Monday, September 29, 2008

Because the Razorbacks have Diehard Fans...

...they were nice enough to move their game on October 4th to 11:30 a.m., so the people who were conflicted about going to a wedding or going to a game can technically do both!

Unfortunately, the Razorbacks are pretty bad this year, what with a new coach and a green team. Their fans still love them, but wow. It's a tough time to be a Razorback fan.

And since we all know they'll lose, you can leave your frustrations at the door. Let's not dwell. Instead, let's enjoy the day for what it is - a glorious wedding starring Wiley and yours truly!!

(P.S. - if any Razorback players are reading this, help a girl out and win, would ya? Kthankssomuch.)

Friday, September 26, 2008

The 8-Day Update.

Tan fading a bit. Oh well. I'll go maybe two more times and then that'll be it. Wiley looked at me once and said he actually liked me with just a bit of color. He liked it better than he thought he would. You learn something new everyday.

I found some great makeup at Sephora. I went in just thinking I'd talk to them about colors, and the next thing I know, I'm sitting on a chair and they're applying the makeup to my face to see how it looks! I got some Lorac foundation and some bronzing powder in Hot and Spicy, which really does wonders for shaping your face and making your cheeks pop out (and not in that bad Pat Benatar way). I also found some Urban Decay eyeshadow primer called Primer Potion, and this stuff is awesome. No creasing of the eyeshadow and no fading of the eyeshadow = perfect for a wedding!

Figured out how to do my hair, and I'm very happy with it. I still look like me.

Flowers have been ordered, a massage has been scheduled, and now I'm trying to figure out what I might do with the people who will already be in town on Saturday. Maybe a boat ride around the lake. Or just roaming the grounds of the inn (very spacious and pretty, especially if there are some leaves that are falling and are crunchy under your feet). Whatever I do, I'm told I'm not allowed to see Wiley until the ceremony, which bites.

So now we just cross fingers and hope that no pimples emerge and hope that we can still fit into the dress with no problem.

Warning to Pet Owners

Thanks to Spyder for posting this.

Reprinted in part:

Over the weekend the doting owner of two young lab mixes purchased Cocoa Mulch from Target to use in their garden. They loved the way it smelled and it was advertised to keep cats away from their garden. Their dog Calypso decided that the mulch smelled good enough to eat and devoured a large helping. She vomited a few times which was typical when she eats something new but wasn't acting lethargic in any way. The next day, Mom woke up and took Calypso out for her morning walk. Half way through the walk, she had a seizure and died. Although the mulch had NO warnings printed on the label, upon further investigation on the company's website, this product is HIGHLY toxic to dogs and cats. Cocoa Mulch is manufactured by Hershey's, and they claim that 'It is true that studies have shown that 50% of the dogs that eat Cocoa Mulch can suffer physical harm to a variety of degrees (depending on each individual dog). However, 98% of all dogs won't eat it.' This Snopes site gives the following information:

Cocoa Mulch, which is sold by Home Depot, Foreman's Garden Supply and other Garden supply stores, contains a lethal ingredient called 'Theobromine'. It is lethal to dogs and cats. It smells like chocolate and it really attracts dogs. They will ingest this stuff and die. Several deaths already occurred in the last 2-3 weeks. Just a word of caution, check what you are using in your gardens and be aware of what your g ardene rs are using in your gardens. Theobromine is in all chocolate, especially dark or baker's chocolate which is toxic to dogs. Cocoa bean shells contain potentially toxic quantities of theobromine, a xanthine compound similar in effects to caffeine and theophylline. A dog that ingested a lethal quantity of garden mulch made from cacao bean shells developed severe convulsions and died 17 hours later. Analysis of the stomach contents and the ingested cacao bean shells revealed the presence of lethal amounts of theobromine.

Friday, September 19, 2008


Last night we had Girls' Night, which included chocolate lava cake, spinach and artichoke dip, strong martinis and gossip. And then the conversation drifted briefly to sports. Blame the alcohol, but I am now on an intramural co-ed flag football team playing Wednesday nights at 10 p.m. That's evening. About the time I try to go to bed. 15 days before my wedding.

Anyone remember Marsha Brady's nose right before prom? Let's hope that doesn't happen to me.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Throwing in the Towel.

I have a cold. I've acquired the unwanted ability of making people mad without knowing how I'm doing it. I have 17 days to get rid of 3 pimples and try to keep what little tan I have. I'm done. Broken. Not taking it anymore. Pass the booze, please.

If you need me, I'll be under my covers, in my darkened room, sleeping, giving up on the world.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008


Been busy. But I have a moment to vent.

