Showered

The Dress:


The Shoes:


The Hair:


And the most important accessory of all:


I'm so excited to be showered :)

Monday Shtuff

Blogger had a mini-temper tantrum a few days ago and deleted comments that were waiting for moderation. I apologize for those that left me some love only to find that the love was not published.

It was blogger that erased them. Not me.

So it's another week, another day, another Monday. I spent Saturday shopping with little sis trying to find the perfect shower dress which will be arriving in 3 more days - the shower. Not the dress.

I'm still in disbelief that MY wedding shower is this week. Typing the words "my shower," and saying the phrase "my shower" out loud still feels so foreign to me. I can't believe it's almost here.

Craziness.

The rain has decided to stop for a bit so I'm off to take Mr. Simon for a walk. Then it's off to work and then off to teach Spin.

Happy Monday Peeps!! :)

Funny But Not

I think this video is meant to be funny.
Unfortunately, I've been in this situation and I'm sure many of you with fur babies have as well.



Makes you think.....

Time Flies

My shower is next week and our wedding is 137 days away. The time is FLYING by and I'm desperately trying to grab at every single minute of every single day in an attempt to enjoy this time in our lives.

With both of our busy schedules that include work, house stuff, birthday parties, graduations, and wedding planning, I feel like we are jamming a whole lot of stuff into little time and instead of living in the moment we are merely checking boxes off of our to-do list.

I really hate that.

I'm applying the brakes right now. To prove that I'm applying the brakes, instead of working on a project for work (sorry work, but I've worked long enough today) I'm blogging. I really should be working on an excel spreadsheet that demonstrates the referral patterns of the physicians in my new territory for 2008, 2009, and 2010, and sending my findings off to Senior Management, but nahhhhhhh. Not going to do it.

Instead, I'm switching gears and moving from my professional persona - ahem - to my super, uber, girly, clapping my hands and jumping up and down alter ego because:

My shower is next week.

I can't believe it's already almost here. As I think back to all the tears, and heartache, and really awful BAD decisions I made when it came to dating, I never DREAMED that I would actually be HERE.

And now I'm here.

I haven't even had the time, or more importantly taken the time to really enjoy it.

Holy crap the countdown is on.

I'm REALLY excited.

I'm such a girl sometimes.....

The D Word

Brian and are getting married in 138 days and there isn't an ounce of me that is nervous about getting married. I have no second thoughts. I have no reservations. I have no doubts.

Getting married is the easy part. So much love, so much fun, and so much excitement currently fills our lives.

What scares me to death is the possibility of divorce.

Hear me out.

There are couples that enter into a marriage knowing in the back of their minds that the decision they've made to join their lives probably isn't the best idea. These couples inevitably end in divorce. There are also couples that marry that have zero intentions of divorce, and zero doubts about the union they are about to embark on. Then "life" happens and they get divorced.

Couples that are happy get divorced.
Couples that hate each other get divorced.
Couples that are so in love get divorced.

Couples get divorced. Period. Sometimes we don't foresee the cookie crumbling, but it crumbles just the same.

I had a conversation the other day with a colleague regarding her divorce. They are currently working on the custody agreement.

What? An agreement? On custody? Pertaining to children?

How do people do this to one another?

I guess I'm particularly sensitive about the subject because my parents divorced when I was really young. What most people don't realize is that despite the fact that your children are young and you don't think they know what is going on - newsflash - they do know what is going on.

More importantly they are aware as to what is going on but what they are too young to understand are the adult reasons behind the divorce. Children don't understand infidelity. Children don't understand substance abuse. Children don't understand, "we just aren't IN LOVE anymore." The main component of the divorce that children understand is that life as they know it is changing. Their home life is changing. One parent is moving out. There is fighting, and name-calling, and discord and while parents are busy working on "making themselves happy," the kids are wondering, "what the f*ck is going on," because their whole world has just been blown wide open, and they don't quite understand why.

Yup. That's how it feels.

So how does it work?

How is it that vowing, "in good times and in bad" turns into "until bad is too bad, and then I'm done."

How is it that vowing "in sickness and in health," turns into, "unless the type of sickness is too much for me to handle."

How is it that vowing, "until death do us part," turns into "until I stop loving you and fall in love with someone else."

I'm not judging here, but it just seems that in this day and age fighting to maintain the marriage isn't the popular choice and divorcing is the more practical solution to whatever problem is facing the marriage.

It makes me sad.

My Two Cents

Unless you live under a big 'ole rock, you've probably heard the news that Bin Laden is dead. Stories upon stories of Americans celebrating and taking to the streets in exultation are plastered all over the internet.

I don't consider myself one of those celebrating Americans.

His death doesn't provide any relief for me.

If anything it causes me more anxiety and worry that our country, and the hard working Americans that populate this country, are even more at risk.

That scares the living be-jeebers out of me.

Bin Laden was hardly a stupid man. He was smart and calculating and he surrounded himself with others that believed his ideology and shared his desire to spread their hate and terror.

I wonder who is lined up to take his place.

What if the next in command is even worse than Bin Laden? What if he is smarter? What if he is willing to carry out even deadlier attacks to avenge the death of his fallen leader? Wake up people, there really isn't much to celebrate here.

Yeah, Bin Laden is dead. Fine. While we are waving our flags and chanting "USA, USA," his followers are at this very moment planning their next big hurrah to kill innocent Americans. What next? Will they poison our drinking water? Blow up a packed stadium? Hijack another plane? I fear that this ordeal is far from over and just beginning again.

With all that in mind, I don't feel much like celebrating. I'm petrified.

Don't get me wrong, I am very appreciative to the men and women in our US military that risk their lives to protect America and her citizens. My heart goes out to them and their families. My heart goes out to all the families directly impacted by 9/11. Bin Laden's death doesn't change anything. It doesn't bring those people back. The cycle will continue and that is not comforting.

More importantly, celebration should be limited to events that involve love and goodness. Stuff that makes you feel warm and gushy on the inside - a new baby, a new husband - but not a mass murderer being executed. It just doesn't warrant a celebration. If anything, I feel it warrants prayer. I think we should all be praying. Praying that no more innocent lives will be taken in the name of Allah.

But like I said before, I think this is just the beginning. I think the sh*t is going to hit the fan.

I hope I'm wrong.

That is my two cents.