Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
- A friend I used to work with emailed me about a week or so ago because she wants to fix me up with her friend's brother. (He and I have since exchanged voicemails, but haven't yet connected in person.) His name is Nick.
- Another friend emailed me tonite to finalize our plans for tomorrow. She mentioned that some guy might be meeting us out for the purpose of meeting me. His name is Nick.
- My sister texted me from her husband's high school reunion tonite (about an hour after I got the email from my friend above) with a pic of a really cute guy captioned "Your husband." His name is... you guessed it!... Nick.
What does all of this mean? I don't know. Maybe nothing!
But is it at all weird that St. Nicholas is supposedly the patron saint of single women? (Check out this blog post for details.) I don't know.
And is it weird that good ol' St. Nick is as far as the eye can see right now (the mall, the television, the papers)? I don't know.
What do I know? This is gonna be a confusing couple of weeks for me. Wow.
*** UPDATE *** UPDATE *** UPDATE ***
I confirmed with my mother that my name was supposed to be Nicholas until I was born missing the requisite... ummm... appendage.
And, I had a dream about Nick Jonas last nite. (Who's creepy now?)
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
I know I haven't written about many boy interactions lately because... well... there haven't been a lot to talk about.
(That's sort of a lie. I was preoccupied with Molly's wedding and some other stuff going on.)
But, in the case that you are looking for some easy reading to lull you into your Turkey Day tryptophan nap, here's a quick rundown of some of the lame (read: sad, boring and going nowhere) boy encounters I've had over the past couple of weeks:
- The Cop Facebook friended me. I accepted the request, but didn't do anything after that. Then I got a FB message from him a few days later that said, "You should call me sometime. Or text." Oh, yes, Cop. That has the makings of the start of an awesome new relationship.
- The Lawyer apparently did not get the hint after I ditched out on the prom. He called last week, but I was in Target (where my phone never works) so I missed the call. Then I got wrapped up in Molly's wedding stuff and never called him back. (Not that I really wanted to anyhow... if it were someone I really liked, I think I would have found the time to call.) THEN, I got an email from him earlier this week just checking in. UGH.
- I got cornered by The Chef at Molly's rehearsal dinner, but I think he's relatively harmless at this point. However, he did block my path to the bathroom -- literally -- then walked me to the bathroom (and seemingly almost came in!).
- The Banker just sent a text that said, "Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble gobble!!!" WTF? I haven't talked to him since the '60s. Plus, I'm fairly certain this was one of those mass texts that he probs sent to every girl in his phone. I think he's just looking for someone to stuff this Thanksgiving, if you know what I mean. Sorry, Banker.
Thankfully, there are a couple of new prospects on the horizon (most of whom I haven't even talked to yet -- they are finders' fee potentials). Let's hope they aren't turkeys too.
Note: one of the new potentials is a referral from a girl who once fixed up my friend Michele with a guy who wore jorts (jean shorts), pump tennis shoes and a concert tee on their first (and only) date. So, if nothing else, this should make for some good blog reading if it doesn't work out. Stay tuned!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
The winners? Guys chose Jennifer Aniston and girls chose George Clooney. Click here for the full list of top choices.
I actually quite like the Clooney suggestion because he is supposed to be a huge prankster, which seems fun (provided he's not playing any jokes on me). And, he's not too bad on the eyes either. (Unless you're talking about this heinous pic, which I can not stop laughing about.)
But Jennifer Aniston? While I covet her hair and physique, I think she actually seems quite boring otherwise. She barely smiles and probably barely eats (then again, that would mean more food for her date on Turkey Day).
So if you were single and could bring a celebrity home for Thanksgiving dinner, who would it be? My top choices:
- Josh Duhamel - totes hot, is funny and would probably know all the words to Glamorous
- Justin Timberlake - totes hot, is funny and can entertain me after dinner (hopefully with back-up dancing skills similar to his recent guest stint on SNL)
- Paul Rudd - totes hot, is funny and can re-enact scenes from Clueless with me after dinner
- Adam Levine - totes hot. Not sure if he's funny. But something about him is just really delicious. (But not as delicious as blogaunt's special recipe stuffing.)
Sensing a theme? Hot and funny. Got it?Note to anyone I'll see on or around Turkey Day: No, I am not dating anyone. So please don't bother asking. Unless you want one of those turkey drumsticks shoved somewhere that is going to be painful for both of us.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
- SAFETY PINS. Carrie and I each had wardrobe malfunctions and needed pins to holster our bra straps into our dresses.
