Pretty Placemats!

I want to make these! I love them - so pink and pretty!

Big Time Wineo

Yeah, I'm talking about me. I scored 3 bottles of delicious-for-a-grocery-store-red-wine on super sale last week, and I've only cracked one bottle open so far. I thought, more than anything, these would so I could feel really smooth if I every actually had company over (imagine that, company) and I would, in a very adult way, offer some to my charming guests. So, tonight, I went to the gym and decided it's time to hit all those weight machines and remind my arms they once where not fat. I felt really good after, and extremely weak. I didn't push too hard, but hard enough to render my arms useless for any other work the rest of the night. So, after David, the hardworking champ passed out at 8:30 tonight, and I bored myself with every book I've been reading and poo-pooing around online for an hour, I decided I wanted a glass of delicious red wine. I went to the kitchen and got out the bottle, nearly full still that David was kind enough to re-cork for me.

Apparently, David-Michael, you have superhuman jumbo strength. Apparantly, you shoved this cork in for good to make sure it was going to stay closed. I found myself sitting on the floor in utter frustration, bottle between my thighs, giving it my all to pull this cork back out of a practically full jug 'o wine, as Elwood enthusiastically is rubbing all around me in big excited, loud, purry circles. Remember, MY ARMS DON'T WORK. I'd have trouble with this even if they did, but I felt so weak and pathetic with worn out muscles straining, and the full knowledge of my own clumbsiness, and I am scared that when I do pop this bad boy out, red wine is going to fly everywhere. I've done worse, it's horrible. I started laughing at myself out loud in the kitchen, with the cat going bizzerk all over me, with my rubber arms and this stupid $%&*@ bottle with sleepy-time elixer inside just beyond my handicapped reach.

I got that jerk open. It was awesome. I felt like I won a marathon. I'm going to be alseep in 10 gorgeous minutes, tops.

Whew part 2

I had an extremely full weekend. Saturday I was up EARLY at 5 am, don't know why, except maybe excited about the day to come. Mom & Sisters drove down from Lompoc to spend the weekend - we left at 9 am to scour the city for brial wear. There's nothing like having these 20 pound dresses hoisted on and off you all day, even the smaller ones that look light are really secretly heavy. Then the freakiness of seeing your self in actuall wedding gowns and veils, it was very weird at first. When we finished I accompanied them to the Beverly Center for dinner, and they got in some shopping for themselves, and then I scooted home to get ready for Christine's 27th B-Day party while they took in a movie. Her pary was at The Bigfoot Lodge, and I really liked the place. It felt like The Great Northern to me, haha. She got treated to Toasted Marshmellow Martinis, with flaming marshmellows on top. We got there early, wich I was glad of because I got to talk to her and James before the hoards of friends got there. A few bottles of pear cider and my exhaustion set in, and we bailed at midnight. Happy Birthday Christine!!!!!!

The Diving Bell

Lindsay too me to see The Diving Bell and the Butterfly last night after work, and I had such a good time! We had some wonderful red wine and pizza in the theater lounge before. The movie (if you haven't heard about it) is a French film, an adaptation of a real bigography of a man who suffers a stroke that leaves his whole body paralyzed but one eye. He communicates through blinking at the letter he wants when the alphabet is recited to him. The movie is lovely with blurry bleeding shapes and colors to simulate his trapped amost underwater state. I'd been wanted to see it for a while, and now I'm intrigued to read the book. I left the movie thinking about Kristen and how she's off now for Canada, to start her whole new life and I was happy for her! It's so good to do the things that make you feel alive while you're able to enjoy them fully.

Madonna, Madonna

I've driven by the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo a million bajillion times, but have never been inside until, yesterday, my 26th birthday. I need to report that i was completely unware of how freakish it is. Freakish, but awesome.

Dressy Bessy

Christine sent me these spectacularly beautiful dresses as wedding inspiration, (yeah I know I said I'll try to not turn this into Big Time Wedding blog, but I will not always be successful) and I am drooling. I especially love the girl with big boobs, because you don't see that much in the magazines. All the girls are nice and flat so everything fits them lovely. Though I'm trying my best to pressure her into being my seamstress, and make this for me:Mom and Laurel are visiting me this coming weekend to go to shops and try some stuff on.

In Other News:
I fell down yesterday at Laurel's house, and went down some slippery stairs, knocking my tailbone pretty hard. I've spent much of my day gingerly getting in and out of my rolly chair, feeling like a really old lady with bad bones. Poor booty, all sore and bruised. I'm going to take a hot bath, and soak the pain away.

Weekend Trip

I'm driving to Lompoc tonight to spend my birthday weekend. Maddie is having a birthday party at the new pool, and I'll be getting to enjoy that. She's turning 11 I think? Geez. My sister and I will be looking at a couple possible wedding venues, though I'm almost sure it's going to be in LA at Culver Events. But who knows, I do still like the idea of being in the country more, and having something more picturesque, but it would be more convienient here. Blah, anyway. I'm looking forward to a family weekend. I am going to try to plan a party somewhere for my birthday when I get back, but i don't know when. All the weekends seem already full. Last night I had a nightmare that I was trying on wedding dresses, but it was in a big werehouse and you had to ride a cart to different parts of it to find these dresses that were locked up in storage units, and they were all these huge ugly snow beast things that were for someone much larger than me. I was really glad when I woke up in my cozy bed with a tiny orange snow beast trying to wake me up for breakfast.