02.27.08
A Major Dilemma And Beautiful Dresses
Halley got her dress today! This is it (just not on Halley- it’s on some skinny model- i hate models sometimes, they all look so sad or mean. I digress) She went the heart attack way with an EXTREMELY expensive dress by Vera Wang. Don’t get me wrong, I love the dress, but David’s Bridal and other places have great dresses too. She told me that she looked in David’s Bridal and just about everywhere, but when she saw this one on the website she knew it had to be this or nothing. I elbowed her and told her that Edward would be happy if she wore nothing. I have a bruise where she elbowed back.
I have a MAJOR problem ( and no, it’s not the one everybody else thinks it is- I’m not clinically obsessive compulsive… yet). My mother’s birthday is the same day as Halley’s wedding! She’s turning 60 this year, which is a important benchmark. My sisters have been calling and emailing me all week to finalize their plans and find out what time I’ll be driving down. I’ll be calling my mother when I can find my backbone, my tenacity, and my courage, but I have the feeling that she won’t mind if I don’t come until the day after. I only have 2 really close friends and when one of them gets married for the first time in our little group of spinsters, it’s important too.
Scott’s been bugging me because I haven’t been helping Halley with her wedding and therefore don’t know the colors or anything. Well, Halley brought me my dress today. She went for black and white as her colors. I told him to dust off his tuxedo because I know he has one. It’s weird to finally have a boyfriend who knows the meaning of black-tie attire and to actually own a tuxedo won some big points with me. Here is a picture of the bridesmaids’ dress (not me- this girl is way too tan). I love it, even though my white skin may scare a few folks in this dress. It’s sweet in a best friend (and kinda considerate/creepy) way that my dress fits perfectly except in the bust area ‘cuz I don’t have enough for my liking. hahaha. I have worries that the sheen-y bridesmaid dresses won’t go well with the flowing not so shiny expensive bridal gown, but my lips are sealed. This is Halley’s business and I’m not ruining it by complaining about a dress
Ah! I’m stressed! must find my courage (and my cell phone- I lost it I think) What jewelry and shoes am I going to wear with the dress? How am I going to fix my hair? I just got it cut last week, it’s like an inch below my earlobe and all layered and choppy, and I have no idea how I’m going to dress it up! No Mas!!! Por favor!!!
(btw, if the Spanish seems random because I’m not Spanish at all- I’m Irish- it’s because I took some Spanish classes back in college with this hilarious teacher and it stuck with me, so I use it to further exaggerate my points, especially when I’m emotional, hyper, or stressed. Just thought you should know)
Why do I feel like the stress is starting to get to me? It must be the guilt of not having called my mom yet and screening my calls and emails from my sisters. Ugh! What to do… what to do?
At least Scott is on my side. Well, he has to be or I will go back to my empty apartment, and he will dearly miss this cover-hog! haha I’m just kidding; he agrees that although family is important, weddings are supposedly one-time things and should not be missed. Now if I could just convince myself that, I will be fine. Guess I’ll the be Insomniac for the next few nights; there is no way I could sleep with all this stuff bouncing around in my head.
02.24.08
Touring Our Nation’s Capitol With A History Guru
This week has gone by way too fast! Scott and I got back late Monday night from our long weekend spent in Washington D.C. HE had to go to work Tuesday while I spent the entire day on the couch watching shows on my DVR and keeping off my feet as much as possible.
Our trip was so much fun! Friday evening he came home from work and told me to go to the tiny parking lot behind our building. I looked at him for a moment, and seeing the excited look on his face, I conceded and followed him. When I walked out of the back door of our building, I thought I had walked into one of the best dreams ever. No, Josh Lucas, Johnny Messner, and Jason Statham had not come to whisk me away. Hehehe. There in Scott’s parking spot sat a bright red 1953 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, fully restored. I may have had a stroke right then and there, until I thought about the long ride we’d have to take in this antique car.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Scott remarked as he guided me to the passenger side. “How are we going to get all the way to Washington D.C. in a timely fashion? But, you know what? Don’t worry about it. I may go broke paying for gas, but we are riding in style. To answer your other question, I borrowed this from Jon. He did most of the work on it himself.”
I pictured the man I met from the dance club and shook my head, not being able to picture him up to his elbows in an engine like these babies have.
Anyway the car ride up there and back had to be the best and worst part of the vacation. The best because I spent most of the time snuggled close to Scott on the white leather bench seat with his arm around my shoulders. The worst because I haven’t driven a stick in years and had to reacquaint myself with its workings in a IHOP parking lot. Embarrassing!
Everywhere we went, from Georgetown to the enormous mall near Virginia Beach, I managed to find all the bookstores. At one time, I dragged Scott into this little Rare and Used Bookstore in this white townhouse in Georgetown. He huffed playfully and made the comment that, “We didn’t drive all this way to look at books!”
