Tremendous Blondette

and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day.

I started a post today that you won’t read here. I’ve thought about writing a book, but never started — until today. When I started the post I was at Tammi’s kitchen table. I’d just created culinary genius in the form of a perfectly blended and foamed cappuccino and was getting a little tired. I’d been thinking about a time in my life that taught me lessons that have helped me achieve success in my career. It actually dawned on me when I was waiting for my car to be repaired. It’s not a Jetta, which is what I thought I’d get when I got out of school and got a job. I also thought I’d live in a loft and look at me now! I’m all suburbanized in my townhouse.

You hit a point when writing a blog post where you ask yourself, is this too long?  Long story short, I had a post that was longer than anything people would want to read online. I had also just finished Chelsea Handler’s memoir “My Horizontal Life” so I was in a writing mood. Reading a memoir always does that to me.

So, Jettas and Lofts takes on yet another meaning in my life.

What is it with me and washing machines?

off to try the valve again. stupid rusty valve. I just wanted to replace a leaky hose.

Personal space. Take a moment. Think about what it means to you and how it feels. It’s nice right? It’s nice to be able to turn around in the aisle of a store and not worry that you are going to accidentally cop a feel, touch a cut, or contract Swine Flu.

I really like not being trapped by strangers. Lately, it feels like everywhere I go, I get trapped. Kids are huge culprits and I blame their parents for not teaching them to back the fuck off of people. You know what? I WAS HERE FIRST. You wait your turn Snotty1 and Snotty2. And why is it that people feel the need to drag all of their children with them on excursions? I’m not talking about your ordinary grocery store or Target where it might make sense, I’m talking about places like Lowe’s. Why the fuck would a kid want to go to Lowe’s? Maybe I’m overly sensitive, but I find it irritating when I have to give kids a dirty look. ME. AND I’M NICE.

Please also note, Snotty1 and Snotty2 aren’t just 2-7 year olds- we’re talking kids who are way old enough to know limits and have some manners. You know what? If you know exactly what you want or it’s imperative that you be right up on me, at least say “excuse me.”At least let me know you have some cognition of the fact that you are trespassing on my most sacred personal space.

mmm. Also known as the first thing I cooked (other than frozen pizza) at my new house.

You’re looking at scrambled egg whites and 2% sharp cheddar cheese on a bed of sauteed red peppers, red onion, and roma tomato.

Also, if’ you don’t know what “Second Breakfast” means; you’re not nerdy enough to be my friend. Poor you.

mmm.

You need to see my breakfast closeup. You're welcome.

Because I believe in doing things in 3's.

Change color in the Fall that is. So, why not me?

(I’m still telling everyone I’m a blonde. Cuz I am. Naturally.)

Happy, but you can't see the color so I had to try another camera- you can see the cut though. Enjoy.

See, I'm not lying. I really did change it. And I'm pale.

Tonight, Tammi got married.

One tradition that got cut (other than the dances, the use of flowers, and the garter and bouquet toss) was the honorary toast by the best man and the maid of honor. This was my first time acting as a maid of honor (I’ve been a bridesmaid on two occasions) so the toasting would have fallen to me.

I thought it would be nice to toast the couple right here on my blog.

To Tammi and Steve who know that a relationship leads you down many roads.  That the roads may take you away from each other but hopefully bring you back to each other and where you need to be – just like driving in the country. To hope, faith, and enduring love. To the courage to try again. To the trust to try again. To acceptance; of each other, of love, and of a new life together as husband and wife. And to the color pink.

Tammi and Steve Whitcomb first kiss as husband and wife. awww.

Pre-wedding chill time with the girls

Tammi and April pose for the cameras looking happy, happy, happy!

I decided to try my hand at National Novel Writing Month. Oh shit yo. Anyway, I’m gonna try it. I have this nifty laptop, a nice spacious home, and something inside of me that enjoys making crap up. Oh, and I also only have one channel on TV right now and a lot of unpacking to avoid.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/

I suppose I should be working on my novel instead of writing this, huh?