Mother fucking fuck!

So, as some of you may or may not know I have a web site and a small business where I make and sell things like glassware, purses, mirrors, paintings, etc...Well, I have an order for a set of glasses and last night I thought I had the order all complete. I was moving the martini glasses so they could dry in peace before I baked them and then CRASH! A glass fell to the ground and completely shattered in a million pieces. I cleaned up but I know I'm destined to step on glass for the rest of my life now. I was SO SAD! Well, then I decided to clean up and throw all the glass away and in the process I sliced two fingers! WHAT THE FUCK? by the way...broken glass is extremely sharp. I have to admit I didn't even know I was being sliced until it was too late.

Yesterday was the most miserable day. It was the definition of a crappy ass Monday. I am hoping and praying that today is better!

I do have some very good news. We have secured our reception site, the date is perfect, my priest is available and we THINK we've found a church in downtown D.C. that will let my priest officiate there even though we are not members and my priest is from another parish...things appear to be moving right along.

This weekend was pretty good. I got to spend some quality time with my best friends. We went to look at my dress and had a nice lunch out on the patio of an Annapolis restaurant/bar. I can't believe that on January 28th it was 65 degrees and sunny and nice enough to eat outside in the Washington, D.C. area. It was great.

Saturday night I went to an all girls flip cup tournament that was loads of fun and was constantly hit on by the most annoying, drunk, lesbian. She was in love with my friend and I and she almost succeeded in getting herself invited to where we were going. Thankfully she was very drunk and it was easy to get rid of her...We ended up going to a place called the K Street Lounge. It sucked! It was one of those wait in line, women get in for $10, men get in for $20 spots. We were conned into coming in with our friend Carrie who bribed us by agreeing to buy us drinks when we got in. The music was all thumpy and techno-like, everyone was all Euro trashy and the men I encountered were skinnier than me! I even saw a guy wearing a pink sweater (and by pink I don't mean salmon or any other manly name for pink, it was baby pink!) he had on plaid pants that I probably couldn't fit an ankle in, and brown pointy boots. What a tool! Out of all the single girls we were with (about 5), my friend O and I were the only one's to get hit on and she's married and I'm engaged. Murphy's Law I guess. I don't know why anyone would go to a place like that to try to meet anyone anyway, but to each his own. Needless to say O and I didn't last very long. We needed some relief so we left - on the red carpet...I was kind of surprised we didn't get attacked by the paparazzi on our way out...Anglina must have been in town or something...? We ended up at some dive bar in Adams Morgan that was too smokey for words, the drinks were cold and cheap and the people watching was wonderful! My kind of spot.

Last night the Sweet One and I had a good ole pig out! We rented The Wedding Crashers and 40 Year Old Virgin. We got ice cream, potato chips, candy and beef jerky - can you get any grosser? I have to say, my stomach was a wreck after all of the crap we consumed. Anyway, we watched Wedding Crashers and were about half way through 40 yr old when we hear POP. POP. POP....POP-POP-POP...POP POP! yes...it's what you think...GUN SHOTS! We both just layed there for a minute or two trying to decide what to do, think, how to react...I peeked my head out the window but didn't see anyone fleeing the scene (probably because they were dead) or any cars leaving the area. We decided to go to the back of the house and look out the upstairs windows to see if we could see anything in the alley or community center behind the house but nothing...Back at the front of the house I saw a car creeping down the street across from ours (a school yard separates us). The car pulled into the lot, turned around and then headed back up the street at the same speed. The Sweet One called the police and as he was on the phone a cop car and the patty wagon came down the two streets with the spot lights on. Still no movement from any suspects, or anyone for that matter. Then we see a cab pull down our street and it turns into the alley way and kills it's lights. It backed up and just waited in the spot that it was in. Called the police again. This time when the cops, who were patrolling the area for quite some time, passed the alley, the sketchy cab pulled down the alley, still with no lights on....

