Non-existant rain irritates me.

•June 27, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Guhhh. I really don’t like Nebraska weather. And stupid weather people who make me stay late at work even though there is no severe weather anywhere near us.

I have decided that I want to move somewhere warm. Not hot, just pleasantly warm. I can do without the snow. And the constant tornadoes. Hmm…maybe an ocean nearby? That would be delicious. Mountains would be good too. Can we say California, anyone? Darn them and their high cost of living.

I applied for this awesome job in Sausilito, which is a little island off of San Francisco… I know I will never get it (it’s been well over a week and I have heard nothing 😦 ) but I wanted to send it. Because then I can officially say that I applied for a job in California. It was some media position working with Alcatraz (how awesome would that be?!) and helping with their media and audio tours. Now I need to decide where else I would enjoy to move, and submit random resumes there. Carolina would be nice. I’ll scope out the area when I’m there in a few weeks.

However California would just be so magnificent.  Amelia and I could then fulfill our dream of owning our coffee/smoothie house/boat/studio.  Yes, you all heard me.  Think how amazing it would be to have this all on a boat?!  We have a client, we say “Meet us at our studio!” and then we just offer them coffee and smoothies while we take the studio out on the ocean.  Then we take awesome and inspiring pictures with the backdrop of the Golden Gate bridge.  And then when we arrive back, we can offer nice passer-bys the joy of our wonderful chocolate and vanilla chai mixed smoothie.  Ahhh yes, that needs to happen one day.

Yay for being like 12 days from my vacation! Haha, I think Amelia is a bad influence on me. Ever since meeting her my traveling desires have skyrocketed. I’ve always WANTED to travel, but I never had anyone who would just want to up an go with me. Now I haven’t been out of the state since March (oh Missouri doesn’t count) and I’m thinking I might die. Haha, normally I would go years without an exciting vacation. Hehe. I love my Amelia.

I’ve been reading blogs and watching videos about this Filene’s Basement sale. I am so excited…but I do think we are going to be lucky to emerge with anything less than a bruise or two. We need to come up with costume ideas…I figure we can go all out, because no one knows us in Baltimore. Hahaha.

So sigh. I found my dream shoes that would go along just perfectly with the dream dress. Either of these would be the perfect shoe. I think I need to start looking at the prices BEFORE looking at the pictures, since these shoes would be more than my half of the rent. For a couple months. But aren’t they just yummy looking?! Such a treat to my toes I think. The gold would be overly elegant to complement the dress, however the pink would just be oh so very fun. Both are oh so very Cassie. If only they were not so expensive. And from Italy. I’ve come to notice that I tend to like exotic things. That are handmade. And expensive.

I hope Adam realizes what he is in for.


THE dress.

•June 26, 2008 • Leave a Comment

So my wonderful bridesmaid and I have decided to take a trip to New York City and brave the chaos that is the Running of the Brides. Google it. You’ll see we are insane.

Before we embark on this life altering event, we are going to the upscale and posh Kleinfeld Bridal, where the dream dress is located. The dream dress has no price on the website, only the dreaded dollar signs of doom, and the $$$ next to its picture signify that it is priced anywhere from $5,001 on up. So the dream dress will not happen, but a picture of me in the dream dress will. And we will come up with a nice elaborate story about why we are not purchasing it and dress like we look like we should be allowed into the store. It will be marvelous.

They do not allow pictures at Kleinfeld, but we will somehow manage one in the dress. It is THE dress, after all. Granted, it will not be on my body on my wedding day and I will not have the amazing pictures I have dreamt about of me in it, but it is THE dress.

And then we will have mounds and mounds of unforgettable fun and bruises from the Running of the Brides, and I will hopefully walk away conscious, breathing, with useable video footage and holding the second dress of my dreams. That will only cost me a mere $249, $499 or $699. Granted we will be brain dead after surviving in the back of an SUV in a parking lot in Baltimore all night long (no hotel for us!) with various random foods and Red Bulls from the 24 hour Wal-Mart. But I shall emerge with a dress. And hopefully a still conscious and intact bridesmaid. And life-partner. Haha. (We WILL fool the rental car facilities with our fake marriage! Damn extra driver fees!)

This is the dress. See how wonderful and jaw-droppingly amazing it is? Think of the pictures that can emerge from wearing this dress. The dress alone will take away from any flaws that my overly flawed body has. It is everything I have ever dreamed or imaged in a wedding dress. If only it wasn’t hand made in Israel. And sold exclusively at a small store in New York City. And didn’t have a price tag of $5,001 and up. Sigh.

And so it begins…

•June 26, 2008 • Leave a Comment

So I’m sitting at work and I figure, almost a year and a half into my engagement, and another year and 4 months to go, that I might as well start this blogging thing.  Perhaps it will make this “planning” all the more real…because believe it or not, I’m actually getting married.  Wtf.  It hasn’t sunk in yet really, so maybe this will help point me in the right direction.

So I’ve had a year and a half so far of so-called “planning time”.  In most people’s worlds, I should have my wedding pretty much mapped out…yeah not so much.  In all actuality I have booked a photographer and…well that’s pretty much it.

Back when the wedding was October 18, 2008 I had a couple other things planned…ok so I had a mere two other things planned that were really of no importance, hence why the wedding is now in 2009.  Oh well, another year to actually plan I suppose…no more school getting in the way.  So we can pretend that this past year meant…well, nothing in terms of engagement.  Ha.

Note to self- Get ahold of those few vendors I’ve already booked and tell them it is now for the next year.