the side. So there I was, wearing a red strapless dress and my bright blue bra. Classy. I was describing to Brenda and Deb how I hoped my strapless bra could provide some support as I grabbed my chest and squished my boobs up against the force of gravity. Unfortunately, at this exact moment in time, the ONE male employee in my office decides to grab an elevator to take his break. He witnesses me, standing in a strapless red dress with a bright blue bra (straps and all) holding my pile of cleavage and lifting it toward my chin. Now my face matches the dress color.
After spending the rest of my work day apologizing to my male co-worker, I take my dress home after work and try it on with the appropriate strapless bra and a smaller audience. Once I was completely zipped up, it actually works out pretty well. I of course must purchase some spanx to fool any men I meet into thinking I'm thinner than I really am. My boobs are somewhat in place (but hey, if they are above my stomach, I find that to be good news). I decided that the strapless bra Beka lent me will suffice and I called off my search for a NASA strength anti-gravitational bra. Feeling a little adventurous, I decided to try the dress with NO bra. After the fabric & boning collapse under the crushing weight of two DD boobs, I realize that I will never be able to leave my home bra-less. John Mayer was right...gravity is working against me!
Friday, May 29, 2009
Random Thoughts...
My week thus far has reminded me how fortunate and frightened I am to have the friends that I do. I had dinner Tuesday night with Adam & Chubbs. They spent the evening curing my blues by doing the "Triangle of Trust" that Chubbs learned in jail. They were uncomfortably eager to hold each other hands for this.
Then my BFF Sara Sautner came over Wednesday night for a sleepover, which totally made my week! She brought her dress and shoes and tried them on for me. It looks AMAZING! She's going to be one of the world's prettiest brides! I'd say THE prettiest, but I'm in another wedding this summer, and half of this blog's followers are beautiful married women too! (You know you're the most gorgeous though Sara...wink wink). Our pal Jen (the unofficial wedding coordinator) came over to see the wedding ensemble, then we did dinner with Adam and Chubbs.
Dinner with Adam, Chubbs, Sara & Jen was a blast of course. There's something to be said for being pals with crazies. Jen is quite possibly one of the funniest girls I know. She dedicated her evening to annoying Adam, which had us all in tears. Jen's repertoire of talents include a nasal singing voice similar to Britney's, a gift for staring uncomfortably at people and this horribly annoying (yet hysterical) laugh. You'll all hopefully get to hear her sing the wedding march for Sara, using only the word "Meow." I'm thinking we should charge admission to this ceremony...
I hate to encourage her, but Jen's hopeful wedding theme had everything in common with this pic. Well I guess Jen's vision was "Cats in Fancy Hats". That's somewhat of a difference. There's a reason I called Jen the unofficial wedding coordinator. She'd be more official if Sara actually used any of her ideas. Thankfully she isn't! Sara was pretty enthused by many of Jen's ideas. When they began collaborating on using kazoos as ceremony music, Alix fortunately intervened and we separated the girls.
Then my BFF Sara Sautner came over Wednesday night for a sleepover, which totally made my week! She brought her dress and shoes and tried them on for me. It looks AMAZING! She's going to be one of the world's prettiest brides! I'd say THE prettiest, but I'm in another wedding this summer, and half of this blog's followers are beautiful married women too! (You know you're the most gorgeous though Sara...wink wink). Our pal Jen (the unofficial wedding coordinator) came over to see the wedding ensemble, then we did dinner with Adam and Chubbs.
Dinner with Adam, Chubbs, Sara & Jen was a blast of course. There's something to be said for being pals with crazies. Jen is quite possibly one of the funniest girls I know. She dedicated her evening to annoying Adam, which had us all in tears. Jen's repertoire of talents include a nasal singing voice similar to Britney's, a gift for staring uncomfortably at people and this horribly annoying (yet hysterical) laugh. You'll all hopefully get to hear her sing the wedding march for Sara, using only the word "Meow." I'm thinking we should charge admission to this ceremony...
I hate to encourage her, but Jen's hopeful wedding theme had everything in common with this pic. Well I guess Jen's vision was "Cats in Fancy Hats". That's somewhat of a difference. There's a reason I called Jen the unofficial wedding coordinator. She'd be more official if Sara actually used any of her ideas. Thankfully she isn't! Sara was pretty enthused by many of Jen's ideas. When they began collaborating on using kazoos as ceremony music, Alix fortunately intervened and we separated the girls.
Monday, May 18, 2009
More Dresses...
