A challenge…

I have two challenges for you, my LOVELY readers….

Wedding Favors: Yay or Nay? And, if yay, what kind? The parameters are: I want something to keep with the Vegas theme and if we can incorporate 06/07/08 into it, the better. Less than $15 a person. Can’t be anything that has to be crafted because it’ll be shipped directly to Vegas.

Shoes: (For Lauren!) Size 8, flats. Can be sandals or closed toe. Navy Blue. And, can be on the fun or funky side.

GO!

Oh no you didn’t…

I’ve noticed a growing trend of late. One that is spawned by a small glance, followed by a simple query and leads into an inquisition. It appears that by getting married and setting firm a date means that you and your fellow have already discussed when you’re going to spawn. And, the person questioning you has EVERY right to inquire about your desire to reproduce. Obviously. Because why else would they throw out, “When are you going to start trying?” “You want kids don’t you?” “A honeymoon baby would be delightful.” It must be socially acceptable to know the contents of my uterus and when I’m going to withdraw the “for rent” sign I have posted in front of it.

I’m left standing there, trying to appear calm and not wanting to rip said inquisitor a new one. Running through my head is various responses of “Well, B and I try to have a baby – twice a day.” “I would love to have kids but I’ve watched the movie Alien one too many times.” “A BABY? ICK!”

None of those response are how I truly feel about reproducing but strangers, acquaintances and even some family members don’t need to be privy to that information. Giving them a glare or rebukeful glance is great for strangers and a “We haven’t thought that far ahead.” works for acquaintances but family wants a definitive date. A date so that they can plan a shower and their lives around the expectation of a wailing addition to the brood. Le sigh.

Now, I just give them the ol, “You’ll be one of the firsts to know when we make an announcement. But don’t hold you’re breath because we’re not looking for uterine tenants anytime soon.”

Gotta love mom…

While visiting my parents this past weekend, mom had a picture taking obsession. Even when we were in our PJs. Okay, especially when we were in our PJs.

Edie:I just realized mom still has the plastic cover on the table as a table clothe. That’s to protect the table from Elvis and his many spill attacks.

By the way, I love this picture.

He’s all mine…

Our anniversary was last week but we didn’t really celebrate. One, we forgot and two, we were going to Florida. B VERY much made it up to me by giving me my heart’s desire in the realm of Le Creuset.

The new kiwi dutch oven up front is the latest addition to our Le Creuset family. And, of course, he’s going to get the benefit of eating the products of his gift.

The shots…

Not a lot of words but a lot of pics…even one without makeup.

Me at my shower, you can see the glee on my face…

The happy couple…

Me and the bride, after a few drinks…

SENOR BUTCH! (I tried to put him in my carry on. Dad caught me)…

And, the happy (sorta) trio…

Tease…

I TOOK PICTURES! (Aren’t you ecstatic?) So, this is a quick post and run before work…and it’s the adorable nephew, Elvis*. *Not his real name, I have to protect those who’s parents give them atrocious monikers.

At 21 months, this is a shot of him doing what he knows how to do best, RUNNING! Yeah, it was a great weekend. More to come people, more to come.

I still got it…

Even if it means being hit on by a woman. But hell, getting hit on by a girl is the highest form of a compliment. Women are quite picky in their prey.

Miss me…

We’re going to Florida for no fun in the sun because it’s going to be in the 60’s. Eh, that’s okay, we’re off to see family. And, to shower me in presents and to celebrate with a close friend’s marriage.

Be back soon! (Hopefully with pictures because we know how good I am with taking those…)

In debt…

I’ve been tagged with a couple of memes, so let the confessions start. This one is brought to you by the letter A, as in Abigail.

SEVEN MORE RANDOM facts about me. And, this blog is all about me.

1. I hate beer. I do. It sucks big ol’monkey toes that have been dragged through the dirt. But I love me some vodka. And, that ladies and ONE gent, is my take on beer.

2. I love to write letters and buy stationary. Actually, I have a problem. I can’t go into a stationary store without buying something pretty to write on. It’s an addiction and there is no cure, and I’m glad.

3. We’re getting married on 06/07/08, because it’s a cool date to get married on. Also, it’s a straight, a winning hand in poker…and who doesn’t like a good hand of Hold’em?

4. I love my job. No really, I do. And someday, in the future, I’ll get to move to my dream city of NYC!

5. Ummmmm…I got hit on by a hot chick on Saturday night. She said that I was pretty and wanted to buy me a drink. It made my whole night.

EDITOkay, so obviously I wrote this while preoccupied and I can’t count to seven. I’m claiming Blonde as my excuse. (By the way, hit up the link…that’s Rock Star’s awesome sis’ blog!)

6. I get distracted very easily late at night and post things without counting nor editing until later the next day.

7. I’m terrified of balloons. If I have mentioned that already. Latex not mylar. And a kid holding a balloon will freak me out more than anything. Bottom line, it’s when they pop and the uncertainty of if/when/where they are going to pop. And Clowns with balloon animals…yeah, that’s a whole ‘nother story.

NOW WE HAVE SEVEN!

Now, I’m supposed to tag people to do the confession of seven but I’m a lazy butt. If you want to do it, let me know!

Cute block…

I need a cute outfit for next friday, when my sister, who’s my maid of honor, throws my first bridal shower. But, when I drove to the mall I circled the parking lot for twenty minutes.

I guess it’s the world’s way of telling me that it wasn’t a cute outfit day. Maybe tomorrow. Until then, I’ve been cute blocked.