Let the good times roll
Again, I have found that I have been too busy to attend to my creative needs. Thus, I must wait until 11 pm on a Friday night to fulfill my duties. But never fear, for I have plenty to discuss.
Let's begin with the pure excitement and joy: THE CLUB IS OFFICIALLY COMPLETE-THE PLUMBER HAS PROPOSED TO BUNS! Let us rejoice! And in I will state this up-front because I am sure you are all wondering...he did in fact give her a ring..NOT a washer. But rather, a beautiful ring of such sentimental value, I cannot even begin to tell you how much happiness it brings me to even talk about it. I believe that they may have trouble getting the venue they desire...it seems as though Madison Square Garden books at least 3 years in advance so, I don't know what the Plumber is going to do about that. However, I am sure his nicely developed spreadsheet will put him on track. FYI--the Pope may also book up rather quickly, so you may want to get a jump start on that, Fireman.
In other news: last night I had a moment in time where everything stopped and I thought to myself "there have been so many good things this past week, I don't know how I could possibly capture it in words". However, I thought I would be doing in an injustice if I didn't somehow try. For one, as I mentioned above, the last duo in my circle of friends has become engaged, which officially allows Buns to enter our little "club". I can now share with her "porn" (a.k.a. Brides Magazine) when we gather for what the boys believe to be "just another drinking night). Hahaha. Silly boys. Just another excuse for us ladies to discuss dresses and details. Drink up, men. Drink, up.
In a related story, I picked out my dress last Friday with my mom. It was a fun day of mom and daughter togetherness which left Kleenex stock up a few points. I must have tried 60 dresses on. Each one having something special about them. But then there was THIS ONE. The moment it went over my head, I knew it was made for me. That was it--this is it. I have ended my quest and my wedding dress has been purchased, well, ordered. In a way, I feel bad for the fiancee. Little does he know that there will be days when he comes home from work that I will most likely be completely decked out in my dress. I love this dress. I cannot bring myself to store it in an attic...in a box...amongst Christmas decorations and old stuffed animals. No, no, no. This dress deserves a special spot. This dress makes me feel like a princess. He has his sports room...I will have my "dress" room.
And reason #3 this week has been tremendous: the Yankees are up 2 games to none against the BoSox. Last night when the fiancee and I were at the stadium it was pure and utter joy. However, I found myself a little frustrated by the 3rd inning at the constant repetitiveness of "Who's Your Daddy?" (of course in reference to Pedro Martinez's statement about the Yankees owning him). By the third I was yelling back (silently, of course---I wouldn't want New Yorkers to think I was some kind of weirdo) "Keeaary Muullligggan". THAT is my daddy. Get over it. Find something new to chant. At one point in the evening, while everyone else was standing up, waiting for Leiber to throw the last strike, I was just sitting. Sitting and listening and thinking "this is one of the greatest moments I have had all week". Somehow, I don't think it will be the last. It's been a great week.
Let's begin with the pure excitement and joy: THE CLUB IS OFFICIALLY COMPLETE-THE PLUMBER HAS PROPOSED TO BUNS! Let us rejoice! And in I will state this up-front because I am sure you are all wondering...he did in fact give her a ring..NOT a washer. But rather, a beautiful ring of such sentimental value, I cannot even begin to tell you how much happiness it brings me to even talk about it. I believe that they may have trouble getting the venue they desire...it seems as though Madison Square Garden books at least 3 years in advance so, I don't know what the Plumber is going to do about that. However, I am sure his nicely developed spreadsheet will put him on track. FYI--the Pope may also book up rather quickly, so you may want to get a jump start on that, Fireman.
In other news: last night I had a moment in time where everything stopped and I thought to myself "there have been so many good things this past week, I don't know how I could possibly capture it in words". However, I thought I would be doing in an injustice if I didn't somehow try. For one, as I mentioned above, the last duo in my circle of friends has become engaged, which officially allows Buns to enter our little "club". I can now share with her "porn" (a.k.a. Brides Magazine) when we gather for what the boys believe to be "just another drinking night). Hahaha. Silly boys. Just another excuse for us ladies to discuss dresses and details. Drink up, men. Drink, up.
In a related story, I picked out my dress last Friday with my mom. It was a fun day of mom and daughter togetherness which left Kleenex stock up a few points. I must have tried 60 dresses on. Each one having something special about them. But then there was THIS ONE. The moment it went over my head, I knew it was made for me. That was it--this is it. I have ended my quest and my wedding dress has been purchased, well, ordered. In a way, I feel bad for the fiancee. Little does he know that there will be days when he comes home from work that I will most likely be completely decked out in my dress. I love this dress. I cannot bring myself to store it in an attic...in a box...amongst Christmas decorations and old stuffed animals. No, no, no. This dress deserves a special spot. This dress makes me feel like a princess. He has his sports room...I will have my "dress" room.
And reason #3 this week has been tremendous: the Yankees are up 2 games to none against the BoSox. Last night when the fiancee and I were at the stadium it was pure and utter joy. However, I found myself a little frustrated by the 3rd inning at the constant repetitiveness of "Who's Your Daddy?" (of course in reference to Pedro Martinez's statement about the Yankees owning him). By the third I was yelling back (silently, of course---I wouldn't want New Yorkers to think I was some kind of weirdo) "Keeaary Muullligggan". THAT is my daddy. Get over it. Find something new to chant. At one point in the evening, while everyone else was standing up, waiting for Leiber to throw the last strike, I was just sitting. Sitting and listening and thinking "this is one of the greatest moments I have had all week". Somehow, I don't think it will be the last. It's been a great week.
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