It was very hard to get to sleep last night. As much as I love the Sweet One's beautiful house and D.C. in general, there is just something about that type of atmosphere I will never get used to. The Sweet One lives in a neighborhood that is in 'transition'. It's very nice but if you go about 3 blocks up you are in the hood! I won't even drive down that way unless I absolutely have to! We were planning to move into my house once we're married. Yes, I live in the burbs but guess what? I feel safer there and I like it. I have great neighbors and it's still very diverse, I just don't have to worry about getting jacked when I leave my front door and try to make it to my car...We were hoping to renovate my house and while doing that planned to live in the Sweet One's casa but I don't know if I'm gonna be able to commit to that. And don't get me wrong. This is not the only incident and I am being a complete wuss...this is just one of many. Maybe one day I'll expand...I hope everyone had a lovely, gun shot free weekend!!

I gots skilzzz

Yeah, that's right. I have been asked to stand in for someone for a flip cup tournament this weekend. I started playing flip cup in college, mainly at late nights in fraternity houses. You could say I was a ringer...I could play the sweet, innocent girl role but then start the flip cupping and it was on! My parents don't know this, but I actually graduated with a major in art studio and a minor in flip cuppery! Some of you didn't even know about this underground program did you? When we have parties at my house we set up the flip cup table in it's own little spot in the basement, strategically placed right next to the beer fridge (I've been professionally trained people, don't be jealous). It has resulted in some of the best of times and well, some of the best of times. Everyone loves flip cup!

This is a shot of the flip cup table at the last Halloween Party -
Someone came as Kate Moss so don't get any ideas...we weren't having THAT kind of fun!

This weekend I'm going to try on my dress with my girl friends. I won't say anymore about it though b/c I feel the sweet one lurking and I don't want him to get any hints about the bright pink wedding gown I plan to wear...I mean...

We plan to go drinking at one of our favorite holes tonight as a last hurrah of sorts. This place is closing it's doors to renovate. In the process of renovation they plan to turn the joint into a high class, $50 - 100 bottles of wine, $200 two top tables kind of place. Well I say fuck em! Thanks for showing us what type of patronage you appreciate. Once they re-open we'll never go back but it was fun while it lasted. Lots and lots of imported and domestic beer choices, great drinks, wonderful signature martinis, great, great, great bar food, killer raw bar, great staff aaaaannnd...SCENE!

I need to go pretend to work now. I hope everyone has a lovely weekend. I plan to!

No HNT here...

*Sorry, I forgot about HNT and am really just not in the mood today, sorry...I'll make it up to everyone next week, I promise.

According to David Letterman yesterday was officially (studies done) the most depressing day of the year for most people...

So our place was taken. The woman who runs the show gave the first hold a 24 hour time limit to decide if they really wanted the place and apparently they (some pharmaceutical company...bastards) sent their CEO over to sign a contract because apparently they "loved the place"...well, duh!

I was sad. I even cried for a brief moment (okay it was like 5). Sue me...I had a small meltdown. Then, I composed myself, with the help of the Sweet One, who might I say lives up to his name more and more each day! Yes, I am a total sap these days. Then we moved on. We decided that perhaps we need to change the date because everywhere we've tried or have had any interest in has been taken the weekend we want and it doesn't make sense to go back and ask all the same places about the same date again. So, now we're opening ourselves up to dates in August, September and October and we're hoping that makes things easier. I've called some of our other top places to see what they've got and we're still keeping some hope alive for this one place that we really love and we'll see what happens. It's gonna be all good, as soon as we secure a spot!

On a funner note (yes I said 'funner' !), I blew off the gym last night to go shopping. A little retail therapy if you will. I got two great pairs of "skinny" jeans - the ladies know what those are - two sweaters, three pairs of socks and three pairs of undees for $97! Yayyy Sales!! AND I had a $100 gift card for the mall so it didn't cost me a penny! I pretty much hate shopping unless I'm alone and I usually go with a purpose. It feels good when you get what you went for. I can't wait to spend the rest of my X-mas gift cards!!

This is where I live...

