Wedding want

One would think that finding wedding shoes would be fairly easy. But I think that it has been MORE difficult than finding the actual wedding dress. This is absolutely ridonkulous because NO ONE will even see my wedding shoes unless I show them!

Because my taste in shoes is usually fairly boring, I wanted to branch out for the wedding color-wise. I am really sick of all of my black shoes! And then I saw Chasing Paradise's post on the Caparro’s Whisper Slide.

I suddenly wanted…..no NEEDED polka dot shoes for my wedding. However, nothing that I wanted came in my size (10) and heel length (not too high b/c CP is only three inches taller than me). So frustrating.

Next, I found these adorable shoes from Charles David (the check slide).

Also not found anywhere on the internet in my size. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

I have visited two different Macy’s shoe departments. I have gone to DSW. I have visited numerous other chain shoe stores. Nothing. At this point, I should just wear a pair that I already own and simply not care.

I will be switching into silver flip flops for the reception anyway.

*sigh*

Sidenote: I’m really sad that I have gotten so wrapped up in something as silly as shoes. As cute as both of those shoes are up there, how often would I get to wear them really? I don’t believe in buying shoes and only wearing them once. Thank goodness I haven’t told CP about my quest for cute wedding shoes- he would certainly make fun of me (which would be totally warranted!!).

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So would it be acceptable to wear flip flops under my wedding dress? I’m not too worried about the “flip-flop” sound as the guitarist will be playing as I walk down the aisle anyway. I have to find something with a bigger heel anyway because the ceremony is outdoors on grass. And I know that technically I can wear whatever footwear I want as it is MY wedding day. But would it be weird????

I can’t cut and paste the flip flop picture as the website says that it is copyrighted won’t let me right click on it. But the flip flops are found here.

Thoughts?????

Whatever I do it has to be soon as my dress fitting is in two weeks and I MUST have the shoes I plan to wear by then!!!

To drink or not to drink?

So CP and I currently have friends of ours who are expecting their second baby next month. As with their first baby (born a scant year ago- that’s right- they move FAST), the wife is not allowing her husband to drink while she is pregnant.

I personally feel that is unfair. Men are lucky in that they don’t have to carry around a baby for 9 months, deal with the kicking, the hernias, and whatever else comes with having a baby. However, they are not built to house a baby. So while it might not be fun to be the designated driver for 9 months for the future mother, guess who gets to be the sober driver once the baby is born (as long as you are done breast feeding for the night)??

I have already told CP that the only time I will forbid him to drink is when it is getting close to my due date. You know, because he will be the one to have to drive me to the hospital and all. :-)

Will you forbid your husband to drink while you are pregnant?

Whip it up week #5

This week I decided to make Blueberry Cobbler! The CSA gave us fresh blueberries so why not put them in a yummy dessert??

Ingredients

1 cup all-purpose flour
2 tbs sugar
1 ½ tsp baking powder
½ tsp ground cinnamon
¼ cup butter
2/3 cup sugar
1 tbs cornstarch
¼ cup water
4 cups fresh or frozen blueberries
1 egg
¼ cup milk
Vanilla ice cream

Directions

For topping, in a medium bowl stir together flour, the 2 tbs sugar, baking powder, and if desired, cinnamon. Cut in butter till mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Set aside.

For filling, combine 2/3 cup sugar, cornstarch, water, and blueberries in a saucepan. Cook and stir till thickened and bubbly. Keep filling hot.

In a small bowl stir together the egg and milk. Add to flour mixture, stirring just to moisten. Transfer filling to a 2-quart square baking dish. Using a spoon, immediately drop topping into small mounds atop filling.

Bake cobbler in a 400 oven for 20 to 25 minutes or till a wooden toothpick inserted into topping comes out clean. Serve warm with ice cream.

Difficulty level: Easy

Taste: Great! It wasn't too sweet. The vanilla ice cream was the perfect addition to the dish. CP gobbled it up!

Would I make it again: Definitely. I might cut down on the "topping" part as it is seriously tasty, but at times a bit much if you don't get enough blueberries in the same bite.

Dating Disasters #3

An occasional series of some of the worst dates in my life and/or general disasters with the opposite sex. I am what you would call a “serial monogamist” so I didn’t go on tons of dates, instead choosing the people that I wanted to date carefully and generally dating them for a while. It’s the guys that didn’t last very long that provide the best material (or the ones that I drunkenly kissed).

Dating disaster #3:

My time time on match.com was when I lived in Philadelphia. I didn't tell anyone that I went on the site. One of my first dates was with a guy who said that he was in med school. I didn't actually believe that he was a doctor, but went on the date anyway. During our lunch together, he said that he wanted to go into plastic surgery.

We can go into my views on plastic surgery on another day (and how I was banned from watching Extreme Makeover), but frankly I think that people should work with what they already have. So needless to say, the fact that he wanted to make it his life's work giving people bigger boobs and doing lipo? Didn't make him all that attractive to me.

