Memes make no sense and only annoy me

Question from meme:
What’s for dinner?

My answer:  FUCK YOU!  I just made dinner 12 hours ago and I don’t even want to THINK about what’s for dinner unless YOU ARE COOKING IT!  Or you are taking me out… One or the other. Sheeesh….

I mean, why would you ask someone that?  Isn’t that the MOST DREADED QUESTION IN THE WORLD?

Brian says “Why are you always taking pictures woman?”

“All we are doing is testing out a potential camping chair and snuggling and you are always taking pictures!”

Not really, he just looked it.  He doesn’t like his picture taken.

The chair? Super comfortable- much easier to snuggle small child than in conventional camping chair…

A couple more pictures of the dress :)

Don’t you love how it says “no pictures, please, thanks?  I AM SUCH A REBEL.

Having just spent 600+ on the confection, I felt like taking a few pictures was okay

THE SHAME!

I’d kindof dismissed the Twilight books as sophomoric and wasn’t going to read them.

But then Brian’s sister WHO HATES TO READ for whatever reason decided she was going to read them and has now read them twice.  And then she handed me the first one- because she KNEW I was going to love them.

Well, I’ll admit I love me some vampires (I’d love to be coffin bait- ANITA BLAKE I LOVE YOU!)

But I kept forgetting to read the damned book, because I wasn’t “that interested”.  Brian brought me the book last night because he’s thoughtful like that and said “You need to at least start the book or you’ll hurt my sister’s feelings…” which I would never do on purpose and I was meaning to read it.

So I opened it up and two hours later I yelled “Damned book I need to sleep!” Like it was all the books fault it had sucked me in and was keeping me awake. It also made me late to work this morning because I have no willpower.

I’m just a little bit ashamed I’m enjoying a book I’d dismissed, but not enought to not devour the rest of it tonight.

BRIAN! WALK AWAY FROM THE BLOG! (In which this blog becomes a Brian free zone until after the wedding.)

That means, honey, if you read further down this post I will have to kill you!

You don’t get to see me until our wedding day!

My wedding dress came in last week and I tried on on Saturday.

SO- I ordered Ivory.

I got diamond white.

Because the dress comes in white, diamond white, and gold- which I thought was Ivory and it’s my fault for not asking further when the girl was ordering my dress.  It SAYS Ivory on all the forms, so basically- the company saw the order, saw Ivory and didn’t bother to call and say this dress doesn’t come in Ivory.

In the long run it doesn’t matter other than the fact that I looked better in Ivory than in white- but that can be remedied by a spray tan (or a real tan, should I feel like risking cancer )

I LOVE this dress.  I love how I feel in this dress.  I feel beautiful- not something I can generally claim.

I’ve never felt like “beautiful” was a word I could honestly apply to myself- on occasion glamorous, sexy, striking, attractive…. but never beautiful. Brian tells me I’m beautiful but I FEEL beautiful in this dress!

I had a wired bustier on underneath and the dress is wired too- it was wiring over kill- when I took off the bustier later it took a couple of inches off my waist. When I go in for alterations I’ll have some boobs added so that I don’t need a bustier

I didn’t take my camera!  These are pictures from my mom’s camera phone and my mother in law took pictures which she will email later.  My hair was in a low bun (kinda) and later I put it on top of my head(kindof) so we could try on different veils.

SO!

I have the narrowest shoulders.  And I have HIPS!  Can you SEE the back of the dress? Le Sigh!

Oh, the lace! the Beaded Beaded lace! and SATIN!  God how I love that word! SATIN!

We tried on 20 different veils…. they looked nice….,

I put my hair up, and my sister grabbed a cage veil and there was a collective sigh.  guess I’m going with a cage veil.  (I’m hoping that other pics show it better)

All in all it comes as feeling kindof like a period gown…. I’m going to have a french bustle… MUST find some SHOES!  And GOD WOMAN!  do some weights for those upper arms and back!

I love this dress….

I’m now calling myself Ariel ZOMBIE KILLER

Apparently there are whole websites devoted to killing zombies but you have to know what kind of zombie you are dealing with.  According to http://www.zombiesurvivalwiki.com there are several different varieties:

• “Rage zombies are still human and subject to human limits. They can be killed by anything that will kill an uninfected human and as quickly as an uninfected human. A shot or blow to a major nerve junction will stop them immediately(but not necessarily kill them), destruction of a major organ will kill them eventually(a couple of minutes for the heart and lungs). This shows that there are two separate but related problems, stopping them and killing them. You need to stop them before they are close enough to infect you, a shot or a strong blow to the head or neck spinal column will do this. Blunt weapons that do not cause them to shed blood should be the choice for close up work.
  

• Classic zombies are no longer human and not subject to human limits. They can only be stopped by destruction of the cerebellum or the brain stem.”

There is just so much I don’t know and I’ve only scratched the surface.  Really I like vampires much better but I’ve decided I should give zombies a fair shake too.

Grace in small things

• Finding a different house that I like and we are thinking of making an offer on because we are tired of waiting on the other house.
• Really neat people who are trying to make a difference in the world
• Granola Bars
• New Shoes
• Polly Pockets

Grace in Small Things

• A friend selling her house in 5 days!
• Emma waking up first and climbing in bed with me to snuggle
• My old ten key died and I got a new one and it’s sleek and lovely and I’m quite happy to have it!
• Baby showers!
• Advil!

It’s nice to know he has priorities

The “Donor” as I’ve taken to calling Emma’s biological dad, emailed me today to let me know that he was going to Canada for a week with the GF, and the baby and could we switch weekends please? (at least he said please, right? Oh wait… Just went back and read it and he DIDN’T say please)

I said yes, because there are times I need to switch too so I’m keeping it friendly but it kind of pisses me off that he can afford a vacation to FUCKING CANADA but he hasn’t paid for Emma’s dental bill, his 50% of daycare or child support since FUCKING FEBRUARY.  I shouldn’t complain- there are women who NEVER get child support.  Of course, I’d be one of them if I didn’t have a garnishment in place….

Grace in Small Things

• Interesting people
• The train didn’t hit the car in front of me therefore causing a chain reaction that might have killed me!
• Fingernail polish remover
• Deep sleep
• Warm moist air and sleeping without the electric blanket for the first time in months.