When I'm at work that is! This is my fabulous little cube. It has a roof. A pretty pink roof. My roof has been on my cube for about a year and a half and I have to say, I do get a lot of drive by visitors that just want to come in and chill in my space. You know those horrible fluorescent lights? well they look pretty good with a pink filter. I don't even turn the lights on in my cube. Just my IKEA dragonfly and blue sphere lights that you might be able to see in the background. I also have a tv/vcr on my desk, it's behind the area you are looking at, but that's not even the best part, sometimes the television is distracting so often it's just not even turned on but I also have to have it for my job so who cares about that ? I have to admit...if you must work and you must sit in a little cube, this is the way to go! Don't be jealous...this could all be yours one day. Just strive...strive for cube living! I mean...who needs an office when you've got A CUBE?

I'm freaking out! I'm waiting to hear back from the lady who runs the show, so to speak, at the place we want to have our reception....there is a very good chance that the place is being used by another party that day. I know I am probably jinxing myself by even talking about this publicly but PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE let this place be ours! It's just so us! We NEEED it!

Okay, freak out over...I know if our place is not available we'll find another place and it'll be perfect and blahbidy blah blah blah, but fuck if I won't be just a little disappointed...

Today is dreadful, cold and dreary outside. It's been raining since last night BUT this weekend was great...and so productive! New leaf still turned over, good attitude and mood still prevailing!

Friday night the Sweet One and I went to din din with Dad and step mom at this new trendy place called Gallery. It was yummy and had great cocktails and right now the Sweet One and I can use all the free meals we can get. Lord knows we're gonna need to store up some fat for our impending poor status. The only problem...we didn't get any guest list or monetary contribution information out of them! It is SO frustrating and we don't want to seem ungrateful or callous by bringing it up and talking about it every time we're with our parents but for fuck's sake people, give us something. A crumb of information, a "we cut your third uncle's, sister's husband's grand daughter off the guest list", SOMETHING! I mean, it's getting ridiculous! I did finally tell them that we need to get the list and money out of the way this coming week. And they agreed...like they have every time we've discussed getting all of this taken care of.

Saturday was THE BEST DAY! The Sweet One and I had an appointment to meet with my priest scheduled for the afternoon so my mom and I decided we'd do a little dress shopping in the morning. We've gone out looking a few times and seen some nice things but nothing to write about.

The first shop we went to was a fancy pants one where they only make customs dresses so there is no ordering a dress and then altering. It is made specifically for you. The dresses were beautiful but a little pricey and so I decided to not look too seriously so as not to get my hopes set on any dress that was out of my price range. We decided to venture over to the most random of random shops...a formal wear store. You know, the kind you may have possibly purchased or looked for your prom dress at! Well, we were surprised to see their fairly large selection of wedding gowns and since they weren't all stuck up we were able to try on dresses on the spot without an appointment. I tried on about 10 dresses and liked about two of them. Then we got to the last dress that I wasn't totally excited about and probably wouldn't have chosen if looking at it on the hanger but as soon as I put it on and looked in the mirror I started getting choked up. I loved everything about it and I have to say that I really liked the way it looked on me. Then I looked at my mom and she was starting to get all teary eyed and I knew this was THE DRESS! I don't really consider myself a very girly, sappy girl most of the time but this was truly a special moment between my mother and I and I was so glad that just she and I were together to share it. I never really thought that I would put on a dress and just 'feel' that it was the perfect one for me but I did.

The rest of the weekend went just as well. The talk with my priest was surprisingly great and on Sunday my mom and I went to a bridal showcase which I thought might make me puke but it really wasn't that bad. Lots of vendors trying to get you to use their products/time/services. There was lots of free cake and food from caterers and lots of drawings to sign up for, meaning instead of winning a free honeymoon I will be getting crap from Creative Caterers and Lasting Memories photographers in the mail until the day I die but whatever. This whole wedding industry is such a racket!

Sorry if this was painfully long peeps. Only 8 more months of my wedding posts to go! HA...