First, kids are stupid. At any age, they are stupid. Tonight on my way home in the dark, a girl is walking in the middle of the street, though the sidewalk is just 4 feet to her right.

Indiana time is slow time. At green arrows, there is easily a car length or two between each car. I guess when you're used to driving in a big city, all that space equals extra time that's being wasted. This leads to frustration, which is further compounded by said stupid kids who have huge SUVs and don't know how to drive them.

And last but not least, we are moving the last of our stuff out of our storage unit. Some asshat today came into the office wanting to get in, and found out that I was renting the office next door. He didn't have a key to get in, and I didn't have mine, but I don't want people looking at my stuff anyway. So then he asked if I could have a key tomorrow that he could pick up. I originally said ok because I was completely thrown off guard by this guy who took up the I-have-a-cobb-up-my-ass-and-shouldn't-be-talking-to-you-peons, but then I got angry, so I called the property manager, who said I didn't have to give him a key because I was rightfully renting it for the next couple of weeks. So tomorrow, I get the joy of being an asshat right back, but I'll be much nicer about it. And maybe after I'm done for correcting his way of talking to me, he'll thank me for taking that cobb out of his butt.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

You Know....

It's a great day when the gynecologist you've never met before, whom you're about to get very personal with, takes a look at your chart and says, "Are you interesting in losing weight at all?"

Monday, September 8, 2008

Updating the Few Readers That Are Still With Me.

I should be doing laundry, or making a grocery list, or at least getting the phone to have nearby so when Wiley calls, I can go get him, but instead I'm trying to catch up on my 125 posts I've neglected to read (don't you people have anything else to do) and posting what's been going on.

Wiley and I raced to KC on Friday so we could pick up our rings and my last cat, Deeder. We ended up not getting Deeder because her momma wanted to keep her, so my fat cat, who used to resemble a black panther and now resembles a black bear, is no longer mine. Rewind and Dixie aren't complaining, and I'm ok with the decision, but at the time, I was sad.

I got my hair cut and highlighted, and talked to my stylist about how to style my hair. She gave me some hints and tricks, so this week, next week, and the week after will be spent playing with my hair to attempt to make it look like the picture I found ages ago. With short hair, there weren't many pictures to go around. But I like what I found.

Saturday night we went to Abuelo's for food with a small group of friends, only it turned out to be a surprise wedding shower. Wiley pretended to get sick at Barnes & Noble so I didn't beat the guests there (I have this thing about being just a bit early or on time), so we got there "late", but that was just so everyone would have time to get there and get seated. Wiley herded me in and said, "They're over here," and I look and see 13 people seated who shouted, "Surprise!" It took a bit to sink in that they were there for us. Everyone did a fabulous job at keeping me in the dark. I really like surprises so this was great. We had Hitler's sister wait on us. "Ok, listen up. This is how it' s gonna be. I'm going to take care of the front tables. This waiter here's going to take care of the back tables. No one's allowed to change seats. Follow my orders and we'll get along just fine." Since I missed the spiel, I of course got up to talk to the guests, which flustered her when it came time to taking our food orders. And then she said she'd split the checks for us, but didn't, and then the manager came out and told us that their first concern is to get the food out hot and fast, and if customer service has to take a backseat to that, then that's ok with them. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Abuelo's, you let me down, especially when you forgot my pappas con chiles (taters to you lay people). But I did appreciate that Steve Buschemi's twin did some magic tricks for us, and he called me Mary. We had a great time though, and it was so fun to see people I didn't think I'd be able to see on this trip.

So we both have our rings, and they look smashing. It's going to take awhile to get used to rings. Mine is quite heavy, but Wiley's looks great on him, and it's tight enough that it hopefully won't go flying off into the class when he gestures.

Sunday was spent driving back and then trying to do a couple loads of laundry. Lots of laundry to do when you move.

Meesha, I wasn't able to post on your blog, but if I got it right, you had a birthday, so happy birthday! We celebrate because then we get cake. And you should wear your age with pride. I'll believe that just as soon as I get some wrinkles taken off my face, hahaha.

Pom, the last I read about you, you were happy that other babies had icky baby neck. It sounds a little gross, but babies do not, and are not, squeaky clean all the time. Just as long as she's not attracting wildlife, I think you're ok.

, glad to hear your mom seems to be doing better and you don't mind playing the Hurry Up and Wait Game. The float trip is hilarious, and if I'm back in KC sometime when you do your float trip, I'm totally there!

Cara, keep practicing saying President Obama. You saying that gives me hope.

Wow, got some vertigo going on now, so I'm going to try and eat something and hope it goes away in time to get Wiley.