This past weekend Sara went to California to visit Molly and catch an Avett Brother's concert. But Molly is nothing if not efficient, so Sara also had time to try on a few more dresses!
Sara never knows what to do with her hands when we take her picture. (If you all haven't noticed that by now). So enjoy her posing! There is a close up on this fabric because it had a pretty floral pattern to it.
Thanks Molly for sending me these pics! Sara's dress purchase deadline is coming up soon, so I will keep all posted as to when she makes a final purchase. Her choice will lie between all the dresses I have shown. But will we tell you which will be her final purchase??
I think not...
Sara never knows what to do with her hands when we take her picture. (If you all haven't noticed that by now). So enjoy her posing! There is a close up on this fabric because it had a pretty floral pattern to it.
Thanks Molly for sending me these pics! Sara's dress purchase deadline is coming up soon, so I will keep all posted as to when she makes a final purchase. Her choice will lie between all the dresses I have shown. But will we tell you which will be her final purchase??
I think not...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
My Shoes
I'm pretty excited. I just picked up my dress, it was finally shipped to the Cheyenne store. SO pretty! I found two pair of sandals to wear for the wedding...we decided on black sandals for the bridesmaids. Here are my two options. 
They are both cute, but I think I like the first one best!
Monday, May 11, 2009
New Dress favorites
Saturday, May 9
Sara, Alix & I went dress shopping in Denver at Schaffers. Even a big dress shop only has a couple shorter wedding dresses. We decided Sara's criteria of a short dress and orange shoes was becoming a pain in the bum.
We found the following favorites. This dress has a "cancun lace" overlay. It looked SO good on her. Don't judge me too harshly for the photo quality. I forgot to take my camera, so these pics are from my phone!
Here's a lace close up. It's funky-girlie, just like Sara!
This bridesmaid dress also looked good on her. It comes in white too!
They're both great dresses. I like the flower one best, it's more special and dressy. Costs more of course!
Sara, Alix & I went dress shopping in Denver at Schaffers. Even a big dress shop only has a couple shorter wedding dresses. We decided Sara's criteria of a short dress and orange shoes was becoming a pain in the bum.
We found the following favorites. This dress has a "cancun lace" overlay. It looked SO good on her. Don't judge me too harshly for the photo quality. I forgot to take my camera, so these pics are from my phone!
Here's a lace close up. It's funky-girlie, just like Sara!
This bridesmaid dress also looked good on her. It comes in white too!
They're both great dresses. I like the flower one best, it's more special and dressy. Costs more of course!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Hot Shoes!
Alix, Molly, Elaine and myself all have our bridesmaid dresses! We went to check them out Thursday, April 30th. Sara loved them and we all bought ours that day. This may be the first time that a bridesmaid really WILL re-wear their dress!
The green in the picture isn't the green the dresses turned out to be. The real dress is a much prettier kelly green color...exactly what Sara had in mind!
Molly and I have a few favorite shoes for us bridesmaids to wear. Elaine has tiny girlie feet, so she may not be able to match us. She's on Curtis's side, so perhaps it will work out all the same. I feel like Jay to Alix's Silent Bob. She's hard to reach for thoughts and opinions. But I think she's game for anything, so it'll all work out!
My favorite three shoes are the following, in the same order.
We may have some mystery jewelry from Sara to go with our dresses. I'm betting on a dinosaur charm on a chain.
The green in the picture isn't the green the dresses turned out to be. The real dress is a much prettier kelly green color...exactly what Sara had in mind!
Molly and I have a few favorite shoes for us bridesmaids to wear. Elaine has tiny girlie feet, so she may not be able to match us. She's on Curtis's side, so perhaps it will work out all the same. I feel like Jay to Alix's Silent Bob. She's hard to reach for thoughts and opinions. But I think she's game for anything, so it'll all work out!
My favorite three shoes are the following, in the same order.
We may have some mystery jewelry from Sara to go with our dresses. I'm betting on a dinosaur charm on a chain.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Real Dress Shopping for a Real Girl!
Lesley, Jen, Adam, Brooke, Sara and I made it to David's Bridal on Saturday, April 18. Sara was a good sport and tried on everything we wanted her to. There was some confusion over the fit of some...you'll see Sara trying to find her boobs. We practiced pretty hard at showing Sara the proper reaction to each dress.
"YUCK" face
(Brooke, me, Lesley, Jen, Adam)
(Brooke, me, Lesley, Jen, Adam)"That's the one!" face...
"I have no idea what emotion we are supposed to have right now" faces
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