I'm behind on a lot of things & meme-age
The internet gods have been kind enough to allow me to use them.
I'm totally up for this challenge, by the way, but can't think of anything at the moment. Feel free to request things and all that good stuff. (Inspired by kingzgurl)
Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other!
All my bridesmaids are on vacation so pics of the wedding to my beloved are going to have to wait.
I dropped Dare off at the airport on Monday morning and she is now in Japan with her best friend and a coworker of ours (Robert, who has a HUGE crush on her). It's a funny little story. When I got to work on Sunday, Dare was finalizing her plans. I asked her if she had a ride to the airport (Monday was Miami to Atlanta, Tuesday was Atlanta to Japan) and she said her stepdad was gonna take her. Then she asked if I wanted to use her car while she was gone (my car is temperamental and on its last tires, as it were), but I was hesitant 'cause she is gonna be gone 2 weeks and it's a huge responsibility. I tried to reason with her, "What about your Mom, her car's pretty crappy" but she was insistent and all the reasons why she SHOULDN'T leave her car with me were disregarded. I tried to talk her out of it, frankly. She drives a Prius and it's so very cool and has AC and the tires aren't crap and when you press on the brakes it (gasp) brakes! AND it is not leaking oil out of the engine like a sieve. "What am I going to do with so much fanciness?" I protested, "your car doesn't even like me!" But in the end, she wore me down. "Fine! But I'm going to wash it and clean and vacuum the inside!" I said. Which I'm pretty sure she knew would happen, so I think she may have, in fact, diabolically tricked me!
She gets out of work an hour before me and she said she still had some packing to do, so I told her to just come to my house after she was done. She's got a key. It's a lot more convenient having her come into my room and waking me up in the morning to lock the door when she leaves after she falls asleep on the daybed/couch when we watch a movie.
I don't sleep at night, that's for suckers, so I was up most of the night reading and whatnot. At around 4 am she calls and sounds exhausted, telling me that they aren't going to get on the first plane and that they'll take the 10:45 to Atlanta so that I should get some sleep. I told her I probably wouldn't but that since she had to go pick up Robert after he got off work at 06:30am to just come to my place and watch TV in the living room 'til it was time to go.
Around 5 though, I started to get sleepy and off into dreamland I went. At 06:45am the door to my bedroom opens and then someone lays down next to me and throws an arm around me. I was awake as soon as the door opened, and COMPLETELY aware as soon as I smelled him come into the room. I knew who it was immediately, which is why he's still alive. It was Robert, of course, being annoying. And he says in a Barry White-esque voice, "Hey baby? Whatya doing?" "Sleeping you idiot", I'm pretty sure, is how I answered. He's 21 and just like a little brother in that obnoxiously harmless irritating way. So I squint and I see Dare in the doorway and then in she comes and sits on the bed and I'm like, "You let him come in here and get in bed with me, knowing I sleep with a knife? (That's an exaggeration. I don't sleep with it, but there are about 3 within easy reach from any angle on this bed)" And she kinda pouts, "I was kinda hoping you'd scare him or stab him or something." I laughed and poked at him, "I knew it was him". That boy has no idea how lucky he is. He thought we were joking. No, Robertico, we were not.
Then we went to the airport and I dropped them off and went home. The stirrings for the major migraine had already started. Then I decided that since she was leaving me her car I was going to wash it, so I did and then mine too since I was parked behind it. Mistake #2 (#1 being sleeping less than 2 hours and then staying awake) was being out in the stupid sun for a few hours. After that I did my thing, called and talked to my brother and did some housework and all other errands I had to do. At around 7 or 8pm, I realize that my head is REALLY starting to hurt, like a CRAZY amount. The migraine was here. I also realized that I hadn't eaten anything all day (mistake #3).
So the entire night and most of Tuesday was spent in my room, with ice packs on my head and a ready supply of Excedrin Migraine. And then I got all weepy and crazy for a few hours and now the worst of it is over but it's still kind of lingering.
Huh, maybe that wasn't as funny a story as I figured.