I shoved him and replied in a fake appalled tone, “Well, I did! I don’t know where you’ve been, but you’d think you would have noticed by now that books are my life.”
He pulled me into the corner, kissed me, and whispered, “Picante, you are my life.” Then, he tickled me which sent me stumbling into a precariously stacked set of encyclopedias.
Scott is so patient! He let me drag him into all the designer shops. In addition, to letting me go crazy with my credit card on skirts, and wonderful tops, he paid a terrifying amount on a Coach purse, wallet, and scarf that I practically drooled and shed a tear of wonder on. I paid him back though, in company and sight-seeing. Even when I had blisters from my worn out shoes and was tired as D.C. is historical, we went to all the monuments, memorials, and Hiked through Arlington cemetery.
I didn’t know this until the trip, but in college Scott’s major was journalism and his minor was US history. I don’t know how he came to be an editor for a small, but successful magazine, but I drove once we got into D.C. so he could moon over and tell about the history of the people and buildings without getting into an accident. He looked SO adorable, and kind of sexy, all bright-eyed and excited about each thing we passed.
Our schedule got thrown away our first night in D.C. because I managed to “talk” him out of scheduling each and every moment, and I’m glad I did. That trip was just what I needed before spending all of this week doing accounting crap and teaching Jesse to enter data and book info into the computer.
The car is back to its owner now, and Damn! I’ll miss it like nothing else.
02.14.08
A Little Red Bow and Heart Arrows
I had the perfect Valentine’s Day post written when my laptop shut off and I lost it. Here’s my second best.
Valentine’s Day may be companys’ ways to get people to throw down tons of cash for their loved ones, but this day dedicated to the creepy little cherub in a diaper with deadly aim is anything but to me. I prohibited Scott from buying me anything, but we both broke that rule. He bought me these beautiful pair of diamond and ruby earrings. I got him a new leather briefcase containing some eyebrow-raising content.
Although I already do it enough on a regular basis, I’m going to gush about Scott’s best traits.
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He can dance
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He answers my text messages even when he’s doing something important and I’m only saying, “What’s up monkeybutt?”
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He can cook, clean, and gives killer back massages
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He doesn’t mind/ make fun of my horrible singing in the car, in the shower, or just around the apartment when I’m listening to my Ipod
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We share books
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He’s read Cosmo more than a few times, and even worked there
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Underneath his suit and tie, he’s a protective warrior
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He is as obsessive about certain things as I am
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He holds my purse with minimal objection
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He can find things in my purse better than I can
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He calls me Twisted Knickers when I’m acting pissy and Picante when we’re out with friends
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He can find me in the most crowded rooms and make me feel less nervous (I’m claustrophobic)
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He is ready for a long-term relationship and has told me this many times to reinforce the fact that I can’t scare him away
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He accepts my flaws and loves me in spite of, or because of, them
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When he hugs me and whispers in my ear how much he wants me, I feel like the hottest thing since fire
Maybe one day after we have a fight or something, I’ll post his bad traits. Muahahaha
I could go on and on, but it would bore you after a while. Plus, I have to get ready. We’re leaving for D.C. tonight. I didn’t make up the itinerary, therefore I get to complain how dumb it is to drive all night. Scott said I can’t take my laptop with me because I’d lose it or get mugged. Really… Who’s gonna mug a tall woman in Timberland boots walking with a sophisticated version of a UFC champ? 
Hope everybody else’s V-Day was wonderful! I’ll write about the trip Monday night or Tuesday morning, and I will even try to upload some good pictures.
02.13.08
Becoming A Fairy Godmother
I am freaking out! I worked myself up so bad earlier, Bella thought she was going to have to call an ambulance. I hyperventilate when I get over-excited or extremely upset. I was both. Luckily, I have one of those little brown paper bags in my desk at all times for such cases.
Bella is pregnant!!!!!
This actually proves that I’m psychic. 
I’ve always said that she’s be the first of us to have children. When she told me, she started crying because she didn’t want to become another cliche. I told her to let me go get my shotgun in order to truly make it a Southern cliche.
With Jack always working (he is the head of the legal department of a big pharmaceutical company), she’s afraid that she’ll become a company wife like the women she meets at company picnics and Christmas parties. I really didn’t know what to tell her except that her and Jack needed to sit down and talk about how their routines and lifestyle was going to change. (especially about him not travelling so much)
I’m a little scared for her, and I was able to confide in Scott about my own selfish fears. I barely see Bella enough as it is. Now, our time together will be spent talking about diapers, night feedings, etc. He pulled me closer and made me feel better by saying that Bella was more than likely worrying that me and Halley were going to drop her for a less tied-down friend.
I know it’s life, but why do things have to change just as I was beginning to have hope of being completely satisfied with life for once?
