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First of all, thank you all for your advice yesterday. There’s nothing like free therapy and you all convinced me to give her awhile to change her attitude about things before I make any decisions.
Moving on…a whole bunch of stuff in no particular order:
* My boss and I were talking about male bloggers. He said he hasn’t found one he can really relate to yet. “You know,” he said. “I haven’t found the one that makes me go squeeeeee!!!!”
I nearly shot the potato chip I was eating out of my nose. I think that would have hurt. A lot.
* Why was I eating a potato chip (or 20) at 10 a.m.? It’s all Peter’s fault. He told me it’s just like eating breakfast hashbrowns so it’s totally OK. Obviously I did not need much convincing.
* I’m taking a half day and heading home to NY today. My mom and dad are very excited and we all wanted to celebrate together. I can’t wait to show off the ring, do some wedding planning and bask in the family togetherness. The only downside is that my sister had to go be all educated and go to college so she won’t be there.
* Speaking of basking, I’m totally basking in the engagement glow. Actually, the other day Michael said I actually was glowing! We were curled up on the couch last night after looking at our first venue watching Cheaper by the Dozen. Don’t laugh, it’s cute. Suddenly, Michael decided he needed a treat so we hopped in the car for a late night drive to CVS. And you know how much I love evening car rides.
A bag of Skittles and five Gatorades later (they were on sale!), we were back on the couch in time for the end of the movie. It was somewhere between resting my head on him and fighting off his attempts to stick purple Skittles up my nose that I realized I get to be with him forever.
I think that’s worthy of a squeeeeee!
Ummmm hi. I’ve been sitting here staring at my blank post for a good five minutes trying to figure out what to write about. Because the brain? Is in wedding mode. Wedding. Mode. I’m getting married! Ahhhhh!!!!
Sorry. See? I told you. I can’t think of anything but getting married right now. So I apologize in advance. Because I know you didn’t start reading These Little Moments as a wedding blog and I’m going to try really, really hard not to talk about it ALL the time. But I haven’t even been engaged for 48 hours yet so bear with me a little longer, OK? Thanks!
Last night I stopped at Staples on my way home and purchased a binder, sheet protectors and dividers. My wedding binder, known from this point on as The Book, has been created. For someone who is a tad disorganized at home, I’m determined to be SUPER organized about this wedding. Otherwise I might go insane.
I spent a good hour looking through my new wedding magazines (including the two that I pulled out from hiding) and pulling out ideas for everything from dresses to centerpieces. The only thing I didn’t look at was a cake. Because I’m not having a cake. Well, maybe a small one for me and Michael to cut, but not a gigantic cake that costs thousands of dollars. We’re cookie people so a cookie bar it is. Including one very special cookie that reminds me of my childhood. Mmmm.
I have my first appointment to see a venue tomorrow. And then another on Saturday and another the Saturday after that. I think the first one is too small and the next one is too expensive. I’m hoping the third one is juuussst right because I’m in love with it on the website.
The ring? The ring is gooood. I can’t stop staring at it and still cannot believe that it’s mine and I get to wear it forever. Michael likes to look at it on my hand too, saying it’s beautiful and perfect. Les sigh.
Last week when I found out I was working Saturday and would have Monday off, I suggested to Michael that we go visit the place we had our first date (and later, our first kiss.) It’s a beautiful state park with giant rocks right on the ocean. The location has always been special to me, but since it gets very crowded in the summer, we hardly ever go. Knowing that the weather was supposed to be beautiful on Monday, I thought it would be a perfect time to visit.
I woke up on Monday cranky. Not for any reason, just because. I think I even told Michael to stop being annoying.
Later, over my morning crankiness, we drove out to the rocks and sat out in the sun. It was lovely. Michael sat behind me and I reclined on his legs. We snuggled and kissed, reminisced about the early days and enjoyed the ocean.
We were silent for about five minutes when he asked me what I was thinking. I said it was two-fold. One, I was really happy. And two, I really had to pee.
I guess taking that last statement as a “it’s now or never” type of thing, Michael asked if I was ready to go to lunch. As we stood up, he pulled me into a hug. With my head pressed against his chest I remarked that his heart was beating a mile a minute. “I need to work out more,” he said. “Climbing the rocks made me tired.”
I found that answer perfectly normal, and we continued hugging for a few minutes. When he pulled away, I thought he was going to say let’s go to lunch. Instead, he took the sunglasses and camera I was holding in my left hand and placed them on a rock.
I looked at the rock, then back at him confused. Just as he was getting down on one knee.
He said some wonderful things about loving me and wanting to spend the rest of his life with me. I was shaking like a leaf and saying “Oh my God, oh my God, are you serious?”
I was vaguely aware of him slipping a ring on my finger, but I was too wrapped up in hugging and kissing him to really notice. When I finally regained enough composure, I pulled my hand out from around his back and looked.
And began squeeing all over again!
(Also, I completely forgot I had to pee!)
