Plans and such

I'm feeling sappy and twitterpated, much like I do at the end of every day.  I don't know what girls like me did before blogs....I have to talk to SOMEBODY.

Anyway, here are a few reasons why I think Darren is such a swell guy:

• He tells me I'm beautiful all the time, and even when he lays it on too thick, I can't help but believe him.
• He won't let me walk all over him.  Or, in other words, he'll go toe-to-toe when necessary, which helps me remember to respect his opinions and wishes.
• He is supportive of (the majority of) my decisions. 
• His face has me distracted at all times. I never knew I could be so in awe of someone's looks....he is so stinking handsome.

In other news:

1. Every mommy on Facebook has no less than 1 sick child, and most of them have 2 or 3. Congratulations, I am once again deterred from the desire to have children.

(2. Except I'm not...I want babies really badly. I just don't want them to be sick.)

3. Tony's Chachere's is, hands down, the BEST seasoning ever created. What do people who are ignorant of it's existence/benefit do? I can't fathom such a life.

4. My HEB has a super sweet deal on blackberries right now.  I don't know how long it lasts, but my survival instincts tell me it is only good as long as supplies [on the table in produce] last.  Mom, I bought us 5 boxes.  But I left them in Darren's fridge, so remind me to bring them home, should the thought cross your mind. 

5. Is it tacky to hand deliver invitations?? I calculated a guestimate of how much the stamps alone will cost, and it is a hiiiiigh number. I'm thinking of just putting them in a box in the foyers at church and letting people dig for them.

6. We met with the cake lady this weekend! My cake is going to be so gorgeous...I am excited.  Also, it will be outrageously delish. 

Hot like a pistol!

I wrote last night's post about 2 minutes before I lost consciousness, so naturally I couldn't remember what I'd written.

Having just reread it, I have to tell you that I'm cracking up.

For the most part it's a normal post.....but when I got to "hot like a pistol", I couldn't stop laughing. Can't stop laughing. I'm such a dweeb. Never would have written that under more alert conditions.

What kind of maniac writes blog posts as they're falling asleep?

Pandora

1. Organizing my address list is a nightmare.  And I'm pretty certain it's worse for my mom, because I can't stand myself when I have a daunting task, so I know it has to be horrible for those helping with said task.

2. Go ahead. Pray for her. And Darren. She's dealt with me for the last 23 years, and passing the baton on to him must be a relief.  But don't worry, I'll be living locally so my glorious personality will still be close enough to shine all over my parents' abode. Lucky them.

3. I absolutely love the song "Sold" by John Michael Montgomery. I remember feeling all kinds of proud when I finally was able to sing along with every word of the song and keep up.  Granted, I was in high school when this accomplishment was reached, but an accomplishment  is an accomplishment, no matter what clothes it's wearing. Point is, I still totally know the words. I just sang them to the dishes when Pandora brought it to me.

Oh yeah.

Hot like a pistol.

Adrenaline rush

Some people get a rush from repeling off of a cliff.

Speeding in a convertible.

Sky diving.

Going through the express lane with 31 items in their buggy.

Etc.

Me? I get my fix from hair cuts.

That's right. Going to people who have never seen my hair in their life and leaving the fate of my appearance in their hands.

Tomorrow morning I am going to see a lady that I met by chance because she was peddling pralines in our shopping center and handing out business cards to her in-home salon.

I've been needing a cut and color, so I asked a few questions.

(I attempted to highlight my own hair a while back--bad idea for an Emily).

Her prices are outrageously cheap (possible red flag), but as I said, I live on the edge.

Tomorrow we shall see what happens.

I think I'll be pleased, as long as it doesn't become what Courtney calls an "incestuous" haircut.

Let's just say she had a negative experience just in time for her TWIC ID to show her looking like a lady inmate...

Here's the thing

1. The Cat.  Her name is Rhamey.  She has to go.  If you happen to know any lonely old people who are looking for an excessively snuggly kitty, then puhleeeeaze let me know. Unless she acting like a real cat (i.e. snobby) then she wants nothing more than for you to caress her fur endlessly.

