The Time is Nigh

This is the dress, needless to say this is not my body, or head for that matter. I also do not have this giant wrap thingy. Just a small chiffon flowy type scarf the lady in the store threw in for free. It's lovely. The lady in the bridal shop is hilarious, she keeps calling me darling, and honey. She also sounds like the lady from Monster's Inc. "Have you filled out your paperwork?"

Oh dear oh dear oh dear...is this panic setting in? Nah, no panicking, it's only...forever! ACK!!!

Ok, seriously, I'm not scared, well a little. Every so often, for no reason, I get the shakes. Me nerves are betraying me, cuz I otherwise feel quite calm and ready to depart into the journey of our lives together.

I'm so excited, and feel somewhat like I'm actually watching someone else's life. This isn't my life, is it? Yes, you big fart, it is... I'm answering my own questions. I guess some part of me never thought I'd be married and sharing my life with another person. I got too comfortable being on my own and adventuring into and out of disastrous relationships doomed to fail from the very beginning simply because they were the wrong person, thus making them safe as I'd never really have to commit to them. UGH! I'm venturing far too deep into my inner psyche. Somebody stop me please.

Phew, ok, so I'm going to stop all this deep thinking, worrying about where things will go, how it will all end up. I'm going to just go with the flow and enjoy the ride which will hopefully last till we are both very old together and complaining about our arthritis and the weather.

My check list of completes is thus so far:

Toe and fingernails are done, but Jeez it's hard to keep from chipping them. Already chipped two of them and it hasn't even been 24 hours. I'll have nothing left by Sunday. Fingers are fabulous with French tip by the by. Never had a manicure OR pedicure before for that matter. As great as they look, I'll likely never do it again either. HUGE waste of money considering how long it lasts me.

Dress is back and ready to go with alterations done. I'm going to have to snag some stranger passing in the hallway to help me do it up. I can almost get it all save for the spaghetti straps in the back. If only they were stretchy, I could flip them over my head. I'm also going to replace the giant button the seamstress put in for the bustle and replace with a tiny hook. What was she thinking? It's HUGE, and the dress has NO other buttons, so there's this one button on my ass where the train hooks up, and no others. Looks bad.

Hair: ugh, stuck here. I tried doing my own updo, and failed. Well, it look oookkaaayyy (say this with trepidation) but the curls did not stay put. They just ended up limp and saggy in about 5 minutes. More practice will be needed, or an alternative hair do. Perhaps my usual pony tail will suffice. ha ha

I'm buying a veil. I wasn't going to, but after the hair fiasco, I decided it can't hurt. If at the very least, it covers up the bad hair, it will have been money well spent.

Have shoes, not dyed to match dress but really, if your close enough to be checking to see if the tiny white straps on my shoes do not match the pale ivory of my dress, I'm going to kick you in the nose, cuz you'll have to be up my dress to do it where no one, save for B+ should be.

Rings are bought. I wanted to get B+'s engraved but he's hid them somewhere cuz he doesn't want me to have the engagement ring prior to our departure. ARG, how can I surprise him if I have to ask for them. It'll have to wait till we get back.

I bought tickets to see the Blue Man group. They are coming to town. I'm going to give them to him as a gift. Was going to be a birthday gift but I think I'll get him something else for his bday. I may contact his buddies and see if they'd like to do some sort of surprise for his bday which is going to be slightly over shadowed by this wedding and the subsequent backlash of the whole "eloping thing"

What am I missing? I can't think, too scattered. For the LOVE OF JEBUS! Now I'm panicked I'm going to forget something integral. I have fancy underwear for the woo woo, ding ding, wedding night.

I don't know. Maybe I'm just worried about the reactions of friends and families... I'll post the updates when I get back. Taa for now folks, I'll get in touch when I come back as the "Mrs. McB+"

Latta Peeps

Magic Eight Ball? More like sucky eight ball.

I'm not sure what's going on here, but I'm wearing some awesome frog slippers. Stay classy!





Coming in to the finish of the 10K.



Helping B+ work on his truck. I'm playing with the gears on his big engine...wink wink!



When we went kayaking in PEI the other weekend. It was such a nice sunset to kayak into.




UGH! I am soo bored at work. I've actually run out things to look at on the internet.

Flea: I am driving slower too to save gas too, also car pooling as often as possible. My fiancé drives even slower than I do.

Why do rappers wear their pants soo low. Why wear them at all? I can already see their underpants. Take them off, save on laundry.

We bought our wedding rings yesterday. I definitely got the better end of the deal. B+'s ring (which I bought) was a quarter of the cost of mine (which he bought). I'm not kidding, mine cost 4 times the amount, I feel really badly he spent so much but he helped me choose it. I did get an engagement ring AND a wedding band though. It's killing me that I can't wear the engagement ring. He said I can have it on the ferry to Newfoundland. Makes sense, if we're keeping this a secret, I can't be walking around with giant shiny bling on my fingers. It's beautiful though. I'm not even a jewelry person but I can get used to it. It's a simple diamond solitaire cut round and in white gold. It doesn't stick up too high either which I liked. My wedding band is a series of little diamonds embedded on the top of the band. B+ chose a lovely white gold band in a brushed steal type look with shiny sides. It's very nice and classic.

