Carb it up

My fiance apparently wants to make his already trim physique into a rock hard figure. (sweetie, if you get to the point where you can't lift your arms up all the way not I will not only laugh at you, I will continuously ask you to lift your arms up for my own amusement.  But if you do get an ass I can bounce quarters off of don't be surprised if I start throwing change at your ass.)  So his trainer has him on this new work out plan, but he also needs to change his diet a little bit in order to see results.

In other words, he should be cutting his carbs.

This is absolute blasphemy to me.  Especially now that I'm getting back into running, and I need carbs for energy.  I most certainly will not be making hamburgers without the buns or put my pasta recipe book away.  No way in hell would I ever do that.  And even though I don't know how to make rice in my mom's rice cooker and completely failed at being an asian there, I'm starchly (hehehe) refusing to cut rice out of our diet either.
    
Now, in fairness, he doesn't have to cut them out entirely.  He really just needs to cut the excess carbs out, and replace those with less processed options.  Like having a yogurt instead of toast with his cereal in the morning, or fruit salad in place of his late night cereal snack (that's one way to keep chocolate Cheerios in my house, have Mike stop eating them twice a day), or have whole grain pasta for dinner or brown instead of white rice.  That, ok, I can do that for him.

But really, he doesn't want to do this either.  And this is how I know.  
--Late night snack time-- 
fiance: What do I want to eat?
me: You want to eat carbs, you just won't.
fiance (sadly):  Yeah.  Maybe just a little bit of cereal won't hurt..?
me: I don't think a Sarah-sized bowl will hurt.  Or you can have fruit salad.
fiance: (sadly) Yeah....

Short Shorts

I have a black pair of shorts.  And they are really really short. 

Me (while going through my dresser deciding what to wear): Oh, my black shorts. I barely wore these last year.  Hmm, well, it's super hot out and I think I can pull these off.

--At the store in short shorts where every guy over the age of 10 stares at my legs and every woman gives me the evil eye.--

Me: Oh, right. Now I remember. That's why I don't wear these.

First Timers

We've looked and decided on our wedding venue* and we're thisclose to signing the paperwork and locking in the space.  I say thisclose because communication with them has been a bit of a chalange.  I've had to be a little pushy in my emails.  To thier credit though, they apologized for the wait so they are professional about it. 

Turns out we're the first couple to be getting married there.  Not only that, the building itself was just re-opened 6 months ago, and the executive staff is in transition a bit too.  There's still a few kinks to work out and wrinkles to smooth. 

I'm a first time bride* and they're a first time venue, I understand that there will be bit of a learning curve for all of us involved.  But I don't think I'm that crazy and by no means am I a bridezilla. (at least, no one has told me I am.  That is unless of course I am a huge bridezilla, so terrible that everyone is terrified to tell me in fear that I will rip off thier head.)  But I don't feel that bad about being a little pushy with them about communication.  Because if they want to be taken seriously as a venue and want to have more weddings there in the future, they are going to have to learn to deal with crazier brides than me!


*once secure I'll share the name of the place. Don't want to jinx anything yet.
**I only halfway planned a wedding before.  Doesn't count. 

Platonic

Mike and I have both now asked the people we want to have in our wedding party, and we're all set there.  We each have 4, so 8 total, but we have a split of 5 women to 3 men.  My groom has asked one of his female friends to stand on his side, and while we're not sure of the terminology, (groomslady, groomsmaid, distinguished flower girl?) we're delighted she accepted. At first Mike was a bit unsure about asking her, not about Kathy herself, but in a is this too untraditional sort of way.  But I feel as though if you are close enough friends to want them to stand up for you at your wedding, it doesn't matter what gender they are.  So he asked and everyone's happy.

The other day those two were having a facebook wall conversation full of inside jokes.  I remarked that if I didn't trust them both, him having such a close female friend could make a lesser woman jealous.  (Female friends, I'm not jealous.  Ex-girlfriends and sexy sounding computer anti-virus updates computer (seriously, the update lady sounds like she's hitting on him), that's another story)

I'm not jealous of thier friendship for several reasons.  I like her and consider her a friend of myself.  But mainly it's because I believe that a strictly platonic friendship between 2 different genders is possible, since I have several myself.  I have male friends that have only been friends, who it never occurred to either of us to cross the line.  Mike's the same way, which thank god.  Because my ex not only believed that a male/female friendship for me was impossible, he was also convinced I had hooked up with every single one of my guy friends.  He even went as far as to accuse me of sleeping with one of male friends while we were at this male friends wedding.  He accused me of sleeping with the groom.  Yeah.

Have I mentioned how glad I am to not have married him?  So, SO glad.  But yeah, platonic friendships are possible, and they make life better. 

Bride-tv

I do not make it a point to watch bride-tv.  I watched enough of it in 2008 and after a while it all blurs together as one crazy/stressed/bitchy bride/groom/wedding related personel yelling/crying/bossing around some bridesmaid/family member/fiance after another. 

But last night I'm flipping through the guide and I see My Fair Wedding with David Tutera is on.  Out of sheer curiosity, I check out the show description and read that this David-guy is going to plan a Pirates of the Caribbean themed wedding.

I was equal parts terrified and fascinated at the same time. And then flipped to it promptly.

Sparkly!

When I was being helpful I discovered this website called ring envy.  There people post pictures of their rings and their proposal stories, and you can collect "envies" on it.  (I guess that's comparable to collecting likes on your facebook status).  And you can also list the stats of your ring, such as the band metal, the color, clarity, and cut grades, and oh yeah, the price. (figuratively that is.  But I think I'm safe to assume that a $$ ring is less than a $$$$$$ ring.).  I got 1 page into it and said 'holy narcissism batman!" and vowed to myself (and dr soc) I would not be like that.

Now that I have a beautiful, beautiful ring, I love love love wearing it and showing it off.  And it's fairly unique too, I don't know of anyone else who has my stone shape and setting, or the two combined.  Which is another reason I love love love it.  But it doesn't feel right to snap a picture of it and post it to the interwebs for all the world to see.  I don't need to collect envies on it to love it more.  It came from dr soc, and yes it totally ROCKS, and that's what matters to me.

But if you do want to see a picture, just ask.  I have plenty to show!