Trashing the Dress

Chris and I went out yesterday to “Trash” my wedding dress with the photographer we used for the wedding.  If you haven’t heard of this phenomenon check out www.trashthedress.com.

We shot in all kinds of fun places.  A hot dog stand while eating a chili cheese dog, against a white and black wall, in a shoe store, in a windown with naked manikins,  laying on the walk of stars, and finally, in a fountain.  We had a great time and I can’t wait to see the pictures.   I’ll be sure to post some here.

I was really excited about the fountain and it was lots of fun prancing around in it…until I layed down in it.  Holy hell was it cold!  It was as if someone poured ice just knowing that some unsuspecting girl in a wedding dress would jump in and lay down.  I felt like I was on America’s Next Top Model.

Anyways, that was my Wednesday.  Did you do anything interesting this week?

Bean-O

I love broccoli.  Love, love, love it!  Unfortunately, the feeling is not mutual.

Whenever I have any dish with broccoli I have terrible stomach cramps just a couple of hours later.  My Mom says that it’s because broccoli gives you bad gas.  Is this it?  Is that why my stomach hardens like a rock when I eat broccoli because I thought I was just growing another head of it in my tummy.  My husband thinks there’s no way it’s just gas.

I’ve tried living without my dear friend broccoli but I miss him.  He’s always been good to me and I don’t feel right just abandoning him on the side of the plate like that.  I think I may finally swallow my pride and go buy some Bean-O.  Yes, it will make me feel like I’m 90 years old but I’ll give anything a shot at this point.

How Do They Do That?

I went to brunch with some friends yesterday to celebrate one of their birthdays.  Brunch was at 11:30am.  Mmmm…yummy brunch!  We ordered brunch (nachos for me which I can’t really recommend but they did the job since I don’t eat eggs) and sat around talking for a bit.  …and sat some more, and some more, and some more.

This peticular group of friends is known for this.  For being able to sit at a restaurant ALL DAY LONG.  We sat there for so long that we eventually ordered lunch, and then dessert.  Yes, we sat there for 4.5 hours!  (Although, I must say dessert was wonderful.  We ordered s’mores and they brought flames to our table to cook them on.  Yummy!)

Anways, while I love spending time with these friends I just don’t understand how they can sit there and not move for so long.  I asked Chris and he thinks it’s the same reason why he can sit in front of a video game for 5 hours and be happy.  I just can’t sit and do anything the same for 5 hours.  Do I have ADD?  Are my friends just lazy?  Am I just impatient?  Who knows?

Overheard at Souplantation:

Mom:  C’mon honey, it’s time to go.

Kid: But I don’t wannna’ go!   Why do we have to go?

Mom: Because it’s late and I’m not feeling very well.

Kid: (after a short pause a light bulb goes on above her head) OHHHH!  Do you have to go to the pooper?

Haha,  I couldn’t help myself from laughing out loud.

My AIM Convo’s with my Mom

My Mom and I always have strange AIM or phone conversations.  There always seems to be some miscommunication that ends up in complete hilarity.  Yesterday was no different.

We’re typing along and I tell her “Chris may be here to pick me up soon so if I stop typing abruptly you’ll know why.  Just a warning.”  I’d hate to leave her hanging with no idea what happened so this is often something I’ll let her know if I have to leave soon or I have an appointment coming in.

The converstation continued just fine for the next 10 minutes then, out of nowhere, she types “bye.”  What?  What happened?  I had no idea?  I responded with “Ummmm…okay.”

She’s a slow typer and after a few minutes her response came: “I abrupted you first.  Hahaha”

That’s my mom alright.

Go ME!

Can I just point out that I’ve blogged for 3 straight days in a row?  Yeah, go ME!

My Step-Dad In A Nutshell

My step-dad recently got laid off from his job after 26 years of working there.  Long story but it was really sucky of the company to do.   Anyways, my family is now living on my mom’s salary (which isn’t too much) until my step-dad’s severence kicks in.

Many hilarious things have happened since this lay-off, here are just a few:

1) A few weeks after my dad was escorted out of the building (company policy apparently) he received a huge box in the mail from them.  He figured it was the contents of his locker since he hadn’t had a chance to clean it out.  He set it on the table and proceeded to open it.  After much flinging of the bubble wrap he found…a tabletop grandfather clock.  Wait, it get better!  On the front of the clock there is a plaque which reads “His name, 1981-2007.”  Yeah, like if he died.  What company lays someone off and then sends them a commemorative clock?