So last night some of the "planning" came to a head...my mom hung up on me! She told me that she didn't want to talk to me anymore and then 'click' is all I heard! HA...I almost called her back right away, then I thought...eh, let her act like my crazy bitch ass grandmother, I don't care! That will drive her crazier than me calling back and being a bitch. So...I let her stew. I have to admit I wasn't being very nice but I am over it and sometimes, and I'll admit it, we treat the one's we love the most worse than the one's we care about the least...What a dumb way to act huh?

So, I went out for drinks and dinner with the Sweet One and a good friend of ours and decided to try and forget my troubles and anything wedding related for a few hours. I went to have my hair colored earlier in the day to get rid of the oil spill in the middle of my head and let me tell you...having your hair washed and your head massaged by a very large shampoo guy was like heaven. I almost asked him to come home with me, but then I decided - must train the Sweet One to wash hair and give head massages. I am considering buying a salon hair washing tub!

Anyway, just as we were done dinner and paying the bill my mom called me back. I knew she couldn't continue the stand off that long, not to mention my mother and I speak at least once a day. Yes, weird to some, but generally, we have a very good relationship...

This is the problem I think...My parents (and the Sweet One and I) had no idea how much a wedding costs. I mean, who the hell would? We don't go around planning these things on a regular basis. Plus we're having a wedding in Washington, D.C. - one of the most expensive wedding locations around! My parents, if you ask me, are being a little on the "tight" side because they don't feel we should be spending what it costs to have a wedding. Unfortunately we don't make the prices and hey, that's what it costs! AND lastly, I think the Sweet One and I had very high expectations in regards to what my parents were gonna pay for and are realizing just that...the expectations were a little high. So now, we have turned over a new leaf. We are going to accept any contribution with a smile and a lot of gratitude because every penny they give us really is very generous. I mean, most people our age pay for their own weddings I presume so I guess we're lucky that we're getting help at all and that our families are willing and able to help us.

Today is a new day and I can't wait until this wedding is over...no matter how much in debt we are because of it. It's gonna be fabulous however we do it and it will all work out in the end...

woah

yeah...that close up my boobies look GINORMOUS!

Much love and good thoughts are going out to Osbasso and his family. Click on the blue button on the right to learn about the man, the myth, the legend!

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday Everyone.

How do we lose clothes? I am seriously baffled by the fact that I can not, for the life of me, find one of my favorite winter skirts. It's black and short and looks fabulous with my high black boots. It goes with so many things and now...I just can't find it! It's not like I go to parties, take off my skirt and then leave without it. Well...that's another story for another day, but you get what I'm saying.

Does anyone else have this problem? How do you have an item of clothing, that is currently in high rotation, then the next thing you know it just vanishes? It's not hanging in the closet, where it's supposed to be. It's not in the laundry room. It's not in one of my dresser drawers. It's not in the last few pieces of luggage I've used. I didn't lend it to anyone. I don't think it's at the Sweet One's house...HELP ME! I am ready to go out and buy a new skirt. That will ensure I find the old one I guess!!

So, I went wedding dress shopping with my mom yesterday. It only started out that I wanted to punch her in the gullet, then it got better. We had a good day. Tried on some really lovely dresses and saw price tags that ranged from reasonable to $5,000! Can you believe that? We even found ourselves at Sandy from the Apprentice's shop (by accident). But it was a very cool shop and she is very nice and much prettier in person. They had some really nice gowns.

Every day I feel beat up by the whole wedding planning process. Even the Sweet One is starting to feel the pressure and is getting physically ill over all of it. It's making me so sad. Is it worth these feelings? Why are weddings so damned expensive? We want to have a wedding, and we want to do it our way but it seems our families are bi-polar when it comes to the subject. One minute they are all for our plans, the next minute they are telling us how stupid our ideas are. It's really tough.

Anyway, I'm hoping this is a good week. It's getting fucking brutally cold outside and if you can't tell by my language, I HATE THE COLD! I often wonder why the hell I live somewhere where it gets this cold. I guess it could be worse. I could live further north and then kill myself when winter came...Here's to living in the Caribbean, hurricanes and all (I mean the drinks...he he)

Hope everyone is having a good, stress free day!

