Go Speed Racer

I ran last night and it was a pretty good run. One of those runs where all you feel is the cool air hitting your face. After 10 minutes, you can't stop. Every muscle in your body is saying, "Hey - we got a groove here, don't ruin it! Keep going! Run faster!" It was a good day.

I'm so happy election time is just around the corner. I'm sick of our local radio and tv stations clogged with the most retarded commercials. (They are so bad!) Tried to watch the NLCS last night and all I had to watch were these commercials!
If only my internet class started tonight instead of Wednesday, then I wouldn't have to try to watch game 5 of the series and study at the same time.

The florist I've been dealing with is supposed to send me the final revised estimate now. It has been 3 months since we started the flower selection process. I have news for this lady. I am taking her estimate around to see if we can get a better deal and better service elsewhere. She may be good at design, but she sucks at customer service. I don't need any drama on my wedding day. No drama.

Can't wait until January gets here and we only have 6 more months to get stuff done...I'm running out of things I can do and I'm sitting here with all this time on my hands.

I need a little mini vacation - would love to travel... but no money!!!!! All this wedding stuff is killing me.

Argh.

Kill Florist Part 2

I got the estimate back from the florist on Friday. I think I will begin pulling out my non-existant hair!
Why do florists highball everything and expect a person to bite? I see right through it.

So back and forth we go once more to clear up the great mystery of the floral budget. Everytime I walk into the shop I feel like I'm walking into an episode of Seinfeld. I can just hear the Soup Nazi. "NO! No FLOWERS FOR YOU!"

This weekend is the magic garage sale. I hope and pray we sell some of our ever growing "inventory." Now that I have boxed everything up, I do not want to move it again into the attic.

Alphie, the little red betta fish sitting on my desk, is behaving strangely this morning. I thought it was maybe his food, but now I realize he hates my shirt! I wore a bright red shirt this morning to work. Wherever I walk in the room, he follows me in his bowl. When I sit to type, he stares at me. If I turn to look at him, he flares at me. What an odd little creature.

Back to my daydreaming and designing....

By the way...

I just looked at my calendar.

Has anyone noticed that November 2, Election Day is also "Day of the Dead"?

I can see it now...zombies walking from the polls.

That would make a GREAT movie!

The Bride learns patience in housekeeping.

I snuck into the florist's downtown shop yesterday at lunch. I totally surprised her! Yay! AND I got to actually speak to her instead of her assistant, so that was a bonus.

She promised me an estimate today in my email. The clock is ticking at 8:40 a.m. CT. Let's see if she follows through.

This weekend I am happily sending the fiance away to the lake to help his dad with the boat and waverunner maintenance. I will have his entire home to myself and hope to get everything ready for a massive neighborhood garage sale next Saturday. My fiance and I do not live together yet, and I have a couple more months on an unbreakable lease. This actually works out better because his house is very much the bachelor pad. (We don't have a lot of kitchen supplies and I am constantly running out of toilet paper over there!) It gives me lots of time to clean and reorganize to my taste. We are lucky it is such a nice new home, and really only needs a good dusting and vacuum now and again to perk it up. The garage sale is going to hopefully get rid of some nasty furniture he inherited from his grandma and lots of old old 90's polo shirts.

(Interested in having a garage sale? Try this link: Garage Sale 101

I tried for a half hour to talk him into getting rid of some of his t-shirts. What is it with men and t-shirts?! He has like 90+ shirts, and if they are ratty or holey under the armpits, I'm like "Can we please use this as a dust rag?" I get that hurt look, "OH NO - THAT'S THE blah blah SHIRT FROM blah blah. It's my FAVORITE SHIRT." He has 90 favorite shirts. Funny, I only see him wear about 10 of them. I can handle 10 favorite shirts, (hey I am a woman - I have clothes too!) but when we go into pack rat mode, it gets a little silly. "No you can't get rid of that shirt, I wore that to the playoff game." I point to the holes in the armpits, "Apparently you've worn it to a lot of other places honey, can we please put it out of it's misery?" Then I get the, "Well, maybe we can make a pillow or a wall hanging out of it."

Oh my GOD! LET IT GO MAN. IT'S A FREAKING SHIRT!?

You don't see me hanging my favorite jockey bikini briefs on the wall the day I finally blow out the elastic.

They were good clothes. They served an honorable duty to the person who wore them. Let us remember our fallen clothing, and continue to honor them by recycling them as dust and car cleaning rags. Once they are nasty - toss em.

That's another thing that cracks some people up, I imagine. The saving of rags for garage use. I don't know about you, but when I was little, it was a federal offense to use papertowels for such things. Papertowels were for the kitchen. Newspaper was for cleaning windows and glass. And socks - well they never died. My grandma grew up during the depression. She could darn socks like nobodies business. We'd have socks for running around barefoot at her house - you know, so you didn't ruin socks on the hardwood floors. It was a little insane, but she loved to do it.. God love her.

An interesting topic... the recycling of clothing for other household uses. I would love to hear your ideas and thoughts on what to do with those nappy old clothes. I also found this interesting link on how to make your own cleaning supplies. Yea, I'm not really that ambitious, but if your fiance forgets to pick up something you need from the store, here's how you can make due with what you already have. Make Your Own Cleaners!