And happy Friday the 13th to everyone! Geoff, only proving that he and I share a brain, blogged about the fear that chilled him to the bone upon hearing the "chh chh chh chh" Friday the 13th movie music. Ick... I just got goosebumps! But do you know what this means? FRIDAY THE 13TH MOVIE MARATHON! Yes! I love horror movies although when I'm watching them and getting all creeped out I think to myself, "Why do I put myself through this? I need to stop watching these movies." But I love it. Just like I love watching surgery on TV. I can't help myself. Its a sickness.
So I wish I had something exciting to blog about today but I really don't. Yesterday, The Mr. and I ate at Nacho Mamma's for dinner and it was delightful. I ate waaay too much. I wish I had that trigger in my brain that would tell me that I should STOP EATING when I'm full and not to continue eating until all food is banished from sight. Some people give me a hard time about how often I work out (and honestly - its not that much, I work out about 60-90 minutes, 5 days a week). But what people don't understand is that if I didn't exercise at all, I'd have to be removed from my house in a crane.
In college, I was about 20 lbs heavier than I am right now. 20 lbs! I showed The Mr. some pics of me during my peak weight and he actually said (it was a group picture) "Who is that girl in the back?" IT WAS ME. I was probably hiding a Taco Bell mexican pizza or something. I'm not sure what kick started my work out (maybe it was my anorexic friend who used to take Xenedrine and eat 2 apples a day that would tell me I'm fat) but during my senior year of college, I started working out and haven't stopped. I enjoy it. If I don't work out, I feel awful. But why is it when you lose weight... you lose it in your boobs? Its so annoying and very discouraging sometimes.
Tonight I'm supposed to meet up with Beth and Suzanne for Happy Hour at an outdoor bar near me but the weather forecast is calling for rain. Boo! Although I'm pooped so it may be a good thing to stay in tonight. Tomorrow is Rob & Jenny's engagement party. The Mr. and Marshall are concocting some very scary Jungle Juice type drink that will be dispensed out of one of those coolers with a fun spout. Hey now - I never said we were a classy bunch.
More wedding photo fun! Honestly - the photographer gave me a cd containing like 600 pictures. I'm going to try to stretch out the photo montage as long as possible so here are MORE pics of us getting ready:
We had a pretty good time hanging out in the hotel room. I wish we had pictures of how intrusive the videographer was because it was HILARIOUS.
Me, giving my best "Blue Steel".
My sassy shoes.
My sassy dress (and I'm still working hard to get Doug to do a free "trash the dress" session with me).
This picture cracks me up. I get a little farty when I'm nervous so I took preventative measures. Theresa read the instructions aloud to the videographer. Sadly, it never made it to the final dvd but the photographer got a fab picture.
1 comment:
although i've never eaten challah, i've had a similar type of dish ... yeah, we called it "pull-apart bread." that's damn original, don't you think? yup ... i'm klassy with a capital K.
i'm all about horror movies too! and as cheesy as the friday the 13th movies are, i love them. i bought the entire set on dvd like 3 halloweens ago. it was on sale and i snagged it. yay. the only one i don't have is the one where he's in space ... how unbelievable can a movie be? i mean, yeah, i can understand chopping jason up into a hundred pieces, putting them in a blender, hitting puree and then pouring him overboard a boat in the middle of the pacific ... oh yeah, he's coming back and with a vengeance! but in space? i mean, seriously! there's no such thing as space travel. stupid movie makers.
i'm missing that same trigger, especially if the food is delicious, i'm always thinking, just one more bite. 10 bites later. ok, this is my last bite. a few bites later. i think i'm going to die. maybe that's why i'm looking "meatier."
i can't imaging having a photographer and a videographer all up in my personal business, even on a day like a wedding. i'd be like, "hey ... can you come back later? i have a digi-cam ... i'll snap some shots and give them to you." they don't need to be hearing all your lurid details ... i've heard conversations among women ... it's enough to make a porn star blush sometimes.
love the pictures, though! keep them coming, dahling.
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