Today we remember...

...I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
January 15, 1929 - April 4, 1968

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda...

Well, we should have won it. We could have won it. We took out some of their best players. They turned the ball over 3 times. All of the worst calls were made against us (bastards). We made the Seahawks look like hero's even though they've played the worst teams in the league all season. Bottom line, they beat us. Congratulations Seattle. I am so proud of the Redskins. They made it further this season than anyone would have thought. They won their last 6 games consecutively and next season...LOOK OUT!

HAIL TO THE REDSKINS!

Go Skins!

Saturday is the big day! I am freaking out...we have to win this game...we CAN win this game. We've beat them before, PLEASE let us beat them again...May the football gods be with us this weekend. Sorry Opaco! This is one thing we'll have to agree to disagree about. I don't want to start talking football, well, I do but no one wants to hear it, I know! I am such a freak.

this is what I have on today. Yes...I wore my Redskins shirt to work. It's under a sweater so I don't look like a total tool, BUT when I went downstairs to get coffee this morning I saw a guy in a burgundy and gold striped rugby shirt THEN I saw a girl with a jersey on. SO, what I'm trying to say is I'm not the only freak in this town people. Plus hey, we have to show our support for our team! Right?

I won't bore all of you non-football fans (is there such a thing, how horrible!) with any more of my pointless posting. Maybe I'll be back later...have a great FRIDAY THE 13TH Everyone!

what to wear to work?

these pants perhaps?

Happy HNT!

So, I've discovered that sleeping in your bathrobe is not all it's cracked up to be. Last night I showered up and got into my big, soft, fluffy bathrobe. It felt so good and yummy, like my own personal, moving sleeping bag. So, I decided, why get dressed? I'll just sleep in my little cocoon and I'll be warm and comfy. When I woke up sweating my ass off in the middle of the night I felt like a miserable, desperate housewife who can't get out of her robe on a daily basis. So, I just got rid of it and slept nude. UNTIL I woke up again freezing because I had pretty much not a lick of coverage on my body. So then I partially covered myself with the robe and the other with the down comforter. This is why I've decided that sleeping in your bathrobe, while it seems like a great idea, really it's not.

I'm feeling a lot better today in terms of 'planning'. I mean, I know things are gonna work out. I know that we're gonna find a place to have our wedding and it's gonna be perfect and lovely and all that good stuff. Who cares if we are "behind schedule" in the eyes of the wedding planning community? I could give two fucks. I refuse to let this all stress me out. We are going to have fun with this whole thing. And rule number one for any of you that are planning to marry one day or planning to plan a wedding (god help you)- don't tell anyone but your spouse to be, or maybe a very trusted friend or family member, your ideas. The feedback from others is just not worth the headache. It's funny how every idea or plan that you've made becomes stupid, or morphed into someone else's ideas of what's "appropriate" or "right" for a wedding. If I want to wear a black dress and beat on a cow bell coming down the aisle then guess what? That's what I'm gonna do! If I want my bridesmaids to wear seafoam green dresses made out of pleather then they better shut their pie holes and wear what I say they wear. Basically, if it's what you want in your wedding, just do it, don't share the planning with anyone. It just gives you heartburn!
Have a great day everyone! Off to look at more locations today. Wish me luck!

P.S. - my boss just asked me if I could bring him a 40 oz. Wow, I could use one myself! At least we're all on the same page here...

I don't know why, but I can't get my nipples to stop being hard! I am cold but jeesh! And it's quite embarrassing. I am keeping my scarf on to be safe and cause a distraction in that general area...maybe I need some bandades?

It was a great weekend! The Redskins beat the Buck's in one of the ugliest games I've seen in a while. But, a win's a win. Now...next weekend is gonna be a tough one. If only we can get some offensive game we'll be good to go. On another happy note the Giants were shut out. See how it feels New York? Okay, I'm being a brat.

