only 112 New Things left to go....

I only have two days left until my beloved roommate moves out of the teeny tiny apartment that we share. I am not really ok with her leaving, but I guess I can't be too upset since she's leaving to make room for Boyfriend to move in after we tie the knot. I am really going to miss her and am currently trying to come up with some sort of catastrophe that I could stage on Saturday so she would be forced to stay and console me.

Eight months ago my roommate and I had made a very ambitious list of all of the fun things we wanted to do before I got married- very few of which we have actually done. This has made me realize that I am not using my "freedom" to its full potential. There are 113 days until the wedding and I have set a goal to do 113 new (or new-ish) things on my own before then.

I haven't made a list or anything organized like that- I guess I'll just make it up as I go along. That seems to work pretty well in every other aspect of my life! Except when I adopted a dog.....

New thing Numero Uno:
Attending a 6:30 am breakfast with the Yemon of York at the Lake of the Ozarks this morning (which I left for at 5:15 am)



Perhaps it's the coffee talking, but I think this is a fab idea.

BeneWine

Tonight I asked my roommate if she thought it was ok for me to put BeneFiber in my wine. I guess there is an old man living inside of my body that I was unaware of.

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Dear Mama Fabulous,

Happy (belated) Mother's Day to Mama Fabulous! Thank you for all your encouragement, unconditional love & never ending laughter. You are THE BEST.

And while I'm at it: Happy 25th wedding Anniversary too! Hopefully I got your "tolerance" genes. I wonder what Annoying Boyfriend will look like in 25 years?

Bridal Bingo

I'm heading home to Kansas this weekend to help my parents celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary, Mother's Day and my very first wedding shower. It doesn't get any better than a weekend jam-packed with family, friends and pastries.
I am a virgin to wedding showers so I googled the term to familiarize myself with the process. I found heaps of interesting information but perhaps the strangest is the idea of playing wedding bingo while the bride opens gifts.

Oh, Mary with two "R"s, was this as awkward for you as I'm imagining it was? My real concern is why "wine glasses" is not listed on this bingo sheet? Surely, if you plan to move in with a boy, you plan on drinking?

I know I frequently whine about the annoying things my boyfriend does- but my therapist says it's healthy. Just kidding, I don't have a therapist. He's actually a pre-marriage counselor....which is super different. Anyway, annoying boyfriend just brought it to my attention that "marry" is probably a verb (as in: getting married) and not the brides name. This whole game has now been ruined for me.

In other news, I now have TWO followers to this blog. Holler.

Pro: Flowers, Con: Dancing

I know you've all been sitting on the edge of your seats waiting for a report of our dancing lesson- but you aren't going to get it. My sister's friend canceled on us! We weren't devastated because it gave us an opportunity to celebrate cinco de mayo (like true Americans).

I have to share what I've been obsessing over lately. EmersonMade is a company that makes the most beautiful fabric flowers.

Oh how I need everything on their website. So, so badly.

Is she having a baby?

I can think of four movies off the top of my head that have a punch line involving someone getting asked when their baby is due while they are not pregnant. In fact, one of my favorite Brian Regan comedy sketches revolves around the very same thing.

But let me assure you, friends, it is so much less funny when the jokes on you!

While babysitting last night, I took my kids outside to play four square on the driveway. The little neighbor boy (let's call him "Satan") walked over and started up a conversation with my kids that made my blood boil.

"Satan": Hey, is THAT your babysitter?
Sweet angel boy: yeah
"Satan": Is she having a baby?
Sweet angel boy: No! She's not even married.
"Satan": She looks like she's having a baby.
Me: Hey kid. Go home. These kids told me they think you smell weird.

And the pregnant babysitter of the year award goes to...Me! Good thing I have cake class tonight so I can drown my sorrows in red velvet and icing.

Dancing Queen

“Almost nobody dances sober, unless they are insane.”

- HP Lovecraft

Apparently I'm insane because one of my sister's friends has agreed to teach JJ and I a dance for our wedding. It is very sweet of her and I'm anxious to see how this turns out, however, I have two left feet and JJ is 6'6". Enough said.

I suppose it would not be socially acceptable to be un-sober for this lesson? This is kind of what I have in mind....

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