Evidence I’ve (hopefully temporarily) lost it

So it’s been like a month, or a year, or a decade – I’m not sure – since I posted last. I doesn’t really matter since I’ve really only posted like 10 times since I started this blog a few months back…. Oh yeah and I have no readers J

It’s been a bit crazy around here trying to get ready for the wedding. Here’s a nice little recap of my week:

Tuesday-Wednesday
Crazy 16 hour sob-fest over stress and money

Thursday
Washed my cell phone in the washing machine

Friday morning
Realized on my way out the door to work that I left my keys in my sister’s car the night before. Had to ask house-guest groomsman to drive me to said sister’s car in the hippy van. Couldn’t figure out how to work hippy van. Drove all the way to sister’s car with the windshield wipers going on the most beautiful September morning I think I’ve ever been alive for.

Friday afternoon
Went home early to work on wedding stuff. Ended up watching hours of reality TV and eating cookies.

Friday evening
Got some wedding stuff done.

Friday night
Watched A LOT more reality TV.

Saturday morning
Spent an hour laying in bed reading old Sex and the City blog posts from TWO YEARS AGO on my blackberry. I kind of looked like one of those made-for-TV-movie moms who just watch TV and drink while their babies are screaming in the background. Only I was even too lazy to move to the TV and my babies were actually tiny dogs running around barking like the house was being invaded.

And now…
Back to reality. Well, completely bizarre one-week-to-the-wedding, bridal reality.

I'm nuts and need to get a life

So I'd like to start out this post by saying that I don't normally comment on current events, or politics, or celebrities, or whatever, but I've only had this blog for a few months now, so I can't really say anything of the sort. Plus I think it's kind of obnoxious when bloggers do that.

Anyway, apparently Michelle Obama wore shorts to the Grand Canyon and that means every news outlet in America has to comment on it. Please read this posting from Newsweek - it perfectly encapsulates my opinion on the matter.

Basically people are NUTS and need to get a life...but does that really mean I'm nuts and need to get a life if I actually clicked on the article and read it?

When can I officially start counting down without sounding crazy?

33 days! Oops I couldn't help myself :)

Let sleeping dogs lie

After hours of pulling my hair out, muffling screams and pacing back and forth, they do this and I forget how much they terrorize me every day.

Hot dog! Summer in the City

In the Northwest, no one and I mean NO ONE has air conditioning, and none of us are used to heat at all. Pretty much, we're all wimps. As for my family... wimp does not begin to describe it! 

Last night might have been the longest night of my entire life. We had someone spend the night, so Griffey was in extreme guard dog mode. He barked at cats across the street, people 15 blocks away, the wind, the heat, God, his imagination,  everything.

At one point, he was eerily quiet. I hoped (knowing I was foolishly dreaming) that he had just decided to sleep downstairs. Maybe it was cooler down there? After a few seconds, I got up and checked on him. He was not downstairs sleeping like the angel I had been picturing. He was, in fact, laying in the hallway eating chocolate lube.

No, I'm not that cool... or crazy. I do not buy lube, or chocolate lube, or talk about it on the internet. It was my bachelorette party last Saturday night and I got the tasty treat from a close friend. I don't think she envisioned Griffey mowing it down in the hallway when she bought it, but really that's the only thing it'd ever get used for. So what I guess I'm trying to say is, "Thank you Caylin, your present was very thoughtful and has been put to good use."

So how are we trying to beat the heat tonight? Well I moved the hugest fan ever produced up to the bedroom this afternoon. Moving it alone made me need to take a shower. It's pointing at what normally is my side of the bed, but since it's near the window, it's currently C's side. Please say a little prayer for me tonight asking that C not roll over every time Griffey barks to say "Babe. I'm really hot."

Lazy Bones

Even though I don't close the door, Ken Griffey Jr. and Britney Spears wait outside the bathroom for me every day. 

Half the time, the second I slide the shower curtain open, they come barreling in for a crazy leg-licking session as if I've deprived them of water their entire lives. The other 1/2 the time, they don't even flinch when I get out and I come around the corner to this.

Bridezilla rant #1

I haven't really written anything about our upcoming wedding on here and I've kind of been avoiding it. Where do I start? What should I say? How do I write about it without being annoying? Well, I guess I'm throwing that out the window today and going a little Bridezilla on your ass! :)

My dad set me with up a friend of his who works for a party rental place. I went to visit three weeks ago and got really excited. Everything looked gorgeous and fun and wedding-y. I told the guy I'd email him my needs/wants and ask for a quote. He emailed back the very next day and said, "I'm sorry but I forgot the date of your wedding. Just let me know that and I can put in your order."

WHOA hold your horses there mister man! I don't want you to put in an order for anything until I get a quote. Now, of course I was much more diplomatic than that in my email and politely asked if he'd send me a quote before placing any orders. 

Two weeks go by and I hear nothing back. I email him again saying "Hey, just checking in on this quote." Still, nothing.

So this past Monday morning I called him on the phone. He told me my paperwork was literally on the top of his pile and asked if I'd give him until the end of the day to send it to me. "Of course!" I said. "I'm looking forward to it."

Three days later, still nothing. ARGGGGG