Saturday night I went out with the girls to a bar called Alero on 13th and U street's in D.C. It was fun and I got away with not paying for anything. I'm still not quite sure how...My friend Tracy bought me a drink then some REALLY annoying guy who told me that he worked for C-Span and was the youngest and best executive producer for abc news in San Francisco for the last ten years bought me a drink, actually 2 but that was by accident. I drank them both tho. Talking to him was so like getting hot pokers stuck in my eyes. I hate those types. I'm not impressed dude...move along, OR buy me a drink, then move along. Then some guy added my drink to his tab. Hmmm, sounds right now that it's down on paper.

We ended up meeting up with a friend of mine from high school and a bunch of his guy friends and low and behold almost every one of my girlfriends gave out the digits that night, to multiple men I might add! I was pleased with myself. It always feels good to get your friends laid, or even just the potential!!

I am currently freaking out about the damn wedding. I so don't want to plan this thing. I am kind of feeling on the verge of crying every time I think about it. I KNOW it's gonna be a blast, I mean, with our friends and family that like to drink and party it's got no direction to take but a good one, but, the last person I talked to at a venue I was interested in said "well, you should really come in and look soon, I mean, September of this year is really a popular time and it's booking up fast". Thanks bitch, because planning a wedding isn't stressful enough without some jerk telling me that I am running out of time. Who would have thought that planning a wedding in 9 months is not as good as planning it in 15 months? It's just so rediculous. I also just talked to a guy who is trying to sell me on a Friday or Sunday wedding b/c they are cheaper (duh!) and possibly even doing a brunch! WTF? Are you crazy? You can't get drunk off of martini's and dance your face off, hook up with another wedding guest and makeout in the corner at 12:30 in the afternoon! It's just not as fun that way.

Okay, I'm done posting about this. I'm so sorry to all of you that have read this and want to throw up b/c you're over my wedding planning rants. All I can say is get used to it and if you don't like it just move along. I have no room for any other drama in my life right now. I'm going to go cry into my mouse pad now...

I am currently posting from my new computer and I am SO EXCITED! I am seriously considering marrying my computer instead of the Sweet One, however if Bushy won't let gay's marry he most likely won't bend the rules for computer and wife! Oh well...

I plan to drink on a very limited budget this weekend so that means I'm either staying home a lot (not likely b/c I'm a lush) or I have to use what the good lord gave me to get what I need. Looks like the latter may be the big winner~ Thank god for boobies.

I hope that everyone has a spectacular weekend.

HAIL TO THE REDSKINS!

Holy Shit!

I forgot what day it was! Thanks to Steph and her deeelish lookin' mam's I was inspired to add a little boobage of my own. This my dears is a self portrait taken at our anti engagement party engagement party last week. I tend to take pictures of private parts when I get drunk.
Enjoy and Happy HNT!

So I've been a little crazed the last couple of days. I am in planning hell. The Sweet One and I went to look at the City Museum today as a potential reception site. It is very cool, a historic building in the heart of D.C., it got large pillars inside, grand staircases and the guests can mingle along side some very cool exhibits, BUT...they want $10,000 just to rent the facility. This doesn't include food, LIQUOR, nothing! So...I think we need to keep looking. We have plans to look at the Daughters of the American Revolution building tomorrow. Their prices seem a little better but who the hell knows. Until we have a firm headcount we won't know anything. I mean, between our parents alone we currently have over 300 guests to invite. I can't even imagine. BUT, if our parents want to pay for that many guests and they don't want to cross anyone off the list then so be it. Will someone please just call JLo and have her plan our wedding? Well, no nevermind, doesn't she end up with the groom to be in that movie? We don't want that!

SO - in more exciting news...I am getting a new computer at work today. Any moment actually! It's a 15" Mac Powerbook. I am so pumped I can't see straight. My very generous mom was going to go halvesies with me on one for Christmas until we (I) had the brilliant idea to have work pay for one instead! So, now my new work computer will be a lovely, smooth, silky, beautiful, new Mac that won't be a piece of shit like the PC laptop I am using right now. I can't wait to take it home. I might sleep with it tonight...don't put it past me!

