I wanted to do a cute post today with some Pinspiration I’ve gathered for our engagement pictures buuut Pinterest has been a real jerk lately and I can’t see any of my secret boards via computer. Real cute Pinterest, this better get fixed. If I lose all of my wedding pins heads. will. roll.
So instead you get ramblings. You could consider yesterday’s post “ramblings” as well but, I do what I want around here and I’ve got a lot on my mind. I’m not saying they are all important things, mind you, but here’s some word vomit from my mind throughout the day.
The best kind of days are the ones when I get to work before or stay later than everyone else and am able to belt out show tunes at the top of my lungs. (Currently happening). It really starts and ends the day on the right foot, you know? Oh, you don’t like show tunes? You are missing out and I feel sorry for you.
(I do like other forms of music, really, even though I mainly reference show tunes. They just happen to be at the top of the list.)
Why is having acting like you are a mature adult, like, a thing in certain situations? It’s really against my nature to not say whatever I’m thinking at 100% of the time. I don’t like you. I don’t want to deal with you. Please go away before I lose control and act on these feelings raging inside me.
I was going to participate in the “boys behind the blog” link up today so I kindly asked the fiancé to answer the provided questions. Here’s what I received back…
…then I said he was boring and un blog worthy, but here I am posting them anyways so I guess the laugh’s on me. Sorry if you fell asleep…he does actually have a personality. Just blog shy, I suppose. I’ve actually started a list of sh*t he says so I can post them all here one day and embarrass him to death. I can’t wait! (Also, can we talk about how this man can’t remember what he got me for Valentine’s Day? I mean really, that was like a week ago. Oh, and the cheese in answer number one? Melts my heart and totally not a line, he really is that sweet.)
On a similar note, I love embarrassing people or putting people in awkward situations on purpose. There’s a sick pleasure I get out of it similar to the pleasure referenced yesterday when organizing. Except more public. Poor fiancé is often right in the middle of these situations (like right now), and I’m not sure why he hasn’t run for the hills.
A WORLD THAT’S FULL OF HAPPINESS, THAT I HAVE NEVER KNOOOOWN
Can’t not sing that part, sorry.
Does your pony tail holder, holding your “day old” (err dirty) hair, ever just break out of no where? That happened just now and I could punch a baby I’m so mad. Literally, I was sitting here with my fingers on the keyboard. Why? Now there is dirty hair everywhere with no way to be tamed.
Have you ever realized that you are in a competition with someone without knowing it/having any desire to be? I feel like this is a constant theme in my life right now. It’s a very awkward thing to realize. Like now I don’t know how to act because, as I said yesterday I’m not a competitive person, like at all. One part of me wants to hug these people and say “it’s ok, you are special just the way you are” and the other part of me wants be like..
I’ve been blogging for over a month now with no desire to quit, so I decided to invest in a blog design. Super excited to work with Yammering Yankee on this.
I’m going to one of those magical-cleaning-rag parties tonight and I’m ashamed to admit I’m a little excited. I’m banking on free wine, really. But wait, I’m doing that 7 day slim down so I guess I shouldn’t. On that note…
Diets suck. End of story. This is the most miserable week of my life, no doubt. Most likely because I’m that person who will do something just because someone tells her she can’t. And I just really like food. And diet coke. I ate a (honestly, very small) piece of pizza today because one of my coworkers BROUGHT IT INTO THE OFFICE WE SHARE when she knows I’m doing this thing. Rude. My photographer also decided to move this weekend and pushed our pictures to Sunday so I have to do this blasted thing for a day more than planned.
Welcome to what goes on in my brain on the daily.