The icing on the cake? As we parted, we both knew that it would be our one and only date. In the parking lot outside the restaurant, he asked if he could feel my boobs. I refused, incredulous that he would even ask. He went in for the boob feel anyway!!!!!! What a jerk.

The creativity of CP

CP is currently cracking me up at work right now. We have been talking over email today with our officiant (a mutual friend), discussing details of the wedding. Because CP doesn’t like to call the tree/ shrub planting ceremony we plan to have at our wedding a “unity ceremony,” he sent me and the officiant the following email:

Unity Ceremony sounds dopey. Feels like something that was made up in Babysitters Club book.* I'll start the brainstorming:

Celebration of the Wedding Bush (heard this was big in the 70s)
Spreading the Love Seed
Planting Marriage Wood Ceremony (if it’s a tree)
The ancient Japanese Bukake Fertilization Ceremony... everyone stands around the pot and throws fertilizer at the plant...


And yes, I still plan on marrying him!


*On a side note, I used to LOVE the Babysitters Club books! :-)

I have a secret

I have a secret. Despite the fact that this is an anonymous blog, I didn’t tell you guys this for a while.

I joined Weight Watchers while I was down in DC.

Why did I not reveal this earlier? Partly because I wasn’t sure that it was going to work. Partly because I was embarrassed that I thought that I needed a diet program (I know….WW is not a diet. Whatever). Partly because I was embarrassed that after working SO HARD to lose those 20 pounds earlier this year, I quickly gained almost 10 back in my time down in DC. And partly because I wanted to see how the program went before I said anything (aka I wasn’t REALLY ready to start it).

However, I am now ready to tell the world (ummm actually just you guys). :-)

So the first two weeks or so I *might* have gained weight instead of losing weight. Poop.

But I stuck with it, kept going into the meetings and getting embarrassed when the numbers went the wrong way. After two weeks of that? I decided that if I am paying for the damn thing I better start following it! And I HATE being embarrassed.

Since then it’s been only good things. In the last three weeks I have lost 6.8 pounds. I am regularly going to the gym again. I am watching everything that I put into my mouth and recording it. I am making better choices. I am not depriving myself, but making sure that I am smart about it.

AND when I told CP that I had joined? He didn’t laugh as I thought that he would. He asked questions and seemed genuinely interested in my new adventure.

I may not lose all of the weight that I would have liked before the wedding, but my goal is 20 more pounds in the last two months. And after the wedding? I will work on the last 10.

Babies??!!?

Oddly enough, the subject of kids has come up twice in the past week!

The first time was a conversation between CP and me as we were driving to our night dive this past weekend. I’m not sure how the conversation came about, but we started talking about having kids. Ever since I had the conversation with my friend back in DC, it had been in the back of my mind, but I was too focused on the wedding to really talk about it too much with CP (and basically tell him that I was probably going to be ready fairly soon). To my surprise, CP immediately came out and said that he wants to have kids sooner than later as he doesn’t want to be too old. And I agree with him- my friends have sufficiently scared me enough regarding the warnings that come when you have babies at 35 years old or older. Come December I will be 31. Having babies soon simply because we don’t want to be old is NOT the only reason though. We both have stable jobs. Hopefully in a year we will be moving back to our west coast city where we will NEVER move from.

CP and I will have been together for four years the day before our wedding. :-) So while I had said in the past that I would want to be a newlywed for a couple of years before jumping on the baby train, I’m not sure I feel that way anymore. Since CP and I live together and share a joint credit card/joint checking account (we both have separate cards & checking accounts too) we already have figured out that aspect of our relationship. We aren’t the romantic, lovey-dovey couple so the “newlywed” title might not mean anything to us??

I personally would like to wait to start trying until AFTER our move out west. To me, trying to move a baby across the country with all of our stuff would be a nightmare.

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The second conversation happened last night when my aunt stopped by on the way back down to NYC. While we were out to dinner, we somehow got on the topic of babies.* Randomly we started talking about IVF and what we would do as a couple if we couldn’t have kids “the normal way.” I personally don’t think that there is a problem with IVF. I don’t know much on the topic and haven’t done any research (hopefully I never have to), but CP thinks that maybe it wouldn’t be the right way to go. My aunt agreed, saying that she has a friend writing a book about the side effects of IVF on the mother (I’m guessing there are issues because they have to inject you with hormones for a couple months).

CP and I did have a casual conversation about whether we would adopt or not if we weren’t able to have kids. The gist was that we probably wouldn’t adopt….and would just have a bunch of Fuzzy Britches and be able to take trips all over the world every year! :-)

What would you do if you couldn’t have kids “the normal way”? Would you go through IVF? Would you adopt?

*Unlike some people, she didn’t jump to the next relationship question (aka “when are you guys going to start having kids?”).

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On a side note, I can’t believe that I am talking about babies. Seriously. I mean, lately I have been feeling more comfortable around kids (i.e. not running away from them as soon as I see them), but to contemplate going off the pill??? (I have been on since 1997- holy crap!) To contemplate wanting to gain weight?? Sigh. I AM getting old!