Why Not?

If I were about 40 pounds lighter and looked like Rachel Bilson, I would SO wear something like this to my bachelorette party.

RB and this dress are so friggen hot.

I am “average-ish.” I am not 5’7″ and 110 pounds. This photo is my dorky inspiration for my wedding… even though I know it’d be quite unhealthy for me to be that size, I can look at this photo before I grab a scoop of ice cream or a beer. Maybe it’ll help!

I Said Yes!

Well, the GTB proposed this weekend! I couldn’t post between then and now because I know I would leak the news and I had to tell some family and friends before posting (how upset would you be if you found out over blog?!)

Anyway… here’s how it happened:

The GTB brought Stella out for her morning potty break (6:45 am!).

When she comes back in, she always runs to the bedroom and has to be loved by the person still in bed. I was out cold until I heard her little tags jingling, so I reached down all groggy to pet her. Then I opened my eyes and saw a little ribbon around her.

I was instantly awake, picked her up and set her on the bed. She started running around like a maniac because she was excited to be on our bed (her first time!).

The GTB helped me catch her and pulled the ring off the ribbon.

It was be-u-tiful. It literally took my breath away.

He said some beautiful words about love and living our lives together and asked me if I’d marry him. Of course I said yes!

…Now, I am trying to figure out how to take a good photo of the ring — its a lot more difficult to catch the sparkle of a diamond than you’d thing!

Shoes, Shoes, Shoes

Okay, I am known to be a bit of a shoe horse. I *may* have winter and summer shoe wardrobes that have to be switched out as seasons change because my closet can only hold 30 pair at a time.

So, sometimes, I impulsively buy shoes.

When the GTB and I were in San Francisco, shopping on Union Square, I found a fantastic pair of shoes at Zara. They were ivory patent leather with a nice wrapped heel and peep toe. The GTB liked them, but then he MADE me buy them when he accidentally dropped them on the escalator and gave them a small scratch (why he was so adament about me buying damaged shoes, I’ll never know). He felt certain that he’d bring them to a cobbler and get them buffed.

Then, the GTB and I were shopping in downtown Minneapolis and fell upon a fantastic pair of Salvatore Ferragamo shoes that couldn’t be passed up — silky, butterly leather, stacked heel, cute bow design at the toe. We thought they’d match the accent color on the dress-to-be well, but it turned out they didn’t.

So now, I have 2 pair of “wedding” shoes… and I still haven’t found the perfect pair! How many pairs did you buy before getting married?

Over before it started

Don’t start guys. I’ve already heard it and I’ve already felt it. Trust me, the natural male tendency to avoid all things related to marriage is alive and well. I’ve already wigged out, pressed to wait longer, tried to set a timeline, and wigged out again.

I’m wearing down. I had my chance. Now it’s time to man up and do this thing.

So, save your pithy comments because it’s not worth it. This train’s a-comin’. It’s rollin’ ’round the bend and I’m surely not going to see any sunshine until I don’t know when. I’ve decided there’s 1 and only 1 way I’m going to have some fun with this and that’s by outing myself and sharing the miracle of marriage with the world.