This is by far the most negative magic eight ball I've ever seen.
Let me know if you can get a positive answer out of it.
Suckiest Magic Eight Ball Ever

Is it just me or does Daniel Beddingfield sound like the Chipmunks. Not sure if it's Alvin, Simon, or Theodore. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the song, has a great beat, it's just his voice. It's not natural!!!
Gotta Get Through This

Tidbits

We went kayaking around the Confederation Bridge in PEI. The water looked so calm, no white caps, but the swells were ginormous. In this photo, I'm gritting my teeth so hard in nervous apprehension I'm near toothless. I only wish you could see that my boat was lifting up and down about 4 to 5 feet and dropping with a splash over each swell.


Nope, I have not temporarily lost control of my fashion faculties or taken drastic steps backwards in my ability to dress myself, I'm wearing a spray skirt and booties. It keeps me dry while I paddle. We decided we would kayak to and camp on an island. From the shore, it looked nice, but once we got there, it was more like a horror movie involving millions of birds. Wait, that movie's already been made. The Birds. Needless to say, we kayaked back to shore in the dark, as the seagulls made so much noise we had to yell at each other to be heard, not to mention the poop.

Speaking of poop, it's hot, damn hot. I'm PMSy, bloated, and drinking much water, eating many vedgies, now I have the poops...at work. I'm good now though, I think it's all through. Just no sudden movements or bursts of laughter.

Speaking of hot, last week was 30 degrees plus humidity making it 38 to 40 degrees outside. That's nearly half way to boiling...literally.

Final points:

- Ran the 10K and finished in almost exactly 1 hour. I wasn't last...WOOO

- I'm finally moved in to B+'s house. Have yet to unpack. I freaking hate unpacking.

- Oh ya, almost forgot, we're eloping. Sssshhh no one is supposed to know. Except now you guys know. Ooops, my bad! I spilled the beans. We're going to Newfoundland first week of August and eloping while we're there, it's all set up and ready to go. I even have a dress picked out and being adjusted to fit me as I type this. It's beautiful, simple but beautiful. I'll post pictures later. No one even knows we're engaged so this will be a bit of a shocker for everyone, but I remind myself, it's about myself and B+, and no one else. We'll have a rockin party when we get back to appease some of the royally pissed off family members. There will be cake. There HAS to be cake at some point. This is my only request.

- Last and final point, the toaster has magically returned. All is right with the world.

The Case of the Missing Toaster and other Tid-Bits

So ya, I come into work today, prepped for the day with frozen bagel, empty coffee cup in hand. I head over the lunch room and WHOA, where's the toaster? This is not the first time it's gone walk-about so it leaves me to wonder how is the toaster so mobile. Is there some sick individual that likes to relocat the toaster randomly whenever they feel like it just to fuck around with people like me who prefer their bagels toasted to frozen? ARG, I wasted at least 15 minutes (work time) looking for the toaster.

I ran the 10K. It was easier than I though, I was more bored than anything else I imagined. What I imagined was twisted ankles, sore shins, tired legs, winded lungs, sheer exhaustion, but no, I was bored cuz it took so long. ha ha I came in at 59 minutes and a bunch of seconds...so basically an hour for 10K, which is weird cuz it takes me 34 minutes to run 5k. Oh, and I didn't come in last. There was 11 people out 99 that were slower than me. I'm impressed with me. WOO! Not a great time, but I finished and not last. I might try for a half marathon in the fall. We'll see...

I'm all moved. Did I mention how much I hate moving? I hate moving, but I'm done. Well, all my stuff is at B+'s house anyways. I need to unpack, which is a lot less stressful than packing and sorting in the first place. Jeez, I have a lot of crap.

The kiddo was at my parents this past weekend and week, and B+ was away for a "boys weekend" so I invited my friend S (ex-sister-in-law, and best friend) over for the weekend. We hit the bar scene on Friday night. I know it was a good night cuz in the morning, my feet were sore from dancing, there was hot peppers stuck to my shirt, a piece of pizza upside down on the floor, the entire contents of my purse spread out over the counter/floor, still dressed and half on, half off the sofa when I got up Saturday morning. We had a GREAT time. I really needed it after a super stressful week of moving.

In the week that I was moving, I put my back out, a rotator cuff seized, I had two canker sores, and 3 zits on my chin. A good indication that I was stressed is when my body starts to fall apart. I was falling apart, but I'm back at work and feeling 300% better save for the back thing, but I'm working on that with some deep tissue massage therapy. FUCK, it hurts when the guy digs his elbow into my ass cheek. I very clearly pointed out that this was the one and only time I didn't enjoy having a guys hands on my butt.

We're going camping next weekend. It will be a nice break for us to spend together. WOO!

Later gaters,
McB