Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Wedding dress, Part One

How cute is my Daddy?

My mama is cute too--she's taking the photo!  

My wedding dress is all packed up, warm and safe, into this box.  The skirt is getting smushed!  It's crying, "let me out!"  Soon, baby girl, soon.  I'll see you next week.

So my amazing dress is now on it's way to me here in New York.  Travel safely, darling!

In other magicalness, my wedding dress is in the newest issue of Martha Stewart Weddings!  I squealed out loud when I saw this!  

From this week's New Yorker

How in the world did the cartoonist know this is my current nightly prayer too?

To the Queen Mother:

Happy Birthday Mom!!!
If I was there I would go here:

To get you this:

but I am here:

and you are here:

so instead I say:

I hope you had a fantastic day and the flowers are beautiful!! Just like YOU!
I love love love you!!!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

I feel like I'm in a J.Crew ad. I love it!

Ok, guys and dolls.  Here are the pictures from yesterday's Central Park photo shoot.  

These are my favorites.  I've numbered them for ease of ranking.  All are crop-able and once we pick, Ty, our amazing photographer, will touch it all up and punch up the colors.

Please let me know which ones you like!!!










The rest of the photos can be viewed here.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

I love being engaged....

I got to live a New York dream-come-true:  I had my engagement photos taken this morning with my handsome groom-to-be at Bethesda Fountain in Central Park.  

It was so much fun!  

The weather was gorgeous, Justin and I got to be together (which after nearly two weeks apart was a treat unto itself), and many passers-by noticed and offered congratulations and best wishes.  

It was simply fabulous.  

Check back soon for the pictures!!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Oh, and P.S...

One more hooray:  today it is 3 months to our wedding!

This post by Orangette made me cry.  You'll have to scroll pretty far down.  I'm talking about the part when she advises all to simply feast and party and enjoy and dance...I just can't wait.  For all of it!!!

Spring has brought me such a nice surprise

Three cheers for today.

Spring, it is safe to say, has officially sprung in the city. Popcorn is popping on the apricot tree. Justin comes home tomorrow. I am getting a tax refund. My beautiful fabulous perfect wedding dress is being shipped to the tailor. I got my jeans hemmed. I am going to Central Park on Saturday. I ate a salad for lunch today and I am still full. Justin comes home tomorrow. (Did I mention that already? Silly me...I am that excited.)

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

In a moment of weakness today, I ate two brownie bites. What will Madame Paulette say??

If not even the Salvation Army, then who??

So. For those in the know, my current living situation is slightly less than perfection. And the last few months I've managed to keep mum on the topic because it was very kindly suggested to me by ones who love me that everyone might not be so interested. As if. (Although, perhaps my silent complaining has reached a few ears. Perhaps it's not been so silent. Perhaps, at times, it's been of the crying and yelling and screaming variety. I'm not saying this has happened. It just might have happened.) But today, the curtain of silence has been lifted.

At the end of January I had to move. This happened for a reason that will remain un-addressed. Because, as the saying goes, if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all. And I most definitely have nothing nice to say on the subject. And while there have been some silver linings to the situation I mostly find the whole deal wildly infuriating. No windows, no air, no cell reception, bad laundry, blah blah blah. I'm continually encouraged by the ones who love me to make the best of it and I try, I honestly do. But today....erhggg.

Over the weekend, I was oh-so productive and cleaned out my room and was oh-so proud of myself and called the Salvation Army to pickup my donation. Today, I got a call from the Salvation Army.

Him: "Hello ma'am? This is Joe from the Salvation Army. I'm the dispatcher and, ma'am, I'm just calling to let you know that we're not going to pick up your donation today."

Me: "Why not?"

Him: "Well ma'am, my driver tried to get down your street but his truck can't make the turn and the street seems to be too narrow."

Me: "Please, sir, I know it's a narrow street but I know if he tries again, he could make it."

Him: "Well, I'll ask him to try but he says the street is too narrow and he really doesn't want to."

Even the Salvation Army doesn't want to come here!

Ok. The silence curtain is now closed.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Weekend Round Up

Had a very nice weekend!


- took myself on a date to the movies. Saw "Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day" and highly recommend. It's sweet, funny, and heartwarming. Isn't that how we always want to feel after a date?
- slept in on Saturday and Sunday. So delicious.
- ran! I get so proud of myself when I'm able to add minutes to my running program. Am currently running to Kanye West's "Stronger" because it makes me feel, well, strong and like kicking some serious butt.
- cleaned out my room and gathered lots of items to donate to the Salvation Army. Then I called SA and arranged a pickup. So efficient am I....
- welcomed Justin home with lots of kisses! Then we went to an all-night diner and ate eggs. So fun.
- watched General Conference. It was incredibly uplifitng and I felt very blessed and grateful for our new President, Thomas S. Monson.
- did Justin's laundry. The poor kiddo was only in town for 37 hours, most of them spent at the office, so for the price of a "please", a "thank you", two chocolates and lots of kisses, we negotiated a deal.
- had dinner with friends. Very good, very old friends. We've been friends since I was 12. They're both married to the greatest girls ever and have the happiest baby I've ever met in my life. Thanks, guys! Can't wait for next time!
- said goodbye to Justin. Sigh. I think I saw him for a collected 4 hours in two weeks, and he's gone again. I miss him. But he does such an awesome job and works very hard. He makes me proud.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Bon anniversaire, ma cherie!

To the snickerdoodliest Princess:

You, Jessica, my little sis, are the awesomest girl I know. You are beautiful, smart, funny, and have great hair, great skin AND great teeth--you have it all!

It's your grand and glorious 22nd birthday today and I wish you all the love and happiness and joy in the world!



Alexander and Me

Sometimes we have a bad day. All of us have experienced it--those maddening, hair-rippingly, infuriating days when everything is wrong and nothing is right and you've just had it. I believe Alexander calls it the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

That was my Monday. Justin was away, work kicked my butt, several little wedding details unraveled, I forgot to eat lunch, and before I knew it, I was spiraling. I needed an outlet. A release. A purging of this nonsense.

I found it in a boxing class. Yup. My gym offers a boxing class once a week, and luckily, it was Monday nights. Couldn't be more perfect. I went home, changed into gym clothes, and stomped over to my gym.

My fiance is a big tough manly man who boxed quite seriously in high school. And I love Rocky. So I assumed that because Justin and Rocky could do it, I was going to be a natural. A pro.

Well, class started off a bit rough--we jump-roped to get started and, you know, to be honest, I don't remember jump-roping being so dang hard! I kept garrotting myself on my rope and smacking the back of neck with it. Fun times. My rage only increased. After 5 minutes of jumping torture, we started sparring. Yeah, baby! This is where it's at. 50 minutes of beating into boxing mitts as hard as possible is fun. And exhausting. By the end of class, my arms were shaking and my fingers numb.

Cut to the next morning. Ehh...getting out of bed...not so easy! Taking a shower and washing my hair....not so easy! Walking down the subway stairs? Downright laughable.

Cut to the second morning. Complete fossilization has occurred. Cannot move more than 1 mph and can barely sit down. Torture!

But you better believe that come next Monday--if I am recovered, which at this point is a big IF--I will be back. And if I ever meet Alexander, I will pass along my new discovery for bad-day management.

Maybe I will get a pair of pink gloves, like these to maintain my ladylike daintyness. What would Rocky do??

Punching things feels good.