- TISSUES. Molly asked for a couple of them before the loooooong trip down the aisle. She then proceeded to shove them into Drew's pocket right before they exchanged their vows. (Note: He had to take the tissues out of his pocket about 4 seconds later when they both got a little teary. Awww.)
- HAIRSPRAY & MIRROR. Duh. However, Carrie also got resourceful with the hairspray and reattached a runaway fake eyelash using some. That was crafty.
- BOBBY PINS. All of the bridemaids' hair was super cute yesterday (thanks to Kelly!), but most of the styles required a lot of bobby pins. The more everyone moved/danced, the more the supply in the bag dwindled.
- ASPIRIN. I got a killer headache right after the ceremony (I forgot to have caffeine in the a.m. -- duh), so I popped three pills (and a Red Bull... which may or may not have had some vodka in it) and was good to go.
- DEODORANT. Some of us were so cold, we were sweating. I know that sounds like it makes no sense, but it happened. Thank goodness for the cucumber scented Dove.
- EVIAN SPRAY. A couple of the groomsmen were feeling schivatz after a long day of drinking, so a few quick sprays from the Evian toner/refresher spray and they were ready to break it down. (Literally. One of the guys at the wedding was break dancing.)
- PLASTIC BABUSHKA. We didn't really need this at all yesterday (it was cold, but not rainy), but Drew put it on during pictures to keep some of us girls entertained during "down" times.
Unfortunately, the survival kit bag itself did not fare so well. As in, it completely busted open.
But I just think that means even the bag was so happy for the newly married couple that it was busting at the seams. ;)
Now I have to go see if I've got anything in there for dancing injuries. Apparently your dear Always A Bridesmaid thought it was a good idea to do the splits. On the dance floor. In my bridesmaid dress.
And I'm paying for it today.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
- THE INGREDIENTS (per loaf): 1/4 pound pepperoni, bag of shredded cheese, fresh (not frozen) dough (I usually buy unbaked crusts from local pizza joints, but grocery stores often sell fresh dough in the deli area), melted butter
- THE PREP: Coat a cookie pan with cooking spray. Knead/push out the dough to the edges of the pan (all around). Cover dough with cheese. Cover cheese with pepperoni. Roll into a "log" shape (keep it longer vs. wider... that's what she said). Make sure the seam is on the bottom before baking. Brush with melted butter.
- THE BAKING: Bake in a 375-degree oven for about half an hour (or until the bread looks golden). Let cool and cut into slices.
- THE EATING: Enjoy with a cold beer or glass of bubbly. NOTE: in the unfortunate chance that any pepperoni grease gets on the bride's gown during this stage, use a Shout Wipe to dab it out. Proven remedy.
Could not be easier. Or more yummy.
Now I just have to figure out how to resist the urge to devour the three loaves that are bubbling up in the oven right now.
(OK, maybe I'll have ooooonnnnneeee little piece... just to make sure it tastes ok, alright? Back off.)
***** U P D A T E *****
Confirmation on the delicious factor. Had two pieces once the loaves cooled last nite (for quality control purposes, of course).
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
- Go to Jazzercise (or "cardio class," if you are a cute single boy reading this) to get my stamina up for dancing.
- Stop at Target for a couple of final supplies for the "wedding day survival kit."
- Pop into Heinen's to get the stuff to make pepperoni bread for the party bus.
- Hit up Crocker (if I have time) to get a new bra to wear for the Big Day and a bday present for my brother-in-law.
- Grab 15 minutes in a tanning booth. (I know it's bad for me. But so is feeling like a giant white blob in pictures, so deal with it.)
- Curl my extensions. (Looks like the winning hairstyle is going to be Option 1!)
- Have a work thing to go to, so I probably won't have much time to do wedding-related stuff. But, I might have to bust out early if I don't get everything done tonite.
- Hit up a morning Jazzercise/cardio class to sweat off drinking from my work event and get my arms (which I will inevitably flex and kiss several times throughout the nite on Saturday) in tip-top shape.
- Make pepperoni bread (three loaves).
- Get a mani and pedi (we are wearing open toed shoes, so I MUST!).
- Attend wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner (at Fahrenheit - YUM!). BTW, this has the potential to be VERY awkward considering this post.
