Friday, April 29, 2011

Random Musings

I realize it's been a while since my last blog post. I apologize for that. In between wedding stuff, packing, board member duties (I'm the treasurer for my spouses' association and the audit is coming up!), Passover, and volunteer work, I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off and have not had much time to blog or catch up on blogs. Today is my first free day and guess what I am doing now. All of the running around did have its benefits- in between not having time to eat and not being able to eat my usual carby foods during Passover, I have managed to lose about 4 or 5 pounds last week. My goal is another 5 pounds this week, right before my big bachelorette weekend in Chicago. I am taking a cue from JGIWC's playbook and am on a no sweets week this week. (It's day 1 and my stomach is already crying for mercy in the form of a cupcake.)

*Arrived in NYC last night. One of the advantages of my fairly regular transatlantic flights is that it gave me Silver Medallion status on Delta. This came in handy yesterday when my Amsterdam-JFK flight was completely packed and as an "elite" I was able to board with the first class passengers. This gave me time to board the plane, stow my carryon Lilly tote, get myself situated, and go to the bathroom all before the mad rush that is general boarding. I always need to travel with a stuffed animal. Always. I will be 90 years old (G-d willing I live that long) and still have a stuffed bear in my suitcase. (My Nana snuggles with the stuffed puppy that I gave her after my grandpa passed every night. It's genetic.) This time around, I had my trusty stuffed Snoopy in my purse. I took him out of my purse and left him and said purse on my seat. (Beagle's gotta breathe.) I came back to my seat from the bathroom to find the crazy lady sitting next to me holding him. She kept on cradling him and playing with him and showing him to all of her friends saying "this is my new best friend." Umm excuse me? He's my best friend. Get your own. It was seriously disturbing and scary. I had to tell her "excuse me, that's mine" and then sit next to her for the next 8 hours. Not cool.

As a side note, she probably would have had better luck attempting to steal my Louis Vuitton than Snoopy.

*First thing my mom said to me when she saw me in the airport- "you look tired. Your undereye circles are huge." Awesome. Living here for a month is going to be a blast.

*I pretty much run on iced green tea and iced passion tea from Starbucks. Seriously. The "we proudly brew Starbucks" coffee shop on base has a punch card- for every 10 drinks you buy, you get one free. I have enough cards for about 6 or 7 free drinks in my wallet now. That's after using at least 4 of them. The people there know me by drink. When I get stressed or nauseous, I need an iced tea to make me feel better. I anticipated a lot of tea drinking during wedding month, so when Starbucks announced that the Trenta was coming for iced teas in May, it seemed like fate. Today, after my awesome workout, I went to Starbucks for the first of what I anticipated would be many trentas, only to have the girl behind the register look at me like I'm crazy and tell me "that's not coming out until July 12th." Oh. My. G-d. I swear all of the color drained from my face and I hadto keep it together and not start bawling in the middle of the Starbucks. (Nope. Not melodramatic at all folks.) I settled for a measly venti. It was half gone by the time I got home. (Starbucks is a whopping two blocks from my parents' house.)

*Am loving the new summer collection on Lilly Pulitzer. Loving. It was like a designer for the company went into my mind and knew exactly what I wanted from a print/dress and delivered. Kudos Lilly. Also, bonus points for having what in my opinion seems to be much better pricing points this collection.

Am obsessed with this dress.

*The next time someone asks me if I'm excited for my wedding, I'm going to reply with "no. Actually, I'm dreading it like the plague." Why do people always ask this? 

*When I got in to JFK yesterday, I asked the immigration officer to stamp a different page than the one she was going to so I could fill it up. I told her it was my goal to fill up all of my pages. Thankfully she thought it was funny and did that rather than say, taking me into a side room for a special "chat."

this brings me to my last point of this very wordy post

*Was originally going to change my last name after the wedding. Then TLS pointed out that when I do that, I will need to get a new passport. Pages 8-15 of my passport are completely filled up. That has taken a lot of mileage to accomplish. I don't want to have to start over from scratch. Am considering waiting until 2013 to change my last name legally (will go by Mrs. S. socially) because that's when my passport expires.

Y'all, I never said I don't have issues. (I like to call them quirks.)

Friday, April 22, 2011

One month

Oh my G-d. Exactly one month left to go. I am slowly starting to go a little crazy with all that I have left to do:

*Book plane tickets to NYC and to Chicago for my bachelorette party
*Make the deposit for the limo for our getaway car
*Order bridal party and parents' gifts
*Do seating arrangements
*Figure out wording for the programs
*Buy wedding bands
*Order favors
*Order yarmulkes for our male guests
*Have final dress fitting
*Figure out what I'm wearing to the rehearsal dinner
*Break my shoes in
*Buy items for out of town guest gift bags and put those together


Very much stressed out now.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Insomniacs Anonymous

For as long as I can remember, I have always, always had a hard time falling asleep. I am incredibly jealous of people who seem to be able to fall asleep in 2.5 seconds, because it usually takes me several hours. (Of course, once I actually do fall asleep, good luck attempting to get me out of bed. It takes nothing less than a full-on drumline combined at once with a volcanic eruption to wake me. Seriously.) Since I have been put on Lisinopril for my heart, it has only made matters worse. One of the side effects is insomnia. Gee thanks. I really needed that. This insomnia is like nothing I've experienced before. It used to be that I would like awake in bed tired and wishing I could fall asleep. Nowadays, I just get a huge burst of energy at night and am too wired to sleep. I've tried taking it first thing in the morning to wear me out, doesn't seem to work.

It is now 2:41am in Germany. So far tonight I've managed to:
*Find 6 more Golden Bananas in Angry Birds Rio.
*Complete the Jungle levels in Angry Birds Rio.
*Ogle Le Creuset on the Bed, Bath, and Beyond website for a solid 20 minutes. Swoon.
*Wash the dishes that were in the sink.
*Sweep the kitchen floor.
*Mop the kitchen floor.
*Run outside to the car to get a shelf we bought at Ikea this morning.
*Rewash the dishes.
*Attempt to assemble said shelf.
*Try again,
*And again.
*Kick things in frustration.
*Take my blood pressure after Ikeagate.
145/100 with a heart rate of 99.
Yea, those heart meds are r-e-a-l-l-y working.
*Order an Easter gift for my niece.
*Update my wedding to-do list.
*Have a glass of water.
*Write this blog post.

Things I have yet to accomplish:

The best thing that came out of this Lisinopril prescription was its brother- the Ambien prescription. I think one's calling my name now. It would be rude not to answer it.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Wedding Wednesday

Do you ever feel like you get great advice or suggestions only when it's too late? Yea, me too.

Case in point.

The other day, about three or four people suggested that we number the the back of our reply cards so that if someone sends us a blank reply card, we'll still know who it's from. The only suggested that after we got this reply card in the mail.
Yea, thanks for the warning.

A word of advice to all you brides- put a number in pencil on the back of your reply cards and keep a list of who has what number. This way, if you get a reply card like the one above, you won't get stuck trying to figure out who it's from. Information that would have been useful for us to know about a month ago.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Dear Kate Spade

Why must you do this to me?
AFTER I buy my wedding shoes.


I love it all.
May get this anyway.

Might make a cute bridesmaid gift. 

As usual, I am in love with everything you do, Kate Spade. Nothing has changed since the 8th grade.