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October 2008
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July 2008 ArchivesSo, looks like the ol' blog is starting to feel some neglect as our wedding dates rapidly approach. It's not like we don't have millions of hilarious/sad/inspiring things to say or that we're not thinking of you, loyal readers, but I have even been too tired to visit all of my time-wasting Web sites! Do you know how many cheezburger cats I had to look at today?! A LOT, a lot more than the amount of food I've had that even resembles a cheezburger in the past several months. Candy: I miss you. Remember when we were friends? I could use you for a sug... I must be really small-town (hay Tomball!), but I've never heard of giving extreme cosmetic surgery, such as Botox, to your bridesmaids.
But according to The New York Times, injecting your best friends' faces with botuli... It's finally happened. My mother has completely lost her mind. It started innocently enough -- she'd call me every once and awhile, inquiring about any number of wedding-related projects. "Have we reserved the florist?" "Does your father know how much that costs? Hahaha! Just kidding! Buy it!" But then came a dark, dark day: The day my current mother and my future mother-in-law joined forces to discuss wedding favors. That's right. Little pointless presents just like the party favors you use... My hair is kind of pretty. It is shiny despite getting blow-dried nearly every day and washed with a two-in-one bottle of stuff. (Not because I have dandruff, but because I am always in a hurry.) But it is wickedly straight. The only shape it holds is the right angle it makes after it's been in a ponytail all day. Otherwise, it lacks volume and demands a lot of trimming. I guess we can't all be cats and clean ourselves. Felix is always looking hot. Look at him, lickin' his paws and fur. >> Continue reading: My love-hate relationship with hair I don't have a DeLorean or anything, but tomorrow I fly back to Houston and hustle. I've gotta move out of my apartment, sort through what I'll want in Denver (should be easy -- I own no parkas or relatively warm clothing), sort through what I think Matt wants (first marriage test?), pack it up, wrap up tons of loose ends and ... GET MARRIED IN ONE MONTH!! I think this is an appropriate time to invoke the Europe song: "It's the final countdown!" do-do-do-dooooooo!
One month to go until my wedding, people. One month. This hit me last night when I was trying to go to sleep. I've adopted a schedule not unlike that of a 90-year-old woman as of late, because I recently switched to the shift previously occupied by Miss Cody here at KHOU.com. It starts at 6 a.m. So, you know, it's 8 p.m. and I'm in bed, soaking my dentures and watching "Matlock" when my betrothed calls and lays this one on me: It's not like I didn't know that was going to happen, but it immediately... This may not be breaking news to all readers, but I've left my position at KHOU.com. (single tear) Matt's clerkship is in Denver, so we are moving right after the wedding. But the wedding isn't until Aug. 16! Why so soon? I would have been perfectly fine planning a wedding while working, but planning that and a move is a different, ugly beast. We don't have a place to live in Denver yet -- you do the math. (No seriously, it's really hard, and I was a journalism major and can't do long division!!) The good news is that I'll be blogging here until after we arrive in Denver, so this is... |
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