Sunday, February 27, 2011

Still Sick

I still can't talk normal. I've taken today to just relax and try to get better, but if my voice isn't back tomorrow, I don't know if I can go to work.

Chris bought me won-ton soup and a new case of water and we watched The Hound of the Baskervilles, with Basil Rathbone. For those of you not up to date on movies from the thirties, it's a Sherlock Holmes flick about a mysterious hound that haunts a family, cursing the males to a tragic death.

I just took Nyquil. I expect to start being loopy in about twenty minutes. That stuff knocks me on my ass. Before that happens and I start writing ridiculous ramblings on my blog, I'll go ahead and sign off for the night. Goodnight world.

Saturday, February 26, 2011


Rammstein is coming to Oracle Arena on May 18th. We sat in front of the laptops at 10am this morning waiting for tickets to go on sale. Finally, we got seats. $121 for two, even after fees. Yay!
Just found out that our wedding date is the same as Hugh Heffner! I don't know if that's good luck or bad luck, but since there's no scientific evidence backing up the existence of luck, I don't believe in it anyway. Congrats to the Heff!


I post things that might offend people everyday. Posts about my iPhone being better than other smart phones. Posts about the 49ers pwning teams like the Seahawks. Posts about Democratic ideals that put people in front of corporate interest. Posts about my favorite bands or who gets to win a Grammy. If I see someone post something I disagree with, if I cant be civil, I don't comment. I never go on someone else's page and tell then the thing they post is shoving their view down my throat. That would be ridiculous; I have a choice to look away. But as soon as I post anything about religion, all of a sudden people come out of the wood work to show me the error of my ways. Jesus Christ, that's stupid.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Happy birthday to me

If I felt good enough, I'd try to find a place for birthday sushi with my friends Yazzy and Jimmy, Mo and Lindsay, but I've come down with something. I'm taking dayquil and going to work anyway because I don't want my boss to think I'm just taking the day off for my birthday and because I need the money. I'm starting to feel better, really. *cough*
I was asked this morning while buying said cough syrup whether or not I was 18. Nice! I've still got it.
Tonight I think I'll relax and clean the apartment. Happy birthday to me. Chris does the laundry, that's a present enough. It doesn't look like his folks are going to make it up here for dinner with the polar wind cold snap coming in. Predicted snow in San Francisco tonight? We'll see...
I'm sick but I'm pretty. I'm poor but I'm kind. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me.

Wow this dayquil sure does strange things to my head...

Monday, February 21, 2011

Dream Bride

Update: I've decided against registering with Williams-Sonoma and Pottery Barn. Even the people I know that can afford the extremely over-priced stuff I've seen in their catalogs, I would never be so rude to assume they would want to. Just sayin'.

I went to the Dream Wedding exposition at Cal Expo this weekend. My mom took me, and we had a blast. We got a ton of info from party rentals, florists, salons, etc. My mom decided I should register at Pottery Barn and Williams-Sonoma. I have already started registries at Target and BB&B but might drop the latter. We'll see.
My mom is now in contact with my friends about my shower, which will be on May 7th. The rest of the details are in her hands; I don't want anything to do with planning it. She's also securing a bachelorette event for me. Perhaps a suit where me and my homies and sisters can party the night before.
I've decided that I'm going to get swatches of plaid cloth in Chris's tartan color to center on each table. White table cloths with a simple centerpiece and solid color green an blue napkins, alternating the colors.
I've decided how each toast will be introduced and who will be ushering, where I'll be before the wedding and how the guests will be directed to the reception from the outdoor area. Everything is falling into place. My mom and little sister are doing flowers and my mom already has some leads on more material. I should set up the mani-pedi appointment for the day before. I'm thinking that I should invite all three of my moms. That would be fun.
I feel like a princess. This wedding planning stuff is getting fun again now that it's not so overwhelming. I'm looking forward to cake tasting soon!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

4 months, 1 day, 23 hours and 15 minutes

That's the time left on my iPhone wedding countdown app at the time I started writing this blog entry.

Every so often, a feeling rises up from my stomach to my chest, almost like anxiousness or excitement (or all of that at once) and I think, "Oh my god. I'm getting married. I'm really getting married and it's just a few months away holyshitbreathebreathebreathe."

I was not the kind of girl that planned her wedding in her head from the time she was little. I suppose that's why I waited until 27 to get married instead of being married twice by this age like some of the people I went to high school with, who chased that dream down all the wrong places. I even said, "Why would anyone spend so much on a wedding dress? They'll only wear it once?" Yes! Yes, I'll only wear it once, but it's so gorgeous! I look like a princess and Chris is going to be amazed when he sees me walk down the aisle! It's the best dress in the world!

