Stall surprise

I just had an unfortunate mishap in the ladies room. There were no reasonable stall choices so I had to go with the one where the door would shut but wouldn't latch. I assumed my standard hover position and went about my business. The next thing I knew, some girl
was busting in on me. As if that wasn't bad enough, because of my squat position, she smacked
me in the head with the door
and busted my eye with the lock. Ouch! That's gonna leave a mark.

Give and Get

30% off at The Gap, Banana Replublic, Old Navy and any of the outlets. Plus, a portion of the profits go to charity...what's not to love about that?!

Wedding Belle

I've been too lazy to clean and organize my house in time to participate in the "Show Us Where You Live" Kelly is hosting, but I already got all dolled up and have the pictures to prove it, so I'm joining in on Show Us Your Life. Today's Topic is My Wedding Dress.

I can't resist an opportunity to celebrate our special day all over again, so here we go.

I found my dress during a birthday trip to Atlanta for my 27th birthday. No, I didn't go to the famous Kleinfeld's so you won't find me on Say Yes To The Dress reruns. We found it at a store called Bridals by Lori. It was the first dress I tried on. The truth is, I only really got to try on a few dresses...okay, maybe 10 isn't a few, but since it was my first time, I wanted to try on a TON.

I really wanted something that wasn't strapless because that seemed to be what everyone else I knew was wearing. I was hoping for something cap sleeved, but couldn't quite find anything. My last requirement was that the style be pretty timeless. My aunt and step mother were both married in the year of the large, almost cowboy like, bridesmaid hats...and unfortunately that trend also extended to the veil. Oh my beloved 80's, how could you be so good and yet so bad?! I did not want my dress to scream 2007!

I liked my dress the best of the bunch and it was a sample, so it was a do or die kind of moment. I was really feeling a lot of pressure. The dress was a little more than we budgeted, but it was half the normal price (because it was a sample). It felt kind of meant to be because it almost fit me perfectly. So, I got wrapped up in the moment and bought it. I did kind of wish I'd been able to try on some other dresses at some other places, but I resisted because I was afraid I'd want another one.

In the end, I'm really happy with my choice. I felt like a princess, a little embarrassing fact about me is that I've always secretly hoped I would one day discover that I actually AM a princess-Thank you, Anne Hathaway for your captivating performance in The Princess Diaries.

These first few shots are courtesy of my photographer, Elissa Queen in Charlotte, NC. They're from my bridal portraits at my Alma Mater, Salem College in Winston-Salem. I'm house sitting, so I don't have many shots with me. I borrowed these from my facebook profile




The only shot that's actually from the wedding is this one with my mom half way through buttoning the many many many buttons. We even had to get a special tool to get them all done.

I wore a long veil and a blusher. I love the classic look of the blusher and my mom and I had a special moment at the end of the aisle when she flipped it for me. The headpiece came from a great store in Charlotte called Brideshead, they do custom veils and headpieces; they also made pins for my hair. At the reception, I removed the long veil and wore the blusher flipped back. One of the many bridal ladies I worked with convinced me that I should get the most out of it and that it would really make me feel like a bride and make it easier for folks to spot me in a crowd...just in case you missed that big white dress!



I'll leave you with a shot of my Old, New, Borrowed, and Blue. My mom, grandmother, and aunts presented them to me at my Bridesmaid Luncheon. The cameo belonged to my great great grandmother. My mom monogrammed the blue panties as a surprise (I'm sure Freddie appreciated that she chose such a modest pair!). The earrings were my new (don't tell her, but I actually wanted to wear another pair), and my borrowed was a handkerchief that belonged to my grandmother.

unbelievable

Susan was frustrated about her customer service at the bank today and I'm irritated about Target. Yes, you read that correctly, Target.

I was trying to take advantage of the crazy deal on Starbucks coffee (7 dollar coffee and when you buy 3 you get a 5 dollar gift card). But, the cashier couldn't get the card to come up until I bought 4. Hubs probably would have left it alone, but I am a miser frugal. I bought the fourth bag, but went immediately to check out the flier. It said 3 bags, so I proceeded to customer service. The girl had a difficult time returning my 4th bag for the full price, so she called the manager. He worked it all out, but what I couldn't believe was that he was popping his gum the whole time. I stood not 2 feet from his face and he continued to blow bubble after bubble. Sometimes he even did that annoying thing where you fold your gum so that it does a thousand ear piercing pops in a row. I thought about complaining, but who would I complain to? HE WAS THE MANAGER.

