Wedding Post 02: On Dress Shopping

Let me start by sharing that I LOATHE trying on clothes. I have been known to purchase without trying something on, which works about 85% of the time. Also, I will look for clothes maybe once every two months or so, and grab a ton of things to try on in one visit. I hate the little rooms with the bad lighting and the questionably clean floors and seats. Yuck! Knowing this, I knew wedding dress shopping was going to be somewhat painful. Make that excruciating....

Store number 1: Glamour Bridal of San Antonio.
This place is a family run shop (two sisters and a daughter) in a not-so-fancy strip center. Storefront aside, this store and the service was worth the trip. Fortunately for me, the dressing room was all mine, was clean and not scary. Amongst all the multi-colored quinceniera dressed and accessory pillows were four full racks of dresses. Toni found the three dresses I found in magazines and while all pretty, were definately not me at all. This is where I let Luz, Deanna and Mom pick whatever they wanted for me to try on. (I realized after dress number two that I would have to surrender to the experience and let others help me play dress-up because I was going to fail)
Here are the two that made the favorites list after trying on 9 dresses:

Store Number 2: David's Bridal
After eating and drinking a margarita at Chachos, we went to the default store here in town. Tried on 8 dresses here, one fun one but nothing to post about. Mom and Deanna found dresses for themselves, so this trip was not in vain. Left a little frustrated with myself for being so particular about what I want. I also now know what I don't want.

Store Number 3: Debi's Bridal
I was hesitant to roll into this store having read so many reviews about how bad the service was there. It wasn't terrible, but it was really more of a self-service experience. Found three to try on as one other was too small. For being here thirty minutes, I successfully added another to the list:



Strangely, all three are from the same manufacturer. I'll be heading back to the first store to place my order once I figure out which one to get. Once this is in the bag, half of the planning will be done.

Thankfully, there was wine ready to drink when I got home. Now, time to veg out...

Wedding: Post 01

I am a compulsive planner. I plan grocery lists, daily events, errands to the point that I exhaust myself from planner. I wish I was a compulsive organizer so I wouldn't have to deal with the iles of folded clothes and piles of clipped recipes laying about. Anyway.

Major and I have begun planning our wedding/celebration circus. So far we have:

• Set up an online account to have everyone post their pictures of the day.
• Put a deposit on the reception/ceremony location.
• Found a fantastic photographer and snagged a contract. More of his stuff here.
  

Officiant of Honor D and I are heading out today to hunt for decorations at Garden Ridge - thinking of going for a Christmas theme, but who knows what we'll find.

D & me at RnR San Antonio.

D and I met at work, when I stopped at her desk to admire her tattoos. How much work can I get done before the wedding, I wonder? Anyway, we clicked over our love of ink, hate of stupidity, and similar odd senses of humor (machete or rifle for the zombie apocalypse anyone?). She will be an ordained member of the Angry Chinchillas/Universal Life Church and will be officiating the marriage ceremony for Major and I. I already have things up my sleeves...


It's cold. I'm dilly dallying in the kitchen with my coffee... *sigh*

Gobble Gobble

Thanksgiving rocked.
I had a freakish urge to get up at 6:15 and hit the grocery store for a couple of items. Not many there, bu learned the hard lesson that the store will not sell you wine before 7AM. LAME.

Inn any case, i spend the morning making:

Cranberry cornbread-sage stuffing, Orange-herb Turkey, Corn-leek pudding, Green Beans with caramelized red onions, herbed mashed potatoes and apple pie.




A good time was had by us all, this being the first of many with Major and my ever-growing extended family. Carla, Steve and Deanna joined us and we ended the evening with a wine-fuled bout of Trivial Pursuit - 80s.

Not a bad way to end the night...which for me was passing out at 8:30 on the couch. No black Friday for us today, Major is not up for walking around. XBox, here we come.

rachel rossi, where are you?

Every email I've sent bounces back for the past few months. Your cell is
disconnected. Am debating calling the house number and beginning another
relationship with the answering machine that may or may not be yours. Don't
feel like talking to the assclown, but that may be my only option.

Where, oh where, can you be?

November

Here it is, twelve days to go until the San Antonio Rock and Roll Marathon.
I won't give myself a high-five until the end of the race, as I'm rolling
around on the ground.

October pushed me to my absolute limits with some long runs:
8.45 mi/ 1:26
12 mi/ 2:30:55
8 mi/1:30:24

Will have to push myself this week as I missed a run. Well, I didn't
actually <i>miss</i> it, but I was a big baby about the last two runs and
could barely get up the stairs at home. Back on the saddle and on the wagon
now. That's right, detox began this Sunday - no booze, high-fat foods, late
nights. Did I say no booze? Almost regretting that.

Looking forward to saying that I ran an official half-marathon. Is there
really a need to run a full? Wait and see...

Nasty carrots.

Fall and winter weather in Texas could be described as bi-polar. Hot bitch in heat one day, cold nasty ice queen the next. And yet, still poor excuses to not run.

The Major and I ran 8 miles in the neighborhood yesterday. Half of the route was on a road with mo shoulder, which is a ton of fun after having it rain all night. I got my mileage in with little pain and was still somewhat productive around the house.

It's that thought that made me feel like I would have the same productivity at work on a Monday. DENIED. Turns out I didn't turn the cap all the way on my tumbler so it spilled sixteen ounces of coffee in my work bag. Joy. This was followed by much silliness at work which is of little consequence.

By the time I got home, Domestic Girl was in full effect - I would have dinner on the table in no time. Well, an hour to be exact. Reused some meat sauce, added pasta, more sauce, more cheese, and voila! Dinner. Oh, yeah. The meat sauce has tomatoes and carrots. Which The Boy finds nasty. Which led to the game of "We're the Parents, You're the Kid, Eat What We Tell You." Which further led to the realization that I am not on the other side of the Grown-up/Kid fence. Which lead to a beer.

Now, what's the likelyhood that The Boy will like enchiladas...stay tuned.

Not Procrastinating

...but have three unfinished posts in draft.

*sigh*

One full week with Grendel MIA. Sadness, still.

More, later.