Lateshoes

I can’t stop listening to Metric. I really wish that Chubby Bunny could add some keyboards to our schtick. Too bad Angie and I can’t stand playing with other people. Sigh.

Yesterday Tawnya and I took Angie to the airport (she’s visiting her brother in Arizona) and then picked up my so-fucking-awesome wedding dress. I wish all clothes could make me feel like that.

In other wedding planning news…I’m getting to that point where I just want it to happen. I don’t want to miss it, but I really really want to stop worrying about it.
My current “to do” list looks like this:
1. pick out rings then order them cheaper via the internet
2. Lars’ tux
3. finish organizing and burning music
– pre ceremony
– ceremony
– reception
sync on the ipod and burn onto cd’s for back up.
4. pay for the cake
5. finalize flowers (and reception table layout)
6. get some fancy panties
7. get a hair cut (maybe some highlights, cos I’m a gay man trapped in a chubby girl’s body)
8. Jewelry! and crap…maybe something to fancy up the veil comb
9. Make up! (Have test run make up done by that super hot transexual at the MAC counter, ask for eyebrown grooming tips).
10. find / buy a steamer (Steamer really sounds dirty…but, you know what I mean).
11. find a sweet present for mom
12. rent a car
13. get Stanley groomed
14. get some ties for the groomsmen
15. get marriage license (be glad that we are not first cousins or underage, cos that might take some extra time in line).
16. make reservations someplace for the rehearsal dinner.
17. make and send rehearsal invites.

1. Snickers (King size, biatch!)
2. pancakes
3. Granite bakery strawberry cream cheese cake with bavarian cream filling
4. Fettucini alfredo
5. chocolate ice cream
6. mashed potatoes with lots of butter and sour cream
7. a blueberry / cream cheese danish
8. Papa Murphey’s veggie delite pizza
9. Peanut butter cookie dipped in chocolate from Gormandie’s bakery
10. Really buttery popcorn at the movies
11. eggs benadict with home fried potatoes and lots of sauce.
12. Chili rellano/ enchilada with rice and beans from Casa Sanchez
13. bacon cheese burger with fries from Crown
14. Spinachi from Tucci’s
15. strawberry la creme with chocolate chips
16. rasberry smoothie
17. chocolate covered strawberries
18. Dove chocolate ice cream bar
19. chocodiles
20. chicken and dumplins

Wedding Countdown: 44 days

Yesterday I pulled my head out of my Battlestar Galactica/ Harry Potter obsessed ass just long enough to read that Charisma Carpenter (from Buffy & Angel) and Steve Guttenburg are going to join the second season cast of Veronica Mars.
God, I love t.v.

4 years ago, to the day, you and I were arranging our very first date. You called me after work and we decided that we both kind of wanted to see Moulin Rouge. During the movie we both sat perfectly still. We didn’t hold hands, which is funny given that we have held hands through every movie we’ve seen together since.
After the movie we walked to your car (Ahhh, I really miss when we had transportation) and talked for a while. I think I told you the story about Tawnya and I getting trapped in that perfume selling cult for a couple of days…you know, the story that ends with the entire crazy-money cult jerks chanting, “titties! titties! titties!” Anyway, I told that charming story and then we kissed… our very first kiss in the middle of the Century 16 parking lot.
These four years have been some of the best in my life. You are my very dearest friend and truly the best person I know. I can’t wait to marry you in 46 days.
I love you.

the future Mrs. Vegetable Medley

P.S. Spell check doesn’t recognize the word, “titties!” How prude.

Yeah, I’m just watching some Star Trek at Tawnya and Angie’s house on a Saturday night. I spent most of the day doing laundry at the Laundromat. It sucked a duck.

Now, I’m just chillin. Let’s see if Tawnya’s computer has any fun pictures on it shall we? Nope. Not a one. Lame.

This episode of Star Trek is the one with the Liberace looking guy who fucks with Kirk, but then you find out that he’s just a little kid in the end. Every one looks sweatier than usual.

Internet at home = trippy.

Ok, this computer is making my lap sweat. I was going to take some time to fuck with dudes via the internet, but the sweaty lap is totally thwarting me.

I made things grow and look Mom, there’s bee harvesting the sweet, sweet nectar. Ahh the circle of life. I’m so glad that I’m like giving something back.

I think the biggest problem with “diets” or “lifestyle changes” as we’re calling them now is that they force you to think about food much more than you ever would.
I should be honest and say that I have never stuck to a diet for more than a day in my entire life…until now. (There’s nothing like 90 people staring at your fat ass in a strapless dress to give you a jump start).
It helps that friends (Shannon and Kelly!! WORD!) and Lars are all doing it with me. I’ve already avoided, chocolate ice cream, yummy bread, candy, more ice cream and yet again some even yummier bread. I was even home alone with said ice cream and did not indulge.
As a dedicated lover of food, the most difficult aspect of this has been making better choices and impulse control. Do I want the chocolate truffle cake? Yes, yes I do. Do I have to have it? …. eh, I guess not.
Until now I’ve never realized how many fucking crazy issues I have with food. I really, truly love food. I love it like people. Mashed potatoes…I love them like people. Peanut butter cookies dipped in chocolate…you’re my peeps! I don’t think I ever found this “love” unhealthy before (and I don’t mean physically unhealthy). Gah…I’m creeping myself out.
The biggest issue I’m struggling with right now mentally is my chubby girl pride. I feel a little like a bit of a sell out, but honestly I’m getting older and I don’t really have much of a choice. While I love my curves…I love my lack of diabetes and heart disease even more. I’d also like to feel comfortable wearing pants.
(hissssssssssssssssss….pants….hisssssssssssss)

I won’t bore you with how pathetic I was last night. Let’s just say that I woke up to my cell phone alarm playing “Under the Boardwalk” and Angel on TNT. Stan and I slept on the futon and I’m not sure but I think both of our backs are paying for it. I will say that while reading The Half Blood Prince couldn’t put me to sleep, a 9 hour NYPD Blue marathon totally did the trick.

Allow me a moment to brag about keeping to my stupid diet yesterday even though my front-stabby little friends ate fucking ice cream right in front of me. FUCKING ICE CREAM….chocolate! Don’t mind me, I’ll just slurp on one of my sugar-free/ taste free frozen water pops.

Lars left this morning for a three day river trip in southern Utah. It’s a work thing. He left this morning, of all mornings. The morning that would see me in a creepy, semi-abandoned looking health sciences building, having strangers jerk my head around while wearing a modified scuba mask with an infrared video camera monitoring my eyeball. The morning I contracted to really, once and for all start my diet. (I’m sugar crashing so hard right now)
I miss him. I’m pathetic.
Just wait until tonight when all the doors are locked and no matter how tired I am, I won’t be able to turn off the television even though I’m reading Harry Potter. The sadly comforting glow will be all Stan and I have to keep us company tonight. Of course we’ll have each other, but he’ll miss Lars as much as I do…and we’ll both be too busy wallowing in our own sad-sack-ery to comfort one another.
Meh.