2) After a few months of waiting for the severance to kick in my mom asked him what was going on.  Apparently he  didn’t put in to the paperwork needed to collect it because if he did “they’d want me to look for a job in the same field and I want to do something different.”  This coming from a 60 year old man.  A week later he told me about this really exciting job he found at a zoo!  Haha.

3) The job with the zoo must not have worked out because a few weeks ago  he told my mom that he was going to apply to be a pizza delivery boy.  Somehow, he fails to see the difference between $45,000/year and $8.00/hour.

4) Today my mom found him sitting at home (as always) studying his Latin language books.  When asked what he was doing he replied that Latin is a good thing to have when looking for a job.  Really?  Because I’ve never been asked if I knew Latin.  When my mom gave him a stunned look he replied “My job definitely would have found out if I hadn’t know any Latin when I started.”  Hmmm…his job required no knowledge of any kind of foreign language whatsoever.  Interesting the things people will come up with when job hunting.

How I Met My Husband

Inspired by a post over at Poot and Cubby (which I would link to if I could freakin’ figure out how) I’ve decided to tell you all about how I met my husband.

I was a sophomore in college and he was a senior. We lived in the same college apartment building and he was friends with my roommate. He came to the apartment one night looking for extras to be in his student film. My roommate wasn’t around but I was a theatre major and jumped at the change.

“Great!” he said. “Be downstairs in 5 minutes and dress like you’re in the 20’s.” Ummm…okay. I was a team player. I frantically searched in my closet for 20’s clothes. I came up with a geometric print flapper-type dress and figured that woudl do. I threw on some blacked printed tights with it and some black boots and ran down the stairs to his place.

Well, obviously none of the other extras he had found had put much thought into their outfits. Most of them were in jeans and club-type shirts. I got a few weird looks from them but I was proud of myself for at least TRYING to look like I was in the 20’s.

The shoot went on and my boyfriend picked me up to go eat afterwards (yes, I was dating someone else at the time).

The next year Chris and I started dating. After a few months of dating we were driving around in his car and he turned to me and said “Can I ask you something? Why did you wear that strange dress to my film shoot last year?” Shocked crossed over my face and I was a little upset. Getting all huffy I replied “Well, you said to dress like I was in the 20’s and it’s pretty hard to come up with an outfit like that on 5 minutes notice Mister.” Hmph.

He cracked up and informed me that he had said to dress like I was in MY 20’s, not in THE 20’s. Doh.

Back on the Dieting Bandwagon

Okay, the honeymoon was fun and full of glutenous goodness but now I’m back in the real world.  That means my fat ass has got to…well…go.  Actually, maybe not.  I rather like the fact that my butt is big and round.  (My husband has a bubble butt too)  Perhaps ridding myself of my posterior shouldn’t be the goal.  Hmmm…what would I like to go first…I know!  My thighs.  Yes, for sure.

Anyways, all this to tell you that you’ll probably have a lot of bitchy, hungry girl posts for the next few days/weeks.  I’m a foodie and it’s really hard to stay on track with the dieting.  I did weight watchrs a couple of years ago and lost 40 pounds so I’m back to counting my points.  I don’t attend meetings, I do it all online, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

So internets, wish me luck and if you have any dieting tips or tricks feel free to share them in the comments section.

I Love My Husband

I love my husband and I don’t think it’s just because we’re in that “just married” phase.  We’ve been together for over 6 years and lived together for 5 of those.  I just don’t think the love is going to end.

That’s why I’m so confused when my coworkers talk about how much they can’t wait to get rid of their husbands.   They bash these guys inside and out and although some guys do drastically change after marriage (like my step-dad) I just don’t think that the case all the time.

Are the two people in these relationships just lazy about being in love?  Do they never do nice things for each other or appreciate the fact that the other person may have feelings?

I just don’t get and I hope I never do.  My husband is amazing for so many reasons.  For example, he’s a wonderful cook and we switch off making dinner and the person who doesn’t cook does the dishes.  Last night he made delicious thai curry and he went to go clean the dishes afterwards.  When I asked him to stop since it was my turn to do the cleaning he insisted on doing it, reasoning that I had done the laundry so he’d clean.  I mean, am I lucky or what?  Our whole relationship is give and take and today I am reveling in how wonderful that is.

*Stepping off my soapbox now*