2.  Mary Margaret and David finally made out in Once Upon a Time. However, it wasn't as satisfying as I had anticipated because they went and did it in broad daylight, so I knew someone crucial would witness it.  It's hard for me to enjoy a good smooching scene when I'm stressed out about the circumstances. Thanks for nothing, Snow.

3. Darren has tickets to sell to the Country Music Show associated with that festival I mentioned a while back. Remember that he gets to perform? Yay! They are $4 a piece, so if you want one (or three...), then let me know, and I'll hook you up good!

Due to previous encounters with Russian blog stalkers, I would rather not give any indication of where I live. The last thing I need is to be abducted. Hence, my obscure reference to the above mentioned festival.

4. I tried to introduce Darren and Russell to the movie Charade tonight. It was a miserable failure. The movie is much wittier than I ever understood as a child, but I couldn't stay awake to enjoy it. Darren made it about 20 minutes. I made it about 40. And the next thing I remember is Russell standing next to the TV screen and the last shot of the movie playing. (I correctly accused him of moving the little progress thingie to the end....he didn't deny it. His was a very telling smirk.)

5. Cary Grant has my heart. At least, he has my imaginary heart.

6. I have Zumba envy...everyone I know seems to take it, but I can't justify the money.

7. If I don't have your blog listed on the side and I am supposed to, feel free to leave the link as a comment. I can't remember everyone I had listed before.

8. As always, feel free to leave comments any time. I love me some blog comments.

9. I think it's interesting how music can immediately connect thoughts in a really detailed way.  Por ejemplo, this song came on my Pandora tonight while I was driving home from Mr. Hottie's, and I was able to watch the entire opening scene to The Parent Trap (Lindsay Lohan pre-yucky-yellow-teeth-days version) in my head.  I haven't watched that movie in probably 15 years, maybe more. Wild.

10. Now I know that I can watch The Parent Trap on youtube. My life is basically complete.

Us

Darren and Emily

Meet the fam

So, Blogger totally ruined my surprise.  I was planning on introducing a new blog after Mr. Hottie and I were married, but then my blog went AWOL on me and is nowhere to be found.  And since I can't live without a blog, I had to create my new one 2 months early. I know, bummer.


For those of you who've followed me in the past, welcome back.  For all you new fans, a little bit about me...

...and Mr. Hottie, since I'm cheesy enough to call this a family blog.

My name is Emily, as you know, and I am, in a word (or two), super awesome.  Though not near as awesome as Mr. Hottie (aka Darren).  I like eating marshmallows and laughing.  He likes macaroni and cheese (a LOT) and torturing me.  You would think those interests would coincide in a more harmonious manner, but I promise they don't. Tickling = torture.

Mr. Hottie has been away at drill for the last 4 days. He is a Navy Corpsman in the reserves attached to a Marine unit. I'm not sure if attached would be the right word, but I'm sticking with it. The point is, I got to see him come home in his camo all gross and dirty and manly after 4 days of doing military stuff sans showering facilities, and something about all that was pretty irresistably hottie mctottie. Kind of like Russell Crowe in Gladiator (I know he'll be thrilled about that comparison...). Maybe it's because underneath all that manliness is a cute little comic lover who still has a man crush on Superman.

I am so super excited to be planning the wedding that I've always dreamed of with such a sweet guy.  He is perfectly uninvolved, unless I need him to give me opinions....he may or may not have volunteered his opinion at my meeting with the cake maker this weekend.  He said under no circumstance was he missing a cake taste test.

I've picked out my dress! I am renting it from Esila Bridal. I am so grateful to have modest options nearby. I have dreaded having to default into something I wouldn't love ever since I was a kid, but these dresses are fantastic. You'll see what it looks like later....can't risk him seeing it on here!

As you can see, I am a lot consumed with wedding thoughts and plans (hurry up and get here already...).