My ring. My beautiful, gorgeous, amazing ring. I cannot believe I get to wear this for the rest of my life.
Or the fact that I have a fiancé. I have a fiancé!
After we were able to walk again, we headed to Newport for lunch, where I proceeded to eat exactly three bites of my meal because I was so excited. I also only slept from midnight to 3 a.m. because my mind was racing with engaged/wedding thoughts.
I’m engaged to the man of my dreams, the love of my life, my Michael. I have never been more happy.
So, for your viewing pleasure, some close ups of my bling.
I never blog on Saturdays. Not because I don’t like blogging, but because I generally avoid the computer completely on weekends since I sit in front of one all day at work.
But this Saturday, here I am, blogging. Why? Because I’m at work. Ordinarily I would complain (OK, I may have complained a little to a few select people. But not THAT much. I swear.) about working on a weekend, but the truth is I think this is only the third Saturday I’ve worked since started this job a year and a half ago. Not only that, but I get to take Monday as a comp day. So yeah, it’s not that big a deal.
The first half of the day was spent with a writer and her friend. I gave them a tour and talked and talked and talked about my place of business. It went great and she said it was a quote “fabulous” tour. This makes me very happy, since it was just a few months ago that I was panicked about giving my first official tour. (So much to remember! The facts! The dates! The walking backwards!)
The second half of the day will be spent with a film crew (led by a guy with Bulgari sunglasses and monogrammed french cuffs) who sent me a nice itemized shot list which says they’ll be gone by 4 o’clock. I’m not too sure about that. It’s been my experience that film crews aren’t always as on time as they say they will be…
But in the meantime, I’ve got an hour and change to kill and since I’ve already written a post, I suppose I will do some work.
I don’t know if I’ll be posting Monday, as I took a comp day and Michael and I are having a date day! (Followed by the torture that is Turbo Kick and tennis.) But hey, you never know!
I’ve written in the past about how music triggers certain memories for me. While I was driving home yesterday I had the XM tuned to Channel 9: The 90s. I love this station because it’s all music from my middle school and high school days. Talk about memories!
As Aqua’s “Barbie Girl” finished (hey, BB, I thought of you!) the first lines of an all too familiar song began…
“So open up your morning light/and say a little prayer for I/You know that if we are to stay alive/and see the peace in every I”
Suddenly, I’m a sophomore in high school and we’re all wondering why Dawson won’t just open his eyes and see that Joey is right in front of him! And Pacey! You were always so cute, but Andie? Really? With her whiny voice and stick-out ears? Dawson’s Creek was a defining television show for me. The characters were supposed to be our age and they went through the same stuff we did.
So it got me thinking, what were my other defining TV shows?
Today’s Special:I must have been two or three but I remember this show so well. Today’s Special took place in a department store after-hours. There was a mannequin that came to life when you put a hat on his head and a talking mouse named Muffy. I think it was a Canadian show. (Peter, you remember it?) I could also probably still sing you the theme song…
My So-Called Life: First of all, I wanted to be Claire Danes. (I cut my hair to look like hers did in the Mod Squad movie back in 9th grade. Let’s just say it didn’t look the same.) What girl couldn’t related to her teenage angst, her struggles with her mother and her crush on the bad boy? Ooooh the bad boy. My one and only true television crush was on Jared Leto as Jordan Catalano. As a matter of fact, he’s still on my list of celebrities I’m allowed to sleep with. But the Jared Leto from MSCL days, not the Jared Leto of today.
Clarissa Explains It All: OK, so I wanted to be Melissa Joan Hart too. Clarissa was funky and cool and there was a boy who climbed in her window every day and if that wasn’t the coolest thing ever, I didn’t know what was. There was one episode where she dressed up as a punk rock girl and said her name was Jade. I wanted my name to be Jade forever after seeing that.
Gilmore Girls: I think I’m seeing a trend here. I STILL want to be Lauren Graham. How hot is she? (Actually, I think she’s on Michael’s list.) But seriously, the witty banter, the small town charm, the fabulous clothes? What’s not to love. I’ve slowly started to buy the DVDs and own the first four seasons. Anyone want to fork over the $40 and buy me season five?
Friends: This one shouldn’t need too much explanation, because it’s just a great show. And since I can basically quote every episode, it’s fair to say that this will always be my favorite. I’ve mentioned before that no one will play the Friends Trivia Game with me (yes, I own it) because I always win. I challenge you!
So there you have it. What televisions shows define you?
I tried on an engagement ring.
Now before you start squeeing and jumping around, let me just clarify that it was not with Michael and it was at work.
My coworker (and fellow blogger) Anna, has hopped on the Let’s Get Molly Engaged train. Yesterday she sat down in my office and asked me if I had showed Michael what kinds of rings I like (yes) and whether or not I’ve tried on all the rings of my married and engaged friends.
