Millie K

Bethany:  You could have your wedding reception at Chuck E. Cheese’s.  It would definitely be original.

Me:  And probably cheap.

Bethany:  Exactly.  Not to mention you could win prizes.

Me:  Yeah, instead of wedding favors people can win princess rings.  Hot.

Bethany:  And candy bracelets.  Neato.

Me:  Neat-o.  But, Grant has a SERIOUS fear of mascots, so ole Chucks would have to sit on the sidelines.

Oh well.

anybody want a peanut?

I just sat in front of the tv for a couple hours to get some WAY PROCRASTINATED grading done.  I’m only officially responsible for the grades of one 6-student class, but lawd, that stuff sure is easy to put off.  I can’t imagine what kind of pile I’d be up against if I had like, 5 classes with 25 a pop.  Oof.

The last time I posted was almost a month ago- when I got engaged! eek!- so I figured I should, you know, breathe a little life into ye olde blog.  Still engaged- eek!- and working on the whole planning of the wedding bit.  I’m pretty proud of myself for getting over the fear of making decisions, heaven forbid, and deciding to put some effort into having a really superfly hitchin.  Mom is being CRAZY helpful, which is amazing since I’m far away and can’t actually go to any of the places we’ve been talking about.  Thanks ma.

Other than that, I’m wrapping up the school year- lots of paperwork and stuff to get through- and hammering out summer plans.  I’m teaching summer school in the mornings, but lawd have mercy, there is a lot going on otherwise.  Training for the triathlon, planning a wedding, making lots of trips for other people’s wedding-related shenanigans, having visitors, finding a new apartment?  Yeah, lots.  Can’t really and truly complain though, because they’re all wonderful things to have to figure out.  I’m happy for me and my peeps- we’re coming into our own, it seems.

Maybe even growing up?  Surely not.

There are approximately 8,437,625 more photos of the festivities on my flickr.

Yesterday G and I participated in the Cover Your Bases pub crawl around Wrigleyville.  (Mucho fotos available on my flickr.) It was mega fun, but now, of course, I am mega tired.  We’re currently discussing breakfast options.  McDonald’s is always tempting in situations like this, but the aftermath can be, shall we say, less than pleasant.  At this point, we’re thinking drive-thru Dunkin (sandwich, not donut) and possibly more Haterade.  I gotta go find me a fancy dress for Sarah and Lark’s rehearsal dinner (eek!) later today, so recovery is even more important than it would be if I had to, say, get work done or something.  Go team.

I generally loathe all ads from American Apparel.  Sure, I’ve been there maybe twice for the occasional basic tight t-shirt or hoodie or potential Halloween costume, but most of the time when I walk by there and see the mannequins’ outfits and ads in the windows, I envision the “models” saying something like this:

(raspy voice)

“Ahhhh look at meeee.  I haven’t felt like taking a shower in five dayssss, but I love laying on the floor like this with my hair in my face and my elbow poking this other dirty person who is emitting the faint odor of butthole.  We’re so raw, except check out our lime green tiiiightsss and stripey leotarrdssss.”

I don’t give a damn if that stuff is made in San Francisco or LA or wherever.  Woop de doo.  Actually, now that I think about it, it’s not the clothing I have a huge problem with I guess- it’s the presentation.

Which leads me to the inspiration for this post.  I just saw an online ad for American Apparel maternity gear. Same vacant-expressioned woman lying all cadywompus on a black background, except this time add in a small human poking about 2 feet out of said woman’s abdomen.

Really?  Because that’s JUST what I have in mind for when I’m preggo.  A bright blue skin-tight unitard (yes, as in one unit of lycra clothing) and fuzzy black legwarmers.  How DID they know?

Sigh.

Not sure from whence that song came.

I’m watching Pride and Prejudice, the looong A&E version, and I tell you what- Mr. Darcy, you just name the time and place honey, and I will let you take me away, Calgon-style.  I am glad though that I don’t have to wear my hair like those ladies did, bc parted straight down the middle with curls on the side would do my cranium zero favors.

Today I spent several hours on the couch watching Top Chef, followed by several hours cleaning the ish out of my apartment.  I hadn’t officially unpacked since spring break, and my sink?  Forgot what the bottom of it looked like.  I got 30 Rock going on my laptop, put on my new hotness torn, paint-splattered shorts, and went to town on the whole place.   Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, den/office, errthang.  I still need to vacuum and wash clothes, but man, it feels good to be ready to start a week with a clean place.

Several weeks ago I cleaned out both of my dressers.  They had gotten stupidly cramped with clothes I was no longer aware that I even owned- and I ended up with 2 bags of clothes to give to the less fortunate.  (My mother is ROLLING HER EYES right now, reliving all those “But are you really going to wear it?”  “Yess, Mom, gah!” conversations.)  Today, in the spirit of spring cleaning/trying to voodoo Mother Nature into getting a grip on herself, I cleaned out my closet as well.  Only half a bag of stuff- but still.  It’s funny to find clothes that I have packed and unpacked time and time again that I haven’t worn in MORE THAN 2 YEARS.  I mean really.

Anyhoo, the apt is clean, the boyf is totally assed out from state swim meet today, the heterosexual life partner is engaged (eek!), and here I sit.  Red wine and dark chocolate in hand, Mr. Darcy on the telly.   Tomorrow I plan to sleep in as long as I can (meaning approximately 6:37) then head to school to get some waaaay late paperwork done.  Hopefully I’ll be out of there in a few hours so I can wash some drawz before Grant’s swim banquet.

Hollerrr.

Grant’s over here, about to have a come-apart trying to get a website to work, and he just declared he’s going to quit The Internet and become a plumber.

I asked him if he planned on twerking the traditional buttcrack, something along these lines:

He said maybe.  Fingers crossed!  Snort.

Anyhoo, I’m surprised I even remembered how to access this here page, it’s been so long.  I don’t really have anything riveting to share, just kinda felt the need to poke this here monster and see if it’s still alive.  I’m still working, still waiting for it to get warm, planning my summer, and training for a sprint triathlon.  Going home for Sarah’s wedding in 2.5 weeks, and I cannot WAIT.  Good excuse to go shopping this weekend too.  I’ll try to get back into some regular bloggage in the near future…until then, I have a very important announcement:

Bob Saget has a new show.  That is all.

I’ve been wanting to jazz up the walls in my bedroom for a while now, especially since I changed the bedspread from understated white and black flowers to HOLY CRAP RED.  I was thinking I’d frame some fancy paper from one of the cute boutiques in town, but surprise, I hadn’t gotten around to it…ever.

But!  While browsing the Blick Art store on Saturday, I found a book of Rex Ray (http://www.rexray.com/) postcards that I loved, and decided they would work fabulously for what I’d had in mind.  So, I took an old frame that I wasn’t using, and plopped 9 of my favorite coordinating postcards on it, and voila!  Instant wall art.  I also framed 2 other ones, one for my dresser and one for the bathroom.  Took a picture of one, just realized I forgot to take a pic of the other, oh well.  I just found that white frame at Marshalls earlier today, and I’m totally in love with it.  Anyhoo, it was a pretty easy and way cheap way to jazz up my apartment, and a great way to end a totally awesome weekend.  Woot!