We went to Maui! It was fantastic. Wish I knew how to rotate pictures on this site. Oh well.
Just don't purchase it. I implore all of you. Having played it at my brother Tom's house a while back, I thought it would be fun to have on our computer. I bought it recently for ten bucks. Bad idea. Clayton of course has beaten it within a day or so, while I can't get pass level 9-6. I know, I sound like a WOW'er. I look forward to my days off so I can catch up on housework and hobbies. Instead my day goes like this.
Wake up. Play Zuma. Brush teeth. Play Zuma. Start laundry. Play Zuma. Make bed. Play Zuma. Etc...etc...
In fact I will more than likely be at it again in about three minutes. So sad. I don't deserve free time.
The wedding was a dream come true. If I ever figure out how to share pictures, I will post them here. Sure, it was the morning of tears and stress,( the evening before I got 1&1/2 hours of sleep) but it all came together. I didn't lose a pound, my hair was nowhere near what I wanted, my dress ripped halfway through the day (not due to my not losing pounds, the lace got caught on a truck bumper), Clayton's tie was hilarious and I didn't even get to eat a thing at the reception that featured all of my favorite treats. But the magic... the sealing was beautiful, my family were beautiful. People looked happy and I could feel their well-wishing in a tangible way. The luncheon felt like a surprise birthday party. I saw friends and family at the reception that I hadn't seen in years. It was a charmed day. There were such lovely moments... the sun setting over the lake, my little nephews eating the wedding cake (they were the only ones), friends gathered around watching our wedding video, riding off in the cool dark night in a golf cart as the entire party looked down at us and waved... everything was so beautiful. Everyone worked so hard for us, again with the tangible love. I feel sad for anyone who's wedding wasn't ours. And then we flew off (first class, my job rules) to Paris, Vienna and Rome. Trust me, we know how completely spoiled and ridiculously blessed we are. It was all so wonderful, but I have to say that the best part of all of it- is coming home each day knowing he will be there.
And as such I have about two months to completely plan a wedding, honeymoon and oh yeah, sew the dress. Glutton? Who cares, I'M ENGAAAAGED!!!! If you haven't seen the Friends episode where Monica gets engaged, well, watch it. So funny. Now back to me, Bridezilla. Oh, I also need to magically tone my arms to Meg Ryan-Jennifer Aniston standards, get my thighs to look like Jean Grey in X-Men 3... (have you seen the part where she is blowing off doors as she walks around in small clothes? Hot)... and lose anywhere from 10 to 15 pounds. Oh sure, it could happen. Only if by sewing enough to finish the dress in time I will not have time to eat.
So today I pose this question to you all.
Is there any worse feeling than hating your body or feeling overweight, and feeling ravenously hungry at the same time?
Maybe being in the hole and wanting fancy shoes or something, except in that situation the choice is made for you.
Eating and self-control is just a mean crossroads to be at.
Why is it that in a grocery store I can either walk around for three hours with no one to help me find the Rit Dye, or I get this guy? -
Me: "Hi, could you tell me where the toothpaste is?" Note I said TELL, not show.
Him: "Sure, follow me!"
Ok, that's nice of him. The aisle number was all I was shooting for, but maybe he wants a break from facing the Jello.(Facing is the task of making all the boxes or cans sit the same way at the front of the shelf. I worked in a grocery store for 4 years, I know the biz.)
And so he leads me to the toothpaste.
Me: "Thank you."
Him: "Sure."
And he stands there. And I self consciously shop for my toothpaste.
Him: "Anything else I can help you find?"
Me: "No, no thank you."
Him: "Ya, there's toothpaste right here and over here is mouthwash, and up here is the organic kind."
Me: "Oh... sure, thanks."
And he will not leave! He stands there looking at toothpaste with me for another two minutes until I finally move. Then he follows me off. Now this is not a case of some weird boy stalking thing, this happens with girls too. You ask them one question and they have now become your personal shopper. It happens to me all the time and it bugs! Somewhere else in the store a poor woman is desperately trying to find Rit Dye to no avail (Is it by the laundry stuff? By the spray paint or maybe the light bulbs? Where?) and is cursing the store under her breath.
I wonder if I fit some shoplifting profile and they feel the need to keep a close eye on me. Or maybe I look stupid and they doubt that I could find the toothpaste aisle if I all I have is the number to go by. Who knows. What I do know is that this is possibly the lamest blog yet. It was just an unfortunate day where I hit three different stores (Smiths, Target and Home Depot) and it happened at all three. Bizarre.
I actually do, only it's on tiny scraps of paper at work. And who knows what I do with those. These scraps also contain titles of books I want to read, music to listen to or buy, words I don't understand the meaning of and want to look up, lists of things I need to do that week, lists of things I need at the grocery store etc... I find that I can produce a copious amount of lists. They are practically like journals, too bad they aren't dated. Most of the world has a better way to do it. I have a friend that uses her good old Franklin Covey planner every blessed hour. Another is so organized on her PC that if she were to have a house fire, she would never recover. Palms, magic phones that work better than Palms, even I-pods now, they keep everyone informed and on time but me. I like to stick to the random paper idea. These slips of paper end up all over my house, my car,in my purses and bags. I never find them in time to use them effectively, but I love finding them. "Oh yeah" I think, "Radiohead was going to be on Letterman last week. Bet that was good". or "Hey- I forgot to buy spray starch at the store".
Hopefully I will soon find one of my errant pieces of paper with a good blog written on it. Then maybe I can blog about something other than blogging.
I know where I should be going. Why can't I steer myself there a little better? I have goals and ideas of what I want to happen, what is keeping me from achieving them? I put the blame solely on myself. A friend and I were talking about what to do next. New jobs, new cities etc... It seems I only make these decisions when something happens TO me and I react. Which is sad because one of my all time favorite quotes is:
It is following the lines of least resistance that makes rivers and men crooked.-Ralph Parlette
It's time for the Academy Awards- that are almost always a let-down. (But not this year baby! Kir & Darrens party is going to rule!!) It's time for Paris Hilton to start wearing underwear. (I want Stacy and Clinton of What Not To Wear to rip her a new one.) ((I wish Clinton was straight.)) It's time for me to take a vacation, I am getting way too cranky at work. (Big V is so not happening, time to be out of debt, grrrr.) And most of all, it's time for everyone to take a few minutes and blog. Me included. Love to all -M
Rather than attach her to a list of celebrities who bug, I thought I'd just give her a few minutes of my time with no distractions. This woman is such a relationship genius that she has been in a multitude of massively public breakups. And actions like posing nude and roles in major lame-o-la movies has proven that she is not exactly a rocket scientist. You can just check US Weekly or the like for a catalog of her dysfunctional life. She never really made my radar before until I read a recent article about her and she had the nerve to blame her parents, her happily married and very normal parents- for her dysfunctional relationships. See, from her point of view, she never knew that you could be a happy adult and be single. Because her parents were happy and married. She didn't know there was another option. Wow.(not WoW) She is an ID-I-OT. What a ridiculous slant to put on normal. Now nuclear families will get blamed for any screwing up that happens too. It's bad enough that we live in a society that encourages us to look anywhere but at ourselves for explanations for our horrible behavior. Now we apparently have one more place to blame. Happiness. She is baleeted.
Dear Friend,
I was just reading the fug website:
www.gofugyourself.typepad.com
Kir first blessed us with this wonderful land of happiness. Anyhow, added to that genius of a site is a link to another site. And this is my favorite site in ages.
www.awfulplasticsurgery.com
That's all I have for today. I don't want to waste your time reading my blog when you can be perusing their nasty rants. Consider it a gift from me.
Love Marianne
