I have never been married, but I would think you should take your time, enjoy your engagement and the cloud you are on right now. I would not rush into anything... When you feel it is right, then set the date and have a tiny wedding.. just family and a few friends. just my opinion...
Similar to clicking a pen for the most part.
Buying clothes for women is a total guessing game. I am reasonably lucky in my height and body type, in that I can take my weight, round up to the nearest 10, drop the 0, and that's generally very close to my size. Underwear is 1/2 my clothing size. The key word in this is "GENERALLY," and for some horrid reason, the more expensive a clothing line is, the smaller the sizes tend to run. Jeans rises also very wildly (crotch to waist) making hemming a nightmare unless you put them on and have someone else pin for you. LOL...I FINALLY learned how to measure for a proper bra fit, and was I shocked! I thought I wore a 46 B, but I actually wear a 42 H, and can get by with a 44DDDD. GOOD LORD! They don't LOOK that big! But then, I am nowhere near a petite thing.
Looks interesting. I don't know if RB would like it, but I think AWM would. Great Mother's Day gift idea!
If we could, I'd buy it. Rough day.
Good for you. If more people questioned the "established" mode of thought, the world would be a better place.
I did get some sleep. Would have gotten more, except no one else was home to let the cats out and in--and the temperature dropped all day.
Well I guess I got some sleep. Took my nightly tea and passed out at 9? I moved the clock forward and last time I looked at it it was 9:05pm. I woke just before the alarm went off. 4:50am. Honeybee was stretched out across my belly. I think I may have accidently pressed her head into my side=I was trying to get my arm under the blanket and didn't realize she was on me and tried to pull the blanket over me but it wasn't a blanket=it was a cat!So I sort of woke up and pet her and rearrange her back where she was. She licked my arm and stretched out a paw on my shoulder and she snored! I drifted off...I didn't look at the clock..probably 2am? I was wide awake this morning but now it's 8am and at work-and I am starting to feel tired. Like I could go back to sleep. Oh come on 4pm! I hate the times change.
@Tallyollyopia I hope you get some rest. Sorry about the hassles in your life. Sounds like you need a vacation already. Or at least at work you can stand in the coolers to cool off. I spent many minutes in there cooling off when I worked in kitchens. It was the fastest way to get rid of my headaches. Of course you can't stay in there too long but sometimes I wished I had an ice box like this at home in the summer. I probably would sleep in there I get so hot. LOL.
Honeybee hid under the bed this morning when I tried to give her the pumpkin. I already did her puffs when she was laying on me. I had to move her to make her lay across my lap and did the puffs before she took off to hide. She stays under the bed until I leave for work. Jon says she comes up to see him around 8ish and begs for treats. Did I tell you she has an annoying habit of jumping up and biting him if he ignores her?! Then she bites his foot when he's sitting up. Of course he teases her by lifting her up with his foot or just tripping her up as she walks by. She bites him and he makes those noises of oww you brat! and then he picks her up and cuddles her-meanwhile her tail is snapping back and forth and I warn him-watch the tail--if it's whipping back and forth she's going to bite you! LOL. And he doesn't mind. He just teases her some more then gives her treats..which I keep telling him you are training her to be a brat. So no more whining when she claws you.
Snow can be beautiful. Especially if you have a fire to keep warm.
I don't think anyone really has their stuff together.
we got some snow coming Tuesday.
Today trying to contact the folks who we rent from in the summer=so far it's not going well. So I have looked around and one place looks cute and price is cheaper but some of the reviews were soso. It looks to be on a backroad away from the major roads. I would give anything to find something on a deadend road. I don't like traffic or people zooming by fast. I hope I hear back from the ones we normally rent from but if they don't get back to me in a week I will have to move on.
So far the weeks I want are booked up on most places. I am also considering flying on a plane and visiting people I have met online. And then just staying in my own home and doing day trips here and there. The problem is we have explored just about everywhere so this cottage I am looking at is 15 miles south of our usual area=we haven't been much in that area..we like to drive around back roads and look at stuff. The problem is with Honeybee and Pumps on meds they need to go with us. They both travel well. I just know a new place is very stressful for all of us. Send the heavens some pixy dust that I calm down and let things go. Because I just feel like in shock because I wasn't expecting to never go back. But I guess that's part of being an adult..but the child in me is saying NO!
I should hit the gym after work but I didn't eat all day due to my nerves. I envy people who got their stuff together.
Nope. Some people are just really good at pretending. And some people are experts in specific areas; when you see them in their safe zone it looks like they have their stuff together. But I guarantee that outside of their area of expertise they're just as clueless as all the rest of us.
