Archive for September 2008

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9.30.08 Down to the wire

9.30.08 Down to the wire

I can only laugh at myself now for initially thinking that with a month-long engagement and three weeks of planning, I might actually eat in a responsible manner and possibly even lose weight before the wedding. When you run of the normal vices, and you don’t drink and you don’t smoke, there’s very little in [...]

09.29.08 An old cat, paper flowers

09.29.08 An old cat, paper flowers

The Man had to start his midnight shift early tonight, so I didn’t get to see him at all. To comfort myself, I had supper with my folks where I proceeded to eat the hell out of some pot pie. After supper, I made paper flowers with my mom and got eyed suspiciously by the [...]

09.28.08 Sunday is for slackers

09.28.08 Sunday is for slackers

I watched the entire first season of Mad Men. I want to be Joan Holloway. So, so, so very badly.

09.27.08 Part B: Back to before, what I was saying

On Wednesday and Thursday this week, I took a class in a building you might call a “midcentury marvel”. Or if you don’t like the vision designers had with access to a host of pharmaceuticals later deemed very dangerous who also weren’t told ciggies and excessive alcohol consumption was bad for you, well then you [...]

09.27.08 Hunting clothes, treasure

09.27.08 Hunting clothes, treasure

Shopping for The Man’s wedding outfit took more time than shopping for mine. Though mine came from the interwebs, land of convenience, and his had to be procured at an actual store, which is just naturally more time-consuming and overwhelming. But we were successful and we have handsome clothes for a handsome man. On the [...]

Awww, bummer Paul Newman

Awww, bummer Paul Newman

Paul Newman died. I loved him for his eyes and his salad dressing.

09.26.08 The bridal (and groomal) shower

09.26.08 The bridal (and groomal) shower

My coworkers proved their undying love for me with a bridal shower this afternoon at work. The Man and my folks were there. And about 1,000 pounds of sugar was invited, too. I’m sending The Man to work tonight with a huge container of brownies, a bag of sugar cookies, and a flat of cupcakes. [...]

09.25.08 Merry Christmas and a happy cat

09.25.08 Merry Christmas and a happy cat

Did you know it’s Christmas time? Yeah, it is. Ask Macy’s. This display gave me a heart attack. I thought somehow I had missed my wedding, Halloween, The Man’s birthday AND Thanksgiving. Putting up Christmas stuff in September should be banned at the Federal level. If I start a petition, will you sign it? On [...]

09.24.08 The perfect breakfast

09.24.08 The perfect breakfast

I’ve landed upon my perfect, portable breakfast. It’s egg whites and hot cereal grain mixture, a little baking powder, some vanilla, some cinnamon, and a couple mashed bananas. Bake until golden brown, in a loaf pan. Slice into individual servings. I used a barley, rye, wheat, and flax hot cereal mix in this batch, but [...]

09.23.08 Late nights, tiny bottles

09.23.08 Late nights, tiny bottles

Reason number 547 billion I love The Man and will marry him in about a week and a half: He’ll patiently wrap tiny bottles of bubbles in tiny labels, even after I pitch a Bitchy McRaggystein fit over the difficulty of cutting the tiny labels. The sort of fit that would embarrass a preschooler.