Lazy Sunday

Today has been the laziest day. The pressure from crap loads of wedding tasks has been lifted and I did most of the house work Friday night during a fanatic semi-drunk burst of energy. So, as a result I have done little to nothing today that counts as productive.

I called and got our internet connection fixed. The old modem got fried somehow. Couldn't have been that power surge during a storm a couple days ago... Or could it? I don't know how these things work. I just noticed yesterday that instead of getting service through the modem, I was unknowingly stealing from the neighbors and running off of their wireless. Oh well, serves them right for not using a password. I dug up the old modem from my apartment days and plugged it in. It worked, oh it worked alright. But the only site I could get to was Cox's, telling me that I had to have my "new modem" authorized. Apparently, even though I purchased the modem from them, I have to have their permission to plug the stupid thing in. I think that's a load of BS. But whatever... Two phone calls and an hour later, I had bonafide and legal internet service coursing through my veins.

Then I made this...


I also went to NFM and attempted to buy a new extendo lens for my camera. I quickly found out that would cost me $699 so I passed. Then um... then nothing. Kate and I were going to run but concurred that it was way too hot out. (She's Canadian. I'm a sissy.) Now I'm contemplating going to the gym to run. But that's hard to do with my tush planted on the couch so I may just end up watching whatever is on Bravo and eating salsa for the rest of the night.

New Favorite Lunch

As much hummus, pita and Diet Coke as I can handle. Grand total: $4.95. Thank you Feta's.

Bathroom Nazis

My office building has a bathroom Nazi(s). Perhaps "Nazi" is too strong a word. But there's definitely a party of individuals who have organized themselves into some sort of ladies' room militia. In the bathroom upstairs, often times there are signs posted warning about the types of things that should not be thrown into the bathroom trash cans. It changes week by week. Sometimes a sign warns against throwing fried chicken bones in the trash. Other times its empty food containers, disposable silverware, you get the idea. Well, the sign just got changed a few days ago and went back to the generic request of, "Paper Towels Only Please."

Now, let me pause for a minute and detail the signs on all of the drinking fountains too, because that comes into play in this story. Above all of the drinking fountains are signs posted that say, "This drinking fountain is not a sink." Apparently, some people use the drinking fountain as a sink as clearly stated by the sign. Employees use them to rinse out cups, dispose of coffee grounds, do dishes after lunch. Maybe not that last one. But, okay. We get the point. Drinking fountains are for drinking.

We've also gotten reprimanded for throwing away cups and cans with liquid still in them.

Now back to the bathroom...

Yesterday, I was leaving work and I had a half full Panchero's cup on my desk from lunch. I stopped on the way out of the building to empty it out in the bathroom since I'm obviously not allowed to throw it away full or dump it out in the drinking fountain. Well, there I was in the bathroom with an empty paper cup and a trash can right in front of me. Sure, the sign on the trash can requested that I only use that particular trash can for paper towels but give me a break already. Does the bathroom militia really think I'm going to empty my cup out in the bathroom sink and then carry it down the hall to throw it away in a trash can that is apparently all purpose? No. I'm throwing it in the trash can that's within arms reach. It's a damn trash can!

So, that's what I did. This is what welcomed me this morning as a result:

I Don't Need No Wah-Wah

Our watermelons are starting to grow!



This is actually the second one to start growing. The first one was tragically run over with the lawn mower. While Matt is the one who did the actual slasher job on the melon, it was essentially my fault for having a wild jungle of a garden. He just didn't see it. It jumped over the teensy little plastic fence that was supposed to contain the vine. The fence failed, obviously, and the melon wound up in lawn territory. What can you do?

Ringo came outside with me while I inspected the garden. And when I say "garden" I obviously mean "pit of crab grass."



He's so happy because he just got his ears cleaned. I'm not sure why, but that dog has the grossest ears ever. He's lucky he's so cute and I'm willing to put up with it. Really though, anyone who knows me knows I'm completely obsessed and in love with him.

It's almost the weekend, which means it's almost time for me to start feeling guilty for not doing housework.

