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and the groom wore shorts.

Oh lord, we are 63 days away.  63 days people.

Begin hyperventilating stage.

We've been engaged for approximately 11 months, which means I have been wedding planning for approximately 11 months minus 30 seconds.  But this week has resulted in quite a few freakouts.  Apparently at some point you realize that regardless of how much stuff you 'think' you have done, you really haven't accomplished anything.

Except attend all possible cake tastings.  There ARE important things in life.

I started making a list the other day of things I need to remember or to do or people to call.  After about 5 minutes of writing I realized that writing is a complete waste of time and I was just going to type it in order to be more efficient.  It's SEVEN pages long.  Typed.

Whoops, I guess my mom was nagging me about getting stuff done for a reason.

In all honesty though, we are in okay shape - there's just a few things that have my heart rate slightly elevated.

Like the fact that Adam still doesn't have anything to wear to the wedding.  Oh yes, you're going to show up and see me looking all stellar in my fabulous Emerald Bridals gown, strutting down the aisle towards...a guy wearing a stretched out polo and cargo khaki shorts.

It's a pretty picture huh?  We were actually planning on buying suits (vs renting) because for just a little bit more money, the groomsmen can actually keep what they're wearing.  The trouble is that this process involves a bit more time on our part to find suits that everyone likes and can purchase.  Which we have put off for about six months.  So if you need me this weekend I'll be at the mall.  Or at another cake tasting.  Because those really don't get old.  And shopping makes me hungry.

wordless wednesday: wanna blankie?

There's nothing sweeter than my nephew offering up his favorite blankie to my pup.

a b c. it's easy as 1 2 3.

By the way, I really despise that song.  But I have it stuck in my head due to the hour we spent last night going through FIVE pages of songs vetoing or agreeing to have them played at our reception.  FIVE pages.  Let me tell you, I was utterly disappointed to find that I really don't know that many songs via their title/artist.  Adam had to do some makeshift humming/singing...sometimes off-key...before I could remember what song it was.

Needless to say that ABC song by the Jackson 5?

Jackson 5 - ABC

No thank you.  Especially now that it is completely stuck in my head.  From last night and because I opened this post with the intent of doing a meme for a lack of anything interesting to write about.  I'm feeling very blah today.  My creativity is waning.

So here you go - copy and paste if you want to participate too - knock yourself out.  Leave me a comment though because I love learning random facts about random people.  Makes me feel smart.

The ABCs of me......

A. Area Code: 440 for me, 216 for Adam
B. Bed Size: Queen...although I really only can claim about 3 sq ft of it (due to my bed-hogger of a dog)

C. Chore you hate: Vacuuming.  It's loud and the dog freaks out.

 
D. Dog’s Name: Officially it's Ricki, although he's commonly known as Mr. Four Legs, Doggie Dizzle, Ricki Ricardo, DJ Doggie Dog

E. Essential “start of the day” Item: Coffee.  I am convinced that God made coffee so people like me could exist.

 

F.Favorite Color: Changes regularly.  Right now turquoise, but recently it's been coral or grass green.

G. Gold or Silver: Silver, my skin looks odd with gold.

H. Height: 5’3”

I. Instruments you play: I took 8 years of piano lessons.  I can also play the clarinet which might possibly be the most annoying sounding instrument - but I was quite good at it.

 
J.Job: Pricing Guru extraordinaire at a well-known creative company.

K. Kids: Not now.  Ricki's too much of a handful.

L.Living Arrangements: 2 bedroom ranch apartment with my fiancé and doggy.

M. Mom’s name: Donna.

N.Nickname: Mostly Coley - my younger sister couldn't pronounce Nicole when she was little.  Adam calls me Coley Jean or Jeanine.  My little sister calls me Big One.  Everyone else calls me 'hey you'

O. Overnight Hospital Stay: I don't remember any.

P. Pet Peeve: Cracking your knuckles.  The sound makes me cringe.

 
Q. Quote from Movie: 'Anything is possible if you've got enough nerve' - Harry Potter

R.Righty or Lefty: Righty-o

S. Siblings: I'm cursed with middle child syndrome.  Older sister, older brother and younger one born so I would have someone to pick on.

T.Time-you wake up: 5:30 am - the curse of a 7am workday.

U.Underwear: My, my these ABCs are getting a bit personal.  Although what else could you put for 'U'? 

V.Veggie’s you dislike: I honestly love all veggies, especially brussel sprouts.

W.Ways/reasons you are late: Indecisiveness.  I'm terrible at making decisions.  What do I wear?  Hair straight or curly?  Which shoes?  Do I need a coat?  Adam refuses to deal with me before 8am.

X.Xrays you’ve had: I've never broken a bone but had enough stress fractures to practically need a new ankle. 

Y.Yummy food you make: I would hope everything, although Adam could be lying.  Last night was Tomatoes, Chicken, Mushrooms and Onions over rice.  Yum, no?

