Dragon Purple
Our bedroom is finally painted. I believe the exact color is called "Purple Dragon". It's a lavender tone. All that really matters is that it no longer feels like I'm sleeping inside a stick of butter when I go in there. It smells like I'm sleeping inside a chemist's ass, but it looks nice.
In other news, I am busy at work doing things. I like my job. I like my coworkers. And I like being recommended to be on committees and such.
Also, there are 20 days until our wedding.
Wen: Are you guys freaking out?
Missy: Yes, I'm very mean and bitchy.
Kevin: And I'm cold and distant.
Two weekends ago, Terrs and I went to Traverse City for Red Wings Training Camp and had a blast in our super weird hotel room with a staircase in it to a locked door at the top (no joke) and last weekend was Bridal Shower #2 during which Terri was a superstar and took care of shit hardcore. Have I told you how amazing my maids of honor are? Because they rule. I don't think they know how much, despite the fact that I have told them, so maybe some of you should tell them how fantastic they have been.
Then on our way home from the shower, Terri told us a horrible story about a black hockey player.
Terri: During the shootout [at the end of the game] while he was taking his shot, someone threw a banana on the ice.
Missy: OH MY GOD THAT'S HORRIBLE!
The F: WHAT?!
Missy: What a racist dick!
*ten minutes of us talking about how awful the world is and how racism is stupid*
The F: What I don't get is that the person who threw it had to have planned that. Nobody just brings a banana to a hockey game for no reason. But if he was gonna do it, why did he wait until the end?
Missy: He knew his racist ass was gonna get kicked out of the game and the asshole didn't want to miss anything?
Terri: Maybe he really liked bananas and he wasn't sure if his completely unfounded hatred of another race was worth giving it up for?
The F: "I love bananas... but I hate black people!"
My favorite shower gift so far has been a Salad Shooter. I am so not joking. I know you will roll your eyes and laugh to yourselves, but I am serious. That thing slices potatoes like nobody's business. It shreds cheese like a madman. It is amazing. And knives, oh man, we have so many awesome knives, and a bread maker, and new luggage, and liquor (complete with the recipe for a Fishbowl and also Nerds and Swedish fish), and sushi making equipment. And a plant that we haven't yet killed.
This entry is very schizophrenic. I never understood people who got all stressed and ridiculous about their wedding because, pff, it's just a wedding. I have been the most laid-back bride ever. I don't care how anyone does their hair. I went to the florist and basically said, "Give me things in purple for this much money." The F and I both forgot about rings until July. And even with all my breezy "this should be fun" attitude? I AM STILL STRESSING OUT SO MUCH.
At least we'll have new windows in our downstairs before winter. Our last estimate was the cheapest. And I may have been a tiny bit swayed by the fact that the guy walked in and said, "Hey, you guys are famous! I saw you in the paper yesterday!" Our window guy saw our engagement announcement. And remembered it.
In other news, I am busy at work doing things. I like my job. I like my coworkers. And I like being recommended to be on committees and such.
Also, there are 20 days until our wedding.
Wen: Are you guys freaking out?
Missy: Yes, I'm very mean and bitchy.
Kevin: And I'm cold and distant.
Two weekends ago, Terrs and I went to Traverse City for Red Wings Training Camp and had a blast in our super weird hotel room with a staircase in it to a locked door at the top (no joke) and last weekend was Bridal Shower #2 during which Terri was a superstar and took care of shit hardcore. Have I told you how amazing my maids of honor are? Because they rule. I don't think they know how much, despite the fact that I have told them, so maybe some of you should tell them how fantastic they have been.
Then on our way home from the shower, Terri told us a horrible story about a black hockey player.
Terri: During the shootout [at the end of the game] while he was taking his shot, someone threw a banana on the ice.
Missy: OH MY GOD THAT'S HORRIBLE!
The F: WHAT?!
Missy: What a racist dick!
*ten minutes of us talking about how awful the world is and how racism is stupid*
The F: What I don't get is that the person who threw it had to have planned that. Nobody just brings a banana to a hockey game for no reason. But if he was gonna do it, why did he wait until the end?
Missy: He knew his racist ass was gonna get kicked out of the game and the asshole didn't want to miss anything?
Terri: Maybe he really liked bananas and he wasn't sure if his completely unfounded hatred of another race was worth giving it up for?
The F: "I love bananas... but I hate black people!"
My favorite shower gift so far has been a Salad Shooter. I am so not joking. I know you will roll your eyes and laugh to yourselves, but I am serious. That thing slices potatoes like nobody's business. It shreds cheese like a madman. It is amazing. And knives, oh man, we have so many awesome knives, and a bread maker, and new luggage, and liquor (complete with the recipe for a Fishbowl and also Nerds and Swedish fish), and sushi making equipment. And a plant that we haven't yet killed.
This entry is very schizophrenic. I never understood people who got all stressed and ridiculous about their wedding because, pff, it's just a wedding. I have been the most laid-back bride ever. I don't care how anyone does their hair. I went to the florist and basically said, "Give me things in purple for this much money." The F and I both forgot about rings until July. And even with all my breezy "this should be fun" attitude? I AM STILL STRESSING OUT SO MUCH.
At least we'll have new windows in our downstairs before winter. Our last estimate was the cheapest. And I may have been a tiny bit swayed by the fact that the guy walked in and said, "Hey, you guys are famous! I saw you in the paper yesterday!" Our window guy saw our engagement announcement. And remembered it.