02.11.08
Random Thought Before Dinner
What if I changed the name of the blog, considering it really isn’t 3 women anymore. *sniffle* lol
I don’t know what is going on with Bella and Halley these days. Halley is like a crazy person on meth and speed since her and the fiance’ set the date. Yes, it’s official (finally) they are getting married March 7. Oh shit that’s close! Why hasn’t she called me about a bridesmaid dress?!! And Bella, well, Bella pops into the store from time to time bringing me cookies or lunch. I think she’s lost it since game night because she’s been acting fluttery and soccer-mommy-ish. Bad grammar, I know, but I couldn’t find a better way to put it ’cause my stomach is growling like I just stole a sumo wrestler’s snack and he’s chasing after me.
Suggestions anyone? anyone?… Bueller, Bueller…
Running Away With Ourselves
I changed my name to Grin because that’s all I seem to have done today. I had lunch with Skippy today, which turned into a long lunch that he got one of those damn warning emails about. *wink wink*
He took me to the Hard Rock Cafe, which is probably my all-time favorite restaurant over any other in the state. The atmosphere makes me hyper and crazy. Anyway, we had just got our drinks when he grabbed my hand and told me that he had a surprise for me! “I don’t care that I’m ruining it either,” he added, all a-twitter.
He has made up a tour of D.C., all by himself. We’re leaving Friday, the day after Valentine’s Day I might add (I’m all excited about V-Day even though I haven’t planed anything yet), and driving up to D.C. for the holiday weekend. We won’t be back until Monday night, which means almost 4 days of me, him, and the history of D.C.!!! It may sound a little dorky, but I can’t wait to tour all the monuments and drive by the construction of the MLK Jr. monument with him. There is nothing quite like blistered feet and too much PDA in our country’s capitol.
I am looking forward to seeing how long it will take before he wants me to drive. He’s only seen me drive around the holidays where I’m a very mellow and just cruise through the days, so I may scare him with my speed and entire mood shift once I’m behind the wheel of his mother of a Chevy Tahoe. Oooh, I get chills just thinking about climbing into it.
Oh my god! What am I going to wear that can distract him really well while also being warm for the extreme cold and not looking like horrible tourists? Jeans for the ride up there and back only, Scott said. We’re going for the sophisticated look I’m presuming. I’m leaving all my heels at home thank you very much.
I guess I’ll be reverting to my younger self and wear my Timberland boots. I swear if Scott wears suits and ties, I’m going to strangle him with his beautiful ties! Spy mode is good for seeing what he’s packing… that came out wrong. You know what I mean!
He better wear all those expensive sweaters he got for Christmas and leave the collars at home/work where they belong, or I’ll be unpacking all his stuff and putting in what I want. For such a funny, laid-back, hot, sexy man, he sure is uptight about his clothes. He irons more than I do most weeks.
Alas, it’s my turn to cook. Scott usually cooks while I’m more of a person that orders out, but only the good stuff, but I feel like surprising him a little since he’s been working so late the past week. How does baked chicken with barbeque sauce, potato salad, and a fresh salad sound for something different? I might even wear my new apron (it’s red with white and black flowers on it) and my “new” (borrowed them from Bella) red heels. Welcome home, Skippy! Lol
02.07.08
A Little Goes A Long Way
Today’s post will be very short just like yesterday’s. I’ve spent most of the day trying to develop the characters and the plot in my new piece. I even got my assistant to lock my door from the outside during lunch so I couldn’t get out. I’m having a hard time because this will be one of the few young adult fiction novels I’ve attempted. It is also more along the lines of black and white fiction rather than the Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Paranormal genres I got addicted to years ago.
I once asked a writer who came to my store for a book signing if they hated everything they wrote. The person laughed and said, “I only hated the ones that mattered.” I don’t get to meet many writers, but is that true? Oy vey, my brain say no more thinky. Good night moon
02.06.08
I’m A Little Nervous
I’ve mentioned in previous posts that I obsess over dabble in writing a novel. Well, I had a new idea come to me while I was failing at sleeping. I would like to get feedback on my ideas and pieces of writing that I post, but I’m a baby when it comes to criticism. A lifetime of harsh criticism and hardly any credit where it’s due has made me very wary of the whole shibang.
“Once Bitten [Always] Shy”
I haven’t told Scott about it because he’s been stressing over work and doesn’t need my drama on top of it right now. What do y’all think?
02.04.08
I’m Falling Apart
I know I posted Friday that I had plans to stay at home and spend quality time with my man. Well, plans have a way of changing on me when I think I have them set straight. All day Friday, I had the foreboding sense that I was getting sick because my nose and head were feeling stuffy since I got up that morning. When, I closed up shop that afternoon, I went back to my apartment to drink lots of water and rest until Scott got home.