Anyway, I'm going to backtrack to February 27th, which was the day that all the madness and planning for my wedding began. How did this madness start Neis? Thusly:
My friend Farrah goes to the Cordon Bleu Culinary Academy in the morning and then comes to work in the afternoon. So when I know she's got homework or a project due, I just take the bulk of the work so she can get her things done. But she said she needed some help with a menu that she had due the following week and would I help her. Of course I would. So we're going back and forth about what the appetizer should be and the entree and all that good stuff and what she should theoretically serve with what and then we were done. Then she's like "Neis, I think I want to bake on my days off. But I want to make something new, something I've never done before." And she starts telling me what kind of pans she has - round, oval, rectangular, square, so I say, "Can you make a triangle cake?" And that, ladies and gentlemen is how I came to have a wedding 3 short days later. From there it became, "Oh, I want to try to make a wedding cake," and I said, "Well, if you make a wedding cake, then have it say 'Neisys and Jayne'". Then we decided that she'd make the cake, then come to my house before work on Saturday and we'd take pictures of it for her portfolio (she's made other kinds of cakes too) and somehow it snowballed from there. I told her that if it were an actual wedding that she'd be my maid of honor. And she started to cry. Really, the girly hand waving and fluids out of the eyeballs and everything. So she decided to give me a real wedding and she spent the rest of the night planning just that. Dare was in as soon as I told her that I might let her put makeup on me (she LOVES makeup). Farrah sent our friend Karen a text that said, "Neis is getting married on Saturday. Can you come?" Her reply, "What time and what do I bring?" Those were my three bridesmaids. Only Dare and Karen knew who Jayne was, Farrah had no idea. All she knew about Jayne is that I wear a bunch of pins on my work jacket. "Who's this Jayne Cobb guy?" "Well," I said, "He's a merc. He protects things and kinda hurts/kills for money." She was not impressed. So I got on YouTube and found a fanvid and called her over to watch while I went back on the floor. When she came back she was smiling and she said, "Neis! He's a bad ass! I'm totally loving your new husband." After that I left everything up to her capable hands and then got on the LJ and asked for advice and the lovely kingzgurl and the debonair Tony came to my aid. And yes, all this started on Adam's birthday. *squee*
Tomorrow: February 28th. 2 days 'til the wedding....
I'm totally up for this challenge, by the way, but can't think of anything at the moment. Feel free to request things and all that good stuff. (Inspired by kingzgurl)
Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other!
All my bridesmaids are on vacation so pics of the wedding to my beloved are going to have to wait.
I dropped Dare off at the airport on Monday morning and she is now in Japan with her best friend and a coworker of ours (Robert, who has a HUGE crush on her). It's a funny little story. When I got to work on Sunday, Dare was finalizing her plans. I asked her if she had a ride to the airport (Monday was Miami to Atlanta, Tuesday was Atlanta to Japan) and she said her stepdad was gonna take her. Then she asked if I wanted to use her car while she was gone (my car is temperamental and on its last tires, as it were), but I was hesitant 'cause she is gonna be gone 2 weeks and it's a huge responsibility. I tried to reason with her, "What about your Mom, her car's pretty crappy" but she was insistent and all the reasons why she SHOULDN'T leave her car with me were disregarded. I tried to talk her out of it, frankly. She drives a Prius and it's so very cool and has AC and the tires aren't crap and when you press on the brakes it (gasp) brakes! AND it is not leaking oil out of the engine like a sieve. "What am I going to do with so much fanciness?" I protested, "your car doesn't even like me!" But in the end, she wore me down. "Fine! But I'm going to wash it and clean and vacuum the inside!" I said. Which I'm pretty sure she knew would happen, so I think she may have, in fact, diabolically tricked me!
She gets out of work an hour before me and she said she still had some packing to do, so I told her to just come to my house after she was done. She's got a key. It's a lot more convenient having her come into my room and waking me up in the morning to lock the door when she leaves after she falls asleep on the daybed/couch when we watch a movie.
I don't sleep at night, that's for suckers, so I was up most of the night reading and whatnot. At around 4 am she calls and sounds exhausted, telling me that they aren't going to get on the first plane and that they'll take the 10:45 to Atlanta so that I should get some sleep. I told her I probably wouldn't but that since she had to go pick up Robert after he got off work at 06:30am to just come to my place and watch TV in the living room 'til it was time to go.
