our day. our dreams. our registry.

So I am getting married. In under two weeks. We announced it last week. Things are happening fast but it seems like plans are falling into place and other than the fact that Kendra can't be there, everything is suprisingly working out.

I started our registries at Bed Bath and Beyond and also Target. We have been having a blast picking out dishes, appliances and board games. Yes board games. Every "new" house needs their own copy of Balderdash, right?

Yesterday I was adding some stuff and the thought popped into my head that I should look at my sister's registry to make sure that we aren't choosing the same stuff because she would blow a gasket. I clicked over to her registry at Target and we have chosen the same luggage just in a different color, the same dust buster and we would have chosen the same vacuum but when I went to add it to my list, it wouldn't let me and I had to choose the step-up. Ugh. All I know is I am not changing mine so she will just have to deal with it! She shouldn't be too upset. It's not like we chose the same dishes or anything.

I am glad that we only have three weeks to plan this because I start hyperventilating a little bit when I think about all the different plans and mine is not even that complicated. I can't imagine planning one with a bridal party and rehersal dinner and bridal showers.

We need to decide if we are going to wear rings. Rings bother me. They make my fingers hurt. So that may be a problem. Hmmm.

I'll give it a shot

So there is a contest to win a pink nano...so I am giving it a shot. And that means I have to link back to it. So here's the link. Give it a try.

Midnight photo shoot

I left work on Friday afternoon and headed north. I was going to help my friends. They have a new baby and it is a big adjustment. They haven't slept much. And we all know what happens when you don't get any sleep.

My original intent was to go and do some cleaning and cook some stuff to put in the freezer. I didn't think that I would be much help with the baby because she needs momma milk. But it turned out that as long as I brought her to her momma every two hours so she could feed, I could help out immensely by keeping her quiet so that her parents could sleep.

It was a good thing that I had a cup of coffee on my drive up because I ended up pulling the late late shift on Friday night. The baby is a little confused about when she is supposed to sleep. So the momma went upstairs about 9 PM to get some sleep and the dad followed about 10 PM to take a shower and get some sleep. The baby ate at 11 PM and then we settled in downstairs to be quiet so her parents could sleep. We did a photo shoot about midnight because she was wide awake and then she settled down until about 1:30 AM at which point she ate again and then we went back downstairs for the next two hours. She slept through most of that which meant that I did as well and then I took her up at 4 AM and gave her back to her momma so that I could sleep a little bit.

Anyone that thinks having a baby looks like a lot of fun needs to experience what I have over the past week. It's like one of those Scared Straight programs.

Babies are a lot of work.

Movie Quote Friday

I am starting a new weekly post since that seems to be all the rage. Feel free to join in.

This week's movie: TOMMY BOY

Tommy: Hey, I'll tell you what. You can get a good look at a butcher's ass by sticking your head up there. But, wouldn't you rather to take his word for it?

Mr. Brady, Customer: [confused] What? I'm failing to make the connection here.

Tommy: No, I mean is, you can get a good look at a T-bone by sticking your head up a butcher's ass... No, wait. It's gotta be your bull.

Richard: [embarrassed] Wow.

Hello Goodbye Goodbye Hello

This past weekend was very emotional for me. Well, not the whole weekend but the beginning of it. In the course of 24 hours these things happened to me.

Hello: I said Hello to Addison. The whole labor and birthing process was very emotionally draining for me to watch because it was my close friend going through it. I will write a whole separate post about that soon.

Goodbye: When I recovered on Friday from being up so late on Thursday, I checked the hamster cages and S'Mores wasn't moving. Or breathing. He was dead. And I was devestated. I called Rick bawling and then proceeded to scoop him up and put him in a shoebox.

Goodbye: Rick went to the pet store and tried to buy a S'Mores lookalike and bring it home on the off chance that his child owner wouldn't notice that he was dead. I told him that the new hamster was a lot smaller than S'Mores. I opened up his shoebox to show him and Rick announces that he was still breathing. Great. Here we go again. He died within the hour. It felt like saying goodbye twice.

Hello: Once his child owner arrived home and noticed that he was dead, there was a lot of crying all around. She then noticed the box containing the new hamster and promptly decided that her name was Stacy and she needed to move into S'Mores's old cage. So I had to say hello to this new baby hamster that kind of looks like S'Mores but she's not the same.

I was drained when I went to bed on Friday night. This is why I can't have a dog or a cat. If I reacted this way to a hamster dying, what would happen if something like that died? Geez.