Chris and I don't really have a song. I've never seen the point of having a song with a person. There's a lot of love songs out there. If I made every song that made me think of Chris "our song" we would have 100 "our songs." Then, when I slip in a Dave Matthews Band CD one morning, I hear a song I have to ask Chris to dance to at our wedding. he said he'll think about it, but I literally got teary-eyed on the way to work listening to it. And so now I'm one of those girls.

Here's the lyrics:

I remember thinking

I'll go on forever only knowing

I'll see you again

But I know

The touch of you is so hard to remember

But like that touch I know no other

And for sure we have danced

In the risk of each other

Would like to dance

Around the world with me

I'll be falling all about my own thing

And I know your the heaviest weight

When your not here that's hung

Around my head

And your lips burn wild

Thrown from the face of a child

And in your eyes

The seeing of the greatest few

Do what you will, always

Walk where you like, your steps

Do as you please, I'll back you up

I remember thinking

Sometimes we walk

Sometimes we run away

No matter how fast we are running

Somehow we keep

Somehow we keep up with each other

I'll be falling all about my own thing

And I know your the heaviest weight

When your not here that's hung

Around my head

And your lips burn wild

Thrown from the face of a child

And in your eyes

The seeing of the greatest few

Do what you will, always

Walk where you like, your steps

Do as you please, I'll back you up.

So now I cry at sweet love songs and lose my breath looking at my dress. I romantically imagine our wedding day and my heart skips a beat when I think of spending the rest of my life with Chris. I have become cliché...And am loving every minute of it.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Trying on Dresses

Today was a good day. I went to my sister's house to do make up, just to see how I wanted her to do it for my wedding. I brought Chris's mom's dress to see if we could talk to her tailor and figure out what I wanted to do with it. It would have been a lot. I liked the idea that it was vintage and the lace added to the effect, but I would have had to get rid of the sleeves, alter the torso, take off the neck and a number of other things that probably would have been as much as buying a new dress.

I knew I wanted to try some more dresses on before I got the other one tailored so me and my sister went to David's Bridal near the Galleria. I didn't think anything would look good on me. I still need to lose weight and I hate how clothes, especially dresses, accentuate areas that I would rather hide. I am very self-conscious about strapless dresses because I think they make my shoulders look bulky, so I knew those were out, even though they are the most common kind of wedding dress right now.

I don't much like the ruffling and scrunching that I've seen in a lot of wedding dresses. You know, the kind where it looks like they grabbed a toga and wrapped it into a dress and pinned it up a bunch of places? Not for me. I didn't want anything layered at all. Not even the littlest bit. I also didn't want anything that was that smooth, white, stiff, prom-dressy, shiny material that is so popular.

I ended up with a smooth, white, strapless with layers near the waist. It's gorgeous. I will post a picture because I already sent Chris a picture before I had chosen it as "My Dress" and I don't really believe in bad luck. If Chris stumbles upon this blog and sees the same picture I sent him, too bad. So here's my dress:




So there it is. :)

Friday, February 11, 2011

Fro Yo! Yo...

After Chris bought me Chipotle he took me to Cultivé for some yummy fro yo. I accidentally had quite a lot. There was green tea, classic tart, kiwi strawberry and cake batter flavors that I wanted to try. I think I over-did it. I feel like a cow. Boy was it yummy, though.

Chris is battling my laptop. It's at least five years old and I've dropped it twice to the detriment of two power cords. Recently, the power cord near the input began separating, so chris bought me a new cord. Problem is, it didn't charge, but kept the battery from draining. We thought it was the wrong wattage, but now the old power cord isn't working as well. Sigh.

These are my Friday nights nowadays. Exciting, isn't it? If much less happened to me, I wouldn't have anything to blog about!

Anywho. If you're in Davis, check out Cultivé. That are delish.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I Can't Help But Blog About This

After class tonight, I walked outside where some of my classmates were talking. There was a skinny, blond chick with glasses, smoking a cigarette and using "fuck" every few words while talking to two other chicks and a guy (they all seem pretty young to me so I feel weird calling them women and men so I'm using chick and guy). I was adjusting my light on my forehead (I rode my bike to class, have to have a light to ride at night) and would have said goodnight and walked off, but this chick caught my attention. The conversation between the four went pretty much like this:

Blonde chick: So, he sent out an email saying we couldn't fuckin speak any English before or after class in the classroom? Fuck. I didn't get any email.

Guy: He sent it out to everyone.

Other Chick: It's on your school email. Mine's linked to my regular email so I always get it. Did you connect your emails?

Blonde Chick: Yeah, but I don't fuckin check my fuckin email, haha. Fuck.