Z. Zoo animals you like: Do dolphins count?  Gosh I miss Sea World.  I suppose penguins, they're fun to

watch walk around.  Or giraffes.

 

Want to hop on in?  Leave a comment!

i hate to brag.

But look at this ADORABLE stationary that I won from Elliven Studio via a giveaway by my bloggerpal Chelsea at Cream & Cotton!

I'm in love and can't wait to use these!

You have to check out Elliven Studio, I've been eyeing this Amy Butler notepad holder:

And this receipt holder, complete with ruffles (sigh, I do love ruffles):

 

b.b.w.f.

I knew it was going to happen.  When we moved to Cleveland.  Adam loves this sport way too much.  And I wouldn't be allowed to sit on the sidelines enjoying a nice cocktail while I cheered him on for too long.

But seriously, we've only been here for four weeks and already I'm signed up for a volleyball league.

I should preface this by saying that I can honestly say that since about 7th grade I have attempted to play volleyball two times.  Once was in a pool with one of those K-mart special blow up balls.  So I guess that's not 'technically' volleyball but I considered myself a pro.  The other time, I attempted to join Adam and some of his friends in a pick-up game of beach volleyball.  First, I hit the ball completely sideways since I had no clue how to properly hit a volleyball.  And then something along the lines of this happened:

Pretty typical for me.  I tend to daze off a bit when playing sports that don't involve my immediate participation.  Needless to say, volleyball + me = better left on opposite sides of that mosquito netting that surrounds all those courts.

But I managed to get myself suckered into playing on the 'bad but we're fun' team that Adam's dad put together.  Luckily it's a 'beer league' team of people who haven't played before, so I was thinking I might actually have a shot.  But I'd be lying if I said I was nervous leading up to our first game last night.  Especially after Adam and I had a makeshift practice the other day and I nearly took out my neighbor's front window.  It was not looking good for me.

Surprisingly I made it through our first game last night with minimal injuries.  I managed to return mostof the balls hit near me.  And watched others sail right past my head while I stood there with a blank look on my face.  My crowning moment was while attempting to serve the ball - do you know how big a volleyball court is?  They have to be kidding to think that I can actually hit it that far.  My first serve lobbed up a bit and then landed nicely in the sand...on our side of the court.  FAIL.  My second attempt went a bit haywire and almost hit the ref/officiant/guy with the whistle/I have no idea what they're called in volleyball guy in the head.  FAIL.  My third attempt I somehow summoned the force and managed to not only not injure anyone, but served the ball over the net and in bounds!  I was quite proud, grinning ear to ear like an idiot.

I suppose I didn't do too terribly for my first attempt at the game, but obviously there is a bit more I need to learn.  Like how to jump in sand, and spike the ball.  I almost had a small altercation with the net at the end when I attempted to return a ball that dropped right over the net.  Apparently, 5'3" people are not made for this game.

I'm actually looking forward to our next game on Sunday - although it'd be nice if these bruises on my arms went away - I look like I joined a fight club.

makeshift laundry basket?

As much as I appreciate Adam's creativity, I really am happy that our real laundry basket will be arriving today along with the rest of our furniture and stuff.

nourish your inner goddess GIVEAWAY winner!

Thanks to everyone who participated in my first giveaway - there will be many more to come and I'm super excited!! And now, for the winner of our 'nourish your inner goddess' spa kit...

WREN from Wren's Ramblings! 

 

I was provided with a Yoplait 'Nourish Your Inner Goddess' Gift Pack along with product samples and information from Yoplait via MyBlogSpark.  I was not compensated financially for this post.

here we go again.

Tomorrow begins the final stage of our moving saga.  I was lucky enough to score a relocation deal with my company, so not only are the movers actually MOVING our stuff, but they're packing it too!  Which will most definitely result in weeks and weeks of unpacking because I'll have no idea where anything is.  I may be a bit of a control freak, but I just like to do things myself!

As happy as I am that we won't be sporting our 'college' look in our house anymore, (although very thankful for the borrowed furniture), I'm dreading this.  Dreading having a mess in the apartment.  Dreading the aggravation I'm going to feel looking at the piles upon piles of 'crap'.  We have so much stuff, too much stuff.  And most of all, I'm dreading going back.  Back to our house in Columbus.

I love that house.  I really didn't want to leave it.  It was my first home and it was supposed to be mine for much longer than it was.

I know that the trees will be blooming in the backyard, full of flowers and life.  The sunroom will have beams of sunlight shining through, just inviting us to sit and stay awhile.  My reading chair, so carefully placed in front of a window, just waiting.  I love it.

But it's not ours anymore, and life goes on.  On to the next adventure...cramming a houseful of stuff, into a 2 bedroom apartment.

how does 30% off at LOFT sound?

Fabulous to me...now I can go get some of my coworkers' finds!  Enjoy :)

guys deserve a wedding registry too.

Everytime I see this commercial I crack up.  And thank God that Bed Bath & Beyond does not sell beer.