I had just unlocked the door to my apartment when my cell rang. It was Scott telling me to be dressed up and ready to go out by the time he got home. Just great, I thought to myself. The one evening I actually don’t mind being a couch potato, his feet get itchy. So, I dolled myself up in a mid-thigh-length swishy black and red cocktail dress with my favorite black heels- no too high but not flat either.
When Scott arrived, I could tell he thoroughly enjoyed my hard work. Quickly changing into black slacks and a crisp white shirt, he dodged my questions. When he turned to me, arms outstretched for me to evaluate his look, I shook my head, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and ruffled his dirty blond hair, which has gotten thicker than its buzz cut when we first met. “Where are we going?” I repeated for the millionth time in the past 30 minutes.
Instead of answering, he just kissed the top of my head, grabbed our coats, and pushed me outside and into a taxi.
Here’s the kicker to my weekend: Scott took me to a dance club. No, it wasn’t like those clubs that have College Night and such. This one was a ways out the metro area and entirely secluded. It was a ballroom dancing club. The doorman embraced Scott, saying, “Wondered when you’d come by and see me, Scat.” He didn’t call him Bro, or Scottie, or Scottie-Boy like I do, but rather, Scat. Hm, odd. “Who’s this beauty that you’ve conned into coming with you?”
I stuck out my hand and introduced myself, all while staying stuck to Scott’s side like a bur on a dog. Once we were inside, Scott got us a little table closest to the enormous oak dance floor and went to get some wine. I sat there like a deer in headlights trying to take it all in and almost screamed when an older man touched my shoulder. “A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be watching alone, she should be dancing in the midst of it.”
He took my hand and guided me through a particularly nice mambo number. Who knew that I could dance so gracefully? I caught Scott’s eye for a second before the handsome man with the salt and pepper hair twirled me. He was grinning like no other man I had ever seen smile.
The stranger took me back to Scott at the end of the song and said, “That was a true pleasure dancing with you my dear. Keep this gem safe, Scat.”
“Who was that?” I asked after I drank half my glass of wine.
“Jon owns this place and a popular restaurant in the middle of the city. His son and I were dorm-mates in college, and I got hooked on this place.”
I looked around at the warm atmosphere that subtly reminded you of a lost culture that was sadly never going to be found again. I looked up at him with a challenging glint in my eye. “How good are you Twinkle-Toes?”
I admitted defeat around one in the morning. As the night went on, the music became more and more heavy, laced with songs of lust and passion. By the time we left, the hair around my neck was sweaty and my entire body was blush red.
We went back to his apartment, shared a piece of cheesecake and collapsed into the bed.
By the way, I am sick now. I blame the stupid cold weather. Scott blames me not wearing a jacket enough. But, he did make me chicken and rice soup and is being my nurse. I am still sore from dancing, stuffed up with sinus trouble, losing my voice because of the dag-blasted coughing, and not paying a bit of attention to the Super Bowl…Except the commercials. I love Superbowl commercials because they don’t make me want to buy a thing, unlike what the ad people seem to think. Hope everybody else’s weekend was good. For the record, I love you Scott, but given the chance, Tom Brady would so be mine. Forget about Giselle… well never-mind, it’s Giselle of all models!
02.02.08
T.G.I- Shut Up Already
The term has gotten on my nerves for years, but now as an adult, I would think it would slink away with its tail between its legs. But that would to easily accommodate me wouldn’t it? So when I woke up this morning and rolled over to greet Scott’s bed hair and scruffy face, he smiled and said, “tgif” I shoved him out of the bed. It make have been a slight overreaction, but as you may not know, I am not a morning person at all. He laughed for a full minute, spread-eagle on the floor, before laying on top of me and the covers on the bed, pinning me down. “What’s wrong with you this morning, twisted knickers?”
This made me laugh because he’s made my love of the group Twisted Sisters into a nickname for me when I’m acting bitchy. He kissed my forehead, because morning breath trumps any morning activities, before going to take a shower. I, of course, went back to sleep until the aromatic, intoxicating scent of coffee pulled me out of the warmth of Scott’s flannel sheets.
I waved him off, and possibly might have done some kissing that would have been considered lewd in public areas, and I went back to my apartment to get dressed for work. This meant that I tossed on some jeans, a cute long sleeve t-shirt, my warm Timberland boots, and a brown wool peacoat. I went into work bound and determined to do a little as possible. Web surf on the old laptop, empty email, gossip with Jesse, etc.
It was amazing, but I actually got away with doing nothing. I answered employee questions when they popped up, delegated work out like a pro, and even managed to avoid a Hauser run-in. Damn, I’m good.
It’s Friday, but I have nothing planned. Movies, dinner, makeout like a teen at a high school party maybe, but I definitely will not be leaving my apartment building tonight. Hermitsville, population: 2 adults full of teenage mentality. hahaha