For the record, I'm actually a pretty cowardly complainer. I usually call in my complaints and I keep them few and far between, but what you don't know about me is that I cannot stand gum! Seriously, people pop it, pull it, smack it, and stick it everywhere. It is my number one pet peeve and so I've eliminated it from my life. My aversion certainly didn't help the matter, but is it just me, or is that absolutely ridiculous?!

gone, gone, gone, really gone

So, this is my return to blogging, for now. I just haven't been feeling it lately. So, like Kate says, You get what you get and you don't get upset! Apparently she's getting a fortune, a ton of publicity, an old body guard and he's getting two hot earrings, and a young girl who removed his wife's jowls of a dog, but couldn't do a thing about Winnie The Pooh. There you go.

I still haven't done the list of things I'm proud of doing before my thirtieth birthday. maybe I will maybe I won't, but I probably will. maybe.

What inspired me to write today. I just got the best message from my Grandma. My cousin and his wife found out they are expecting in January. They lost a baby back around Christmas. Then, they thought she might have actually had a molar pregnancy, which means it wasn't a baby she was carrying, but cancer. Then they found out that she did actually lose a baby, so it was just grief, panic, grief. They waited a while to try after having their first. They are very, how should I say it, particular. She really threw them for a loop. I actually think some competition might calm our little missy down. I guess we'll soon find out because it turns out that they're not having one, but TWO babies! So exciting!

This marks the 19th pregnancy. Two girls had babies last week, which brought my pregnancy total down, but new baby total for the last 30 days up to 7. That's a lot of booties.

Meanwhile, I'm still barren. But, I'm hopeful. Last night, mister OPK (ovulation prediction kit for those of you not in the know) gave me a smiley face on the first try. Here's hoping that's a good sign.

So, that's all I got. I had to get it out there. I've been feeling pretty overwhelmed by all of these things and I can't really wrap my brain around much of anything else. Maybe now that I've spilled the beans, I can move onto something else.

In the mean time, I leave you with sweet little Taylor.

i made it

I've been counting down the days to my 30th birthday and it has finally arrived. It was touch and go there for a few weeks, what with the 5 days my husband's co-worker stayed with us for the furniture market followed up by 7 straight days with my aunt and grandma visiting and topped off with another two days of more family visits. Oh yeah, throw in a few visits from my mom and my in-laws and their dogs for good measure and that makes for a pretty stressful month. All in all, it was nice visiting with everyone though and I'm certainly stronger for it :)

The threat of turning thirty hit me pretty hard this month. I'm a little sad about ending my twenties. I feel like it's saying good-bye to a piece of life that I'll never get back. This anxiety has given way to some great conversations though. So, in an effort to put my best foot forward, I'm going to compile a list of 30 tidbits from my twenties for which I am grateful. But, first I must go get a massage. I've got to milk this birthday for all it's worth.

life of freddie

I enjoy watching Life of Ryan and other MTV reality shows. (This is further proof that I am not yet ready to be 30.)

Yesterday, I was catching up on DVR and admiring the scenery.

I asked Freddie, "Do you think Ryan Sheckler works out too, or he's just so cut from skateboarding?"

Freddie said, "Doesn't he surf? That will make you ripped. But, he probably works out too. Plus, believe me, it's a lot easier to tone up like that when you're young."

I told him, "I feel kind of guilty when I think he's hot because he's so young. I think he's 18."

He assured me, "That's okay. There are plenty of 18 year old girls I think are hot."

Think I should be concerned? :)

old lady, old lady, old lady

I'm getting old. On May 27th, I'll be turning thirty. 3. 0.

I can remember when my mom turned thirty. So weird.

I don't actually think thirty is old. I know thirty is the new twenty and all that. I have plenty of young friends who are thirty and considerably older. It's just that I don't want to be thirty.

You see, once your thirty, you can never be twenty again. Profound, huh?

If I must turn thirty though, I plan to do it in style. A big party will be organized and my birthday list includes a trip and other assorted cash and prizes. and maybe a baby. We'll see.

it works if you work it

On Sunday, I was running late for church. My shirt color insisted on spreading wide across my chest, a la John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever and it was driving me crazy. I could have ironed it, but that would require setting up the ironing board, and oh yeah, I melted our carpet with it, so I'd also run the risk of melting carpet goo all over my shirt-and like I said, as usual, I was running late.

Coincidentally, I was trying to mix it up by straightening my curly hair, so I improvised. You know what, the straightening iron works pretty well for clothes too!