I had to think about it for a second but then realized, no, I hadn’t. Maybe one but I feel weird asking women to take off their rock so I can put it on my finger and daydream about being Mrs. Michael.
As soon as I said that, good
old young Anna pulled her gorgeous three-stone engagement ring off and handed it to me.
It fit perfectly. (“Five and a half!” she said.) And I was shocked by the what the weight of a real ring feels like. The heaviness of diamonds and platinum translated instantly into the overwhelming desire to have that commitment on my finger forever.
I moved my hand back and forth, letting the diamonds catch the light as I pictured what it will be like to have my own. Then I gave it back, because just a few minutes longer and Anna would have been chasing me down the street as I manically ran away screaming, “I got one! I got one!”
Last night over the all-American meal of steak and potatoes (I mean really, I should have been wearing an apron and heels), I told Michael about the ring. How I loved the way it felt. How I wanted one of my own.
This time I couldn’t read his smile. Did it mean, “oh you silly girl, it’s right around the corner and you don’t even know it”?
I really, really hope so.
PS- While the cat’s away, the mouse will write on his blog. Check out my guest post over at I Got Nothin’
* He goes grocery shopping with me. Which is on my I Hate To Do This list right up there with laundry. Also, he paid for the groceries, so my checking account is happy.
* He cleans my car. A lot. Mostly because I never do and I think it irritates him to see dirt and tree sap on it. Although, ever since he bought the new car, mine has seen less and less attention…
* He’s cozy. Oh so cozy. So cozy, in fact, that I miss spinning classes because being wrapped up in his arms is like a drug.
* I’m completely comfortable around him. Last night I was lying on the couch while he was in the bathroom shaving. I felt a little rumbling, so I let one go. It was lots of air and really loud. All of the sudden he stuck his head out of the bathroom and said, “I heard that fart from here. With the water running!” Hehehe.
* I want to have like, 10,000 of his babies. Well, more like two or three. But the fact that he’s so awesome with kids makes me so excited to be the mother of his children.
* He tells me he loves me every day and every night before we fall asleep. Nothing better than that in the world.
They call it Turbo Kick for a reason.
I showed up at the gym with enough time to change and relax a little before the class started. Through the glass doors of the studio I watched the end of the Core class. Women struggled to get in that last crunch before collapsing on their mat. Yikes, I thought. That looks hard.
Little did I know…
The instructor for my class walked in ahead of me. A petite blonde with two braided pigtails, she looked harmless. Looked normal.
Aside from me and Jen, there were about six girls that had all taken the class before. They all varied in height and weight and I just hoped that they wouldn’t all be super good. The instructor insured us that we’d get the hang of it and to modify steps if they were too challenging for our first time.
Thanks to my dance background, I picked up the choreographed steps easily. BUT an hour straight of squatting, lunging, punching, kicking and jumping left me wanting to take my sweaty, tomato-faced self and collapse. I was actually excited when she told us to grab a mat for cool down.
Until I realized that “cool down” was 15 minutes of ab workouts. Apparently fitness instructors are INSANE.
My ass? Officially kicked. And I can’t wait to do it again next week.
Oh yeah…then I went and played tennis because I am smart.
Today my thighs are burning, making the stairs to my office look more like a mountain. But hey, I earned that burn (that sounds gross) and I’m proud of it.
When I finally collapsed on the couch at 8:45 after my shower, eating was the last thing on my mind. But my dear, sweet boyfriend said that it wasn’t healthy to workout that hard and not eat, so he heated me up some leftovers. We then proceeded to watch the last three episodes of the Hills and I fell into a deep, exercised induced sleep.
One pound down, seven to go.
I missed my spinning class.
I woke up a half hour before I set the alarm and was all proud of myself for starting the day early. I got up, fed the dog and went back to bed to hang out with Michael until it was time to go.
An hour later I woke up to Michael shaking me. “Babe, your class!” Uh…yeah. I missed it. It’s totally Michael’s fault because he’s just so damn cozy.
I punished myself by going to the gym anyway and killing myself on the elliptical. And when I kill myself at the gym it is not a pretty picture. We’re talking tomato-red face, lots of sweat and frizzy hair. HOT. I also signed up for another spinning class that I swear I won’t sleep through.
Tonight I have my first kickboxing class, followed by a tennis lesson. Me thinks I might be crazy. I wouldn’t ordinarily follow an hour of kickboxing with an hour of tennis, but the lessons happen to fall on the same night as the class so for a month, I have no choice. When I finally get home at 8 p.m. I’m going to be a frizzy, sweaty tomato who can barely lift her arms.
But! Being a sweaty tomato is slowly starting to pay off. Because this tomato weighs one pound less that she did last week. Yeah, it’s only one pound. But if you count the weight I lost before Vegas we’re at six pounds and that’s like an entire basket of tomatoes less than I started with.
On a side note, you know you’ve got a good man when you’re walking around the house in a schlumpy sweatshirt and slippers and he stops what he’s doing to say you look hot.