I Would Be An Awesome Housewife

I always hear about the post-wedding depression that women feel. All that planning goes into the day, and then it's over just like that. They get bored, sad, look for things to occupy their time. Well, not me. I have a running list of all the things that I've put off doing so I can work on this wedding of ours. I can't wait for the wedding to be done with so I can start taking care of some things.

01. Finish painting the kitchen, bathroom and basement. This bugs me day in and day out. It's so annoying that half of a wall is painted red and the other half is some awful buttercream color.

02. Turn our "master bedroom" into a semi-legit master bedroom. All the rooms in our house are roughly the same size, none have an attached bath so there isn't anything to distinguish the rooms. I saw a really great project on HGTV where the people on the show took white tongue and groove boards (like the kind you get for floors) and they covered the cottage cheese ceiling with them. It looked incredible. I want to do that, cap it off with some white crown moulding and then replace the closet doors with white ones. I think it will give the room a very lux feeling and perhaps create the illusion of a master bedroom. In my head it can be achieved in a Saturday. With an army of men and power tools of course.

03. While I'm replacing closet doors, I might as well take care of the other two bedrooms too. They're ugly.

04. Decorate for Halloween! I plan on decorating for Halloween as soon as the wedding is over. Who cares if it's still September. It's getting done. Last year I went all out with the front of the house. Screw Christmas, Halloween is my favorite holiday to decorate for. I'm also making a sweeeet costume. It's going to be great. It is. I promise.

05. Start my new blog site venture. I have a pretty great (in my humble opinion) idea for a blog site. I'm keeping it on the DL until it's up because... because... well, because you're all THIEVES! Honestly though, I don't own the domain yet. It's going to be more of a businessy type blog rather than a personal blog. I'm hoping it garners me lots of eFame and I become the next Go Fug Yourself.

06. Finally call someone about coming out and replacing those windows! They anger me every time I try to open one on a nice breezy day and I'm reminded that they are literally nailed shut.

07. Start my world campaign to educate the everyone on the proper use of the word "literal." No, you did not "literally" shit a brick. You "figuratively" shit a brick. You also did not "literally" drop dead. Nor did you "literally" laugh your head off.

Seeing Spots

The next shower o' gifts was on Saturday at Cathy's house. She made loads of yummy food. Salmon spread, a sandwich platter, artichoke dip, some sort of yummy shrimp-avacado thing and cupcakes. She also provided wine even though she's prego and it's probably torture to watch other people enjoy alcoholic beverages.

I have to rave a little bit about the shower that Cathy planned for me. It was so nice and non-bridey. There weren't any cheesy decorations, no stupid games, no one was forced into becoming a toilet paper bride. I loved it. I don't have much patience for showers of any type so it was a relief to not suffer through my own. Thanks Cat!

The theme of the day was definitely polka dot. It's my most recent decorating obsession. When we moved into our new house, I tried to decorate it in a way that made it appear to be owned by adults. Turns out that that's boring. Thus, the crazy colors and polka dots. My mom fed my addiction by buying me these awesome dishes. They haven't made it out of the box yet...



I was also ecstatic to get the serving pieces to the Paula Dean Crazy Dots collection. I bought the cake platter for the wedding and then my sis, mom and aunt bought some other pieces for me.





I also got a set of polka dot bath accessories. Now I just need the polka dot bedding and curtains and the transformation will be complete.

Matt and my friends and family are incredibly generous people and I couldn't have asked for more from them. It was such a great day.

Upgrade!

This weekend was like every Christmas I've ever had, all rolled into one. It started off Friday morning with a work shower. I got a toaster, coffee maker and a few extra little things. The coffee maker is awesome. Really, it's more than a coffee maker. It's kind of like a little robot that sits on my kitchen counter. It's shiny and covered in buttons.



Look at that thing! Yowza! So fancy. In addition to making coffee, it also doubles as a water filtration system and has a self-clean function. I took apart the old coffee maker and cleaned it out since it's lazy and it doesn't clean itself. I set it in the window to dry and it looks like it's wearing a Viking helmet (which it doesn't deserve). I hate that coffee maker. It's leaky and drippy and it's white so it stains no matter how careful I am.