On the bright side, I no longer need to make a list of things I need to do, since it's all right here!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
OPTION 3: Half up, half down worn curly (note: this option may involve me clipping a small group of bangs straight back vs. down the middle as is modeled by Ms. Electra here)
OPTION 4: An homage to wildlife (yes, that is really hair formed into the shape of a bear's head)
What do you think? Really, I'd be happy with any of them (OK, maybe not the bear on the brain one -- seriously, WTF is up with that one?!?), but I'm leaning toward Option 1.
HELP!?!? Vote in the poll or leave a comment.
Monday, November 17, 2008
I knew I wanted to wear black (perhaps because I had already planned to be in mourning that nite, had I gone). And I didn't have any back-up wedding dresses to choose from because nearly all of the dresses I've worn to weddings lately have been bridesmaid dresses.
But by the time I decided not to go to prom, it was too late to cancel my order. So I got the package at work last Friday and tried on the dresses over the weekend.
Now I'm thinking of keeping this one, since it fits me really well and I know I have at least two weddings to go to next year that I actually get to pick my own dress for! (Read: I'm not a bridesmaid!)
But I'm a tad torn. Does the organza and/or bubble skirt make it a little too trendy? Will it be completely out of style by next summer? (If you want to get a closer look at the dress, click here.)
A girl can never have too many LBDs, can she? Or maybe this just means I actually need to do something fun/out on the town this year for New Year's Eve so I can wear it and be certain it won't be out of style yet. (More about how much I hate NYE in a future post.)
What do you think?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
- The Creepy Texter knew my name. And purposely didn't want me to know his (or hers???).
- The Creepy Texter HAD to have seen me that day. I know, I know. You could say that anyone could guess I was wearing a blouse based on what most girls wear to work. But the truth is, I was wearing a very obvious blouse. One that you WOULD comment on. Not just a plain blue shirt or something. And how did he know I wasn't wearing a sweater or a dress?
- The Creepy Texter used the word "blouse." That in and of itself is creepy. What boy says "blouse?"
After fearing for the entire weekend that I was going to be chopped up into little pieces, I decided (and still HOPE) this was just someone I know playing a prank on me.
But, whoever it was has good taste. I do look cute in that blouse. :)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
- I love our dresses. Steel gray babydoll/empire waist silk dupioni dress with a cute black sash. (Truth be told, I don't actually have mine yet. It's being taken in for the second time. The first time I tried it on, it was literally like I wrapped myself in a duvet cover. So it's taken a couple of rounds of alterations to make it fit. And I didn't blog about it before b/c I didn't want Molly worried that it was going to look like a potato sack on me. Now that she saw it in person last weekend, she's feeling good, so I can write about it.)
- My whole family is going to be at the wedding. Parents, sisters, brothers-in-law. Anyone who has ever seen my family in action on a wedding dance floor knows what a treat is in store. Suffice to say my father will likely be dirty dancing with my friends, and everyone will tell my sisters they should try out for So You Think You Can Dance after the wedding.
- My wedding partner specifically requested me to be paired with him. (Don't get too excited, readers -- he's married.) But, I think that means we will definitely rock the bridal party "coolness" contest since we are both loud and outgoing. And, I'm hoping, good dancers.
Oh, and I'm really happy for the bride- and groom-to-be too. But that goes without saying. :)
(Six degrees side note: I was actually supposed to get fixed up with the groom-to-be years ago, but ended up rekindling with The Divorcee the nite before I was supposed to meet Drew. See, Moll? You're right. Everything happens for a reason.)
Sunday, November 9, 2008
- staple my eyelids to the carpet
- get a UTI or yeast infection
- wear pegged jeans on a date with an incredibly hot guy
- have extra fat injected into my ass and thighs
I have a feeling this is going to be a looooooong week. I already can't wait for Saturday to be over.
SERIOUSLY, PEEPS... is it too late to cancel? And if it's not, what should I say?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Can you imagine being this best man?
Guess I should be glad that bridesmaids are only charged with carrying flowers and looking cute during the ceremony. Yikes.
(And I'm guessing Molly is happy that her wedding in a couple of weeks is on an altar, not on a platform over a body of water!)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Nope, I'm just here to today to tell you to get out and vote. Why? See below.
I get to vote in a log cabin, which is an added bonus. Hold the syrup, please.