Are you sure? I mean, I know the toilets are safe in women's room, but the men's room is a mystery to me. Except for the few times I've had to help clean the men's room at work. The toilets flushed safely then, but maybe the monsters are scared of women.
She most certainly is.
One time I went clothes shopping at Wal-Mart to try and figure out what my pants size was. I got a twelve, fourteen, and sixteen--that were all the same size.And guys wonder why it takes women so long to go clothes shopping.
What are the sounds like? (I have trouble with high-pitched noises.)
Really busy night. A couple of points for my customers and coworkers.
1) The big sinks are not trash cans. (I expect my coworkers to know better!)
2) The men's room floor is not a trash can.
3) The men's room mirror is not a place for tobacco pouches.
4) If you don't want your nachos, don't put the tray upside-down on the counter. Throw them.
5) The toilet/urinal is not alive. The toilet/urinal is not armed. The toilet/urinal are not possessed. You can flush them. There will be no recriminations. I promise!!!
I was head-hunted by the night-shift manager of the fiberglass plant across the street. (The same place that has had the air purification system go down seven times in the last two months, which explains why I'm not applying.) I mentioned that the people working across the street don't seem very happy--and she changed the subject. Um-hmm. I called that.
Still no word from SD. Hoping we hear from him sometime today.
I'm really happy for my neighbor. I guess he was into some bad stuff and on drugs but he got clean and found God in prison and he's really working hard to turn his life around. It's not easy for him - he was only able to get a minimum wage job and most of his money goes to fines. He's preaching at a church that was left without a pastor right now but I don't know if he gets paid for it - I've never asked. I have tons of respect for people who are truly able and willing to change their lives. I've never been involved with drugs but I'm not naive enough to think that they're easy to get away from.
I'm dealing with shark week, too. Which means a week of back to back migraines. It's a major pain in the rear. At least SD was found safe and sound. Though someone should probably give him a good smack upside the head to get some sense knocked in there. Men are such boneheads.
Okay, so early this morning Spot brought me a baby bunny. A living baby bunny. Imagine my surprise! So, I gave him a box, food, water, and an old towel as a blanket. (He died. Just letting all of you know that right now.) RB and I got into an argument over the bunny; him saying the rabbit wasn't going to stay in the house and me saying that it was something Spot brought me. Well, the argument hyped me up so much I couldn't go to sleep until noon. At two thirty, after he got off work, RB woke me up to tell me that he'd rethought his position about the bunny--that as long as it lived through the day, I could keep it if I wanted. (Gee, thanks for the permission I didn't ask for.) Well, it got up to almost eighty and my room (where the bunny was, to protect it from the cats) has very little in the way of insulation, so it was hot. I had to turn on the air and go to sleep in AWM's room. A few hours later AWM came home from her work, where she was called by SD's work since he didn't show (apparently, even though he never gave any of us their numbers, he gave them AWM's as an emergency contact), and, well, the phone call was very loud. So, I'm lying there trying to sleep (I have work tonight) as she's calling hosipitals and even a morgue looking for SD. I finally manage to doze into a fitful sleep (again, have work tonight), only to have AWM wake me up to tell me that she's taking RB with her up to file a report now, instead of Monday. Well, on their way up there they got a call from SD's boss who found him--and he was in jail for driving under the influence of his prescription medications. (I really, really hope he doesn't lose his job over this.) Apparently the officer who took him in was alerted by the fact that SD was not maintaining his lane (something he can't do sober; I have no idea how he has a license at all). So now the two of them are trying to get him out of jail, but no bondsman will loan them the money without "total security" (which, if you can afford, it would be cheaper to just pay the bail yourself), because they live out of state. (Did I mention that I have work tonight?!)
Well, this is going to be a fun night, I can tell. In retrospect, the argument I had with RB was indeed stupid, as the rabbit was clearly dying (probably from wounds the cat inflicted on it before bringing it to me to finish off). My only defenses are that it has been a long, stressful year (and still not over!!!) and that shark week just started, so I'm a little more emotionally unbalanced than normal.
I'm good at pretending. I'm so good at pretending, everyone who meets me at work will swear I'm a people person.
The bit about the toilets made me laugh (and I've had precious little of that lately). Sorry to hear about your shark week--and your migraines.
I embroider temari balls (Google it for some pretty pictures), using pins with different colored heads to mark the ball in various geometric patterns. The color of the pin head is important because it tells you what the pin "means," so I have my pin cushion sorted by color. When I'm using it in a public place, people inevitably seem to conclude that I must be a very organized person, which couldn't be farther from the truth.
