Thank You New York Yankees...

for winning the World Series and giving me my fiance's full attention back ;)

Patience and a Date Night.

To everyone who told me that this week (the week before my eagerly anticipated wedding) would fly by, I thank you for lying to me.

Seriously. This week is drraaaaginnnngggggg. Or maybe I just need to work on my patience...

Now let me tell you all about my wonderful little date-night with the boy last night. About 2 weeks ago, he asked me if I'd like to have dinner with him - just him - one night the week of the wedding. Of course I agreed. And what a fantastic idea it turned out to be.


We had dinner at Yono's, complete with champagne and a lovely tasting menu. The food and drinks were (of course) fantastic but the real treat
was getting an evening alone (with only a few small interruptions from the Yankees... damn World Series) with my almost-husband. He's always been very sentimental and romantic but he pulled out all the stops last night with stories of how he felt and what he thought when we first met. I melted. I mean, c'mon, who doesn't like to hear about awesome they are? Kidding... it was very sweet.


And speaking of sweet, below is the dessert that was delivered to us (after 4 other insanely filling courses). If you can't read the writing on the plates, it says "Two Halves... That Fit Together"... we each had a half of two different pieces of cake. Isn't that a total "makes me want to gag" kinda cute? ;)





Now back to the search for some patience...

Table.

Table. Does that look weird to you? It does to me. I've been sitting at my computer typing out escort cards for about an hour now, seeing the word 'TABLE' repeated over and over and over again...


You know, when you look a particular word SO much that it starts to look like it's spelled incorrectly??? Happens to me fairly frequently...


Just thought I'd share ;)

Happy(?) Halloween.

So I'm not a huge fan of Halloween. I couldn't tell you the last time I dressed up. It's probably because I never do anything fun for it though. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm a complete wuss and am way too easily startled. I prefer to just sit at home trying ignore the doorbell.

We did see some pretty cute little monkeys and chickies at Peter & Stacey's earlier today though. It was the first Halloween for several of our friends' babies so they had a little get-together. Aren't they adorable?

After the party, I made the HUGEST Halloween mistake ever. I went to the mall. Who knew that parents are allowed to parade their children through the mall to get candy from every. single. store. They were everywhere. At first it was kind of cute, but it got a little annoying having to compete with 14 costumed seven year olds to get a salesperson's attention. And to make matters worse, I was not having a good shopping day. Why is it that whenever I'm intentionally looking for something (more honeymoon clothes!!) I strike out big-time but when I'm just wandering through and don't want to spend money I find all of these wonderful items that I just HAVE to have? Ugh.

Do I sound complainy today? I should probably mention that I'm REALLY good at complaining. My New Year's resolution (I hate those) last year was to not complain so much. I really did make a concerted effort and feel like I don't do it nearly as much... unfortunately I seem to be the only one who's noticed...

Enough about that... let's get back to Halloween.

So I obviously missed the brunt of trick-or-treaters this year because I had to go the mall. The boy convinced me to leave a bowl of candy on the front porch though, so our house wouldn't get egged. His words, not mine ;) I even left a note on it: "Please take some candy but leave some for other trick-or-treaters". When I got home I was shocked to find about half of the candy still remaining. Kids in this neighborhood must have manners.

Figuring it was well past time for anymore kiddies to be ringing my doorbell, I pulled the remaining candy inside and turned off the outside lights. (It was past 8:30 people. And really dark. We have no street lights on our street.) I was proved sorely wrong. Isn't turning out your lights the universal symbol for "I have no more candy" or whatever?? At about 9:15, a very large group of teenage girls walked up my pitch-black driveway and rang the bell. No big deal. I gave them candy and they left.

Now I'm really figuring I won't have anymore visitors, so I decide to change into my usual nighttime attire of fun pants and a tank top. Wrong once again. This time though, I was lucky enough to be in the back of the house where they couldn't see me through the front window and make me open the door. I stayed put long enough to assume they'd moved onto the next house.

At 10:00, I settled in on my couch for a movie. Then at 10:24 (I wish I was kidding) my doorbell rang once again. 10:24! Seriously??? Who rings a stranger's doorbell that late? At this point, I had already put the leftover candy away so I just went to the door and shooed them off. Then I watched them walk across the street to my neighbor's house. haha. Sorry, neighbor.

Maybe next year I'll play nice ;)

Countdown to Mrs. P...

At this time next week, I'll be walking down the aisle. Well, practicing anyway.

The wedding rehearsal kicks off our jammed-packed weekend of wedding fun! I'm so excited I can hardly stand it!! Agreeing to marry this guy is hands down the best decision I ever made :)

Meet Miles and Bella

Ah, my little monkeys. Well, technically they're long-haired dachshunds. And believe it or not, Bella (on top of the chair) is supposed to be of the miniature variety. haha. They are quite possibly the laziest, most spoiled dogs in existence.

But we love 'em... when they're not peeing on things, anyway ;)

How sweet is that little face (and those adorable little paws!)?

Miles has daddy wrapped around his finger (er, claw?)... guess he can't resist those sad puppy eyes.

Adding to the honeymoon wardrobe

On average, I get about a dozen emails a day from my favorite stores, attempting to lure me to their websites with "Additional 50% off clearance!," "New fall collection!," "Free Shipping with $100 purchase!, " etc, etc, etc. I have no willpower against this. Absolutely none. I enjoy shopping far too much.


Today, though, in attempt to save a little money for our impending mortgage payment, I was contemplating deleting a very tempting Arden B email. (Since leaving St. Louis, I have serious Arden B withdrawals every time I enter the mall. I miss it dearly.) But as luck (or maybe my fairy God mother of fashion) would have it, the boy called at that exact moment.


me: "Arden B is having an awesome sale online today. But don't worry, I won't buy anything."
him: "Well, you're gonna need new clothes for the honeymoon, right?"
Click.


That's all the permission I needed. 20 minutes later, my shopping bag was loaded up with 11 glorious items. I did, however, come to my senses and whittle it down to 5. And I snatched it all up for a mere $87! (To be fair, I did use a $20 Arden B Rewards credit, but still...)


Aren't these all so lovely? Well, except for the fun-pants (my term of endearment for any type of lounge pant.)





I'm so excited to get them in and play dress-up!