Around 5 though, I started to get sleepy and off into dreamland I went. At 06:45am the door to my bedroom opens and then someone lays down next to me and throws an arm around me. I was awake as soon as the door opened, and COMPLETELY aware as soon as I smelled him come into the room. I knew who it was immediately, which is why he's still alive. It was Robert, of course, being annoying. And he says in a Barry White-esque voice, "Hey baby? Whatya doing?" "Sleeping you idiot", I'm pretty sure, is how I answered. He's 21 and just like a little brother in that obnoxiously harmless irritating way. So I squint and I see Dare in the doorway and then in she comes and sits on the bed and I'm like, "You let him come in here and get in bed with me, knowing I sleep with a knife? (That's an exaggeration. I don't sleep with it, but there are about 3 within easy reach from any angle on this bed)" And she kinda pouts, "I was kinda hoping you'd scare him or stab him or something." I laughed and poked at him, "I knew it was him". That boy has no idea how lucky he is. He thought we were joking. No, Robertico, we were not.
Then we went to the airport and I dropped them off and went home. The stirrings for the major migraine had already started. Then I decided that since she was leaving me her car I was going to wash it, so I did and then mine too since I was parked behind it. Mistake #2 (#1 being sleeping less than 2 hours and then staying awake) was being out in the stupid sun for a few hours. After that I did my thing, called and talked to my brother and did some housework and all other errands I had to do. At around 7 or 8pm, I realize that my head is REALLY starting to hurt, like a CRAZY amount. The migraine was here. I also realized that I hadn't eaten anything all day (mistake #3).
So the entire night and most of Tuesday was spent in my room, with ice packs on my head and a ready supply of Excedrin Migraine. And then I got all weepy and crazy for a few hours and now the worst of it is over but it's still kind of lingering.
Huh, maybe that wasn't as funny a story as I figured.
Anyway, I'm going to backtrack to February 27th, which was the day that all the madness and planning for my wedding began. How did this madness start Neis? Thusly:
My friend Farrah goes to the Cordon Bleu Culinary Academy in the morning and then comes to work in the afternoon. So when I know she's got homework or a project due, I just take the bulk of the work so she can get her things done. But she said she needed some help with a menu that she had due the following week and would I help her. Of course I would. So we're going back and forth about what the appetizer should be and the entree and all that good stuff and what she should theoretically serve with what and then we were done. Then she's like "Neis, I think I want to bake on my days off. But I want to make something new, something I've never done before." And she starts telling me what kind of pans she has - round, oval, rectangular, square, so I say, "Can you make a triangle cake?" And that, ladies and gentlemen is how I came to have a wedding 3 short days later. From there it became, "Oh, I want to try to make a wedding cake," and I said, "Well, if you make a wedding cake, then have it say 'Neisys and Jayne'". Then we decided that she'd make the cake, then come to my house before work on Saturday and we'd take pictures of it for her portfolio (she's made other kinds of cakes too) and somehow it snowballed from there. I told her that if it were an actual wedding that she'd be my maid of honor. And she started to cry. Really, the girly hand waving and fluids out of the eyeballs and everything. So she decided to give me a real wedding and she spent the rest of the night planning just that. Dare was in as soon as I told her that I might let her put makeup on me (she LOVES makeup). Farrah sent our friend Karen a text that said, "Neis is getting married on Saturday. Can you come?" Her reply, "What time and what do I bring?" Those were my three bridesmaids. Only Dare and Karen knew who Jayne was, Farrah had no idea. All she knew about Jayne is that I wear a bunch of pins on my work jacket. "Who's this Jayne Cobb guy?" "Well," I said, "He's a merc. He protects things and kinda hurts/kills for money." She was not impressed. So I got on YouTube and found a fanvid and called her over to watch while I went back on the floor. When she came back she was smiling and she said, "Neis! He's a bad ass! I'm totally loving your new husband." After that I left everything up to her capable hands and then got on the LJ and asked for advice and the lovely kingzgurl and the debonair Tony came to my aid. And yes, all this started on Adam's birthday. *squee*
Tomorrow: February 28th. 2 days 'til the wedding....