At this point I want to write facepalm on her wall but I realize I'm IRL.

Blonde chick: Well, fuck. No speaking at all in the classroom. I bet it's because it makes him super fuckin uncomfortable not to know what we're fuckin saying.

Guy: Yeah, like maybe he thinks we're calling him a moron or making fun of him.

Me (Because at this point I HAD to interject as the guy started mimicking the teacher smiling and signing, implying that he is happy only because he's ignorant to what this student thinks we might be saying in English during class): You know, he's been a student before, I'm sure he's not wondering at all what we're saying.

I chuckle. Others chuckle with me. End of that conversation.

I can't believe someone would be so ignorant and still take an ASL class. To think he gives a shit about our stupid conversations or whether we like him or not. Not even a Hearing teacher is going to care about that!! The point is that it's a LANGUAGE class. You're not going to learn sign by speaking English. The quicker this person either figures that out or drops the class, the better, but something's gotta change because they still haven't found the cure for stupid.

That's all.

Rough Week

I love my job. I really do. I get all kinds of support, I'm free to ask all the questions I want, I have an incredible team that is willing to be patient with me while I learn the ins and outs of the place, but there are still some weeks where I feel like I've done things I should absolutely already know like the back of my hand. Am I hard on myself? Probably. But I can't even really talk about it because it's a confidential field. Siiigh.

I have class tonight. Last night I went to a Deaf event. I didn't hear my classmates discussing their arrival time being 6:30 the previous night, so I almost left before they got there. I had been sitting at Market Square surrounded by people signing a language that I have a 20 word vocabulary for. It was as bad as going to Paris and trying to buy plums (a story I'll tell someday, but it's still too soon, bro).

I didn't meet any Deaf people. Our teacher said we didn't have to because we're only in ASL 1. That's great, because I actually have a hard time meeting new people when I'm not being introduced by someone I already know. I was supposed to look at how Deaf culture is different from mainstream culture and honestly, I couldn't see much of a difference. There were many groups that consisted of people who had Developmental Disabilities and the larger crowd seemed a lot more comfortable around them than people from the mainstream culture. When people sign, they stand about a foot or two farther from the person they're having a conversation with than in mainstream culture, but that's understandable because they're using their hands to talk. I don't know how I'm going to write a whole page on that. "Deaf people in groups on outings are exactly like any other group in America on an outing except for a few minor things. But I already knew that" The end.

I've actually never been to an ice cream social before (which was what this event was) and hardly anyone ate ice cream. It really should have been a Panda Express social because that's what more people ordered. I wonder if I can put that in my paper? Oh, my poor anthropology teacher would be sighing at me right now. I'm just horrible at these kinds of observations.

It's Wednesday! The week is halfway over. I'm done and I'm over it. I can't wait for this weekend. Makeup with my big sis, hanging out, doing wedding stuff. That's going to be fun and I'm looking forward to it.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Super Bowl Badge

So I know I bitched and moaned about 4square in a previous post, but I want the Packers badge. Go NFC is really what it came down to because I hate the Packers and the Steelers pretty much equally, but I gotta rep my 'hood.

They've created something like ten more badges since my last tirade, and at least three of them were universal, so maybe they're trying...Or maybe I'm just trying to find an excuse to start playing again....

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Crosswords and Scrabble Words

As much as I like Words With Friends on my iPhone 4, I still just like to relax with a good old NYT crossword puzzle. Wednesday takes me awhile, but I remember the days when Monday was hard. Hopefully, WwF will be the same way. I have gotten very, very lucky in a few games, but I'm now trying to hone my skills a little bit more. I've played with Linguistics Grad students, read some of the tips from pros, and began vocab building (which is pretty much like regular vocab building, but you run into crazy-ass words like cocafogo). I'm ready. I've beat Chris at least as many times as he beat me and I also beat my friend who spanked me last time (I just barely won, and I wonder if she wasn't going a little easy on me). Of course, I'm still staying to the tried and true strategy of "just throw letters together and hope it's a word" that worked for me for so long. Here's to word hunting!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

I was hungry

So Chris made me a sausage. But he didn't have enough left for him. So he went out for fuds. And while out, he left me this on mah facebooks:

"Ich hab' dich Lieb'"

What a sweety face.

The King's Speech

I honestly didn't think I'd care to sit through an hour and a half of speech therapy lessons for King George. But I did and it was AWESOME. I highly recommend anyone who previously doubted to go see this movie. You won't be disappointed.

Resisting the urge

Today I resisted the urge to check in on foursquare at a pizza place that would have gotten me one step closer to a badge... Just wanted you all to know that.