Anyway, that's all for now. I may post later just to play with the new, sexy piece of machinery! I can't wait.

Who ever said that showering together was sexy...?

Okay, so the Sweet One was chillin watching football yesterday. We just got done eating a yummy meal and I was ready to go get cleaned up. On my way to the bathroom I said "if you need me I'll be in the shower". I wasn't trying to be sexy and it wasn't an invitation but then, as I was getting in I starting thinking, oh no, what if he thought I wanted him to shower with me? Don't get me wrong...I'll take the Sweet One naked any which way he wants to present himself but there is just something about showering with someone that is so not fun!

So, he never came into the shower. Apparently football is way more important, just kidding. I was relieved. I mean, when I get in the tub it's to wash things and shave things. Not so sexy, I know. Now, I do believe that a naked, wet body is hot no matter where it is, but a standard tub is just not made for two people, unless you're a couple of 4 year olds and the third party involved is Mr. Bubble!

Now think back, I know we've all at least tried it, but having sex in the shower is uncomfortable and virtually impossible. If you're in the tub with a man that is bigger than you, and let's face it ladies...the guy should be bigger than you! You spend most of the time cold because he is hogging up all the hot water. It's just inevitable. Either that or you are trying not to drown in the spout of water that is shooting you right in the nose/mouth area. Then the makeup starts to run. Mmmm sexy...the wet dog look with mascara running down your face. Now that's what I call hot!

Next is the actual attempt at the act. You try and hang on to the towel bar, foot on the soap dish, everything is all slippery. It's like an acrobatics routine. I am just envisioning the medic-alert type phone call to the authorities now! "HELP - we've fallen, naked and wet out of the shower, and we can't get up!" If you ask me, I'd rather be bent over anywhere but the shower, we've even been left at a party in New Orleans when we got a little frisky over a toilet in a guest house. We couldn't be found and our 'ride' left us...But let me tell you, it was much better than any shower experience I've ever had.

So I got out of the shower and ended up getting lucky in more ways than one. The Sweet One had done the dishes, taken out the trash and was 'in the mood'. Woo hoo...I got me a good man! But really everyone, let's all make a new year's resolution to have less sex in showers and more sex everywhere else.

I am so tired my nose hairs hurt.

We had a great New Year's Eve with some of our most fun friends and even added a little family in there. We ate Maryland crabs that were so damn good I wish I had some now, then we got ready and pre-partied at a friend's beach house. We met up with the fam at a pub that we love, toasted the new year then headed to this lame ass club type place. Thankfully there was a $20 cover AFTER MIDNIGHT! (those assholes)...but this made it so that we didn't go in b/c we refused to pay a $20 cover for nothing but getting in the door. It didn't include alcohol, food, nuttin! And honestly, the Sweet One and I were hoping not to go anyway because it's always such a scene at this place. So, we left and went to another friend's beach house where we proceeded to revert to our 15 year old selves.

We stopped at 7-11 to get the junkiest of junk food to munch on at the casa. The guys shotgunned beers, we played drinking games like 'circle of death', we teased each other and we laughed until we cried. After being heckled for leaving early and being little bitches, we headed home at about 3:30am - boys are such children some times. I think my eyes were closed before we got in the car. God bless designated drivers...

Got up today and headed to the parents house on the way back from the beach for a big ole football party where the Washington Redskins beat the Philadelphia Eagles. Halleluya! We're going to the playoffs baby. It was a great day. I am hoping this week is just as good. I am kind of getting nervous though because the reality of having to plan a wedding is starting to set in and ummm, I'm scared! I know that sounds kind of lame. I am good at party planning, I mean, not to toot my own horn but I throw some of the best damn parties in town. It's just a skill I have. TOOT TOOT! However, when I think about the wedding I get kind of sick to my stomach, I get all sweaty, my head hurts...I guess I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed. Okay enough of that...

Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all had a safe and fun NYE!