The truth is that the wedding plans have been ongoing since before we actually became engaged. I thought I would be the bestest, darnest organizest (I know not a real word) bride to be that there ever was. I am off to a good start. Maybe.
Eric is due home next Wednesday. Halloween. Hope no one mistakes the big orange truck as an oversize pumpkin and try to smash it....that would not be good. Be kinda hard to pick up never mind smash. Anyway.....ADD moment. And during that time we will be visiting a few places.
Last time Eric was home, we looked at Mariner's Church Banquet Center. Very nice place. Had a separate entrance for the bridal party. Not too big, not too small. Just right. That was until I talked to be banquet manager. He seemed to be a little distracted. Ok, he had a function that night but when we were there and just about everything was done. And he still was not focusing on us. Told him date of wedding 11/1/2008, he stated that he had it reserved for a client who always hold a huge Halloween party. But at the same time he also had the Friday night reserved for the same client and since Halloween was actually on that Friday night, he didn't think it would be a problem. He just needed to check with this client to find out which date he wanted and I was to give him a call toward the end of the next week.
Both Eric and I thought that it would be the prefect location for the reception. So, I waited until that Thursday and called the manager. Well, he said that he called the client. The client told him that he needed to talk with the band to find out which date they would be available next year. Then the manager told me that he would have an answer by the middle of the following week. So, once again I waited. I call the manager on Wednesday. He said that he hadn't heard from his client, that he would give him a call right now and give me a call back. That was 10 days ago and still haven't heard from him. Guess what? Not waiting any longer. Looking some where else, since the wedding is just 369 days away and the recommendation for booking a reception site is at least one year in advance. So freaking out a little bit. Really wanted Mariner's Church but not that bad, especially when I was blown off by the manager.
Now what to do? Didn't really want to do Keeley's but I called and got some information. Boy, was I surprised. For the same amount of money for a sit down dinner at the Mariner's, we get to have a great buffet and I think that is the way we are going. Just have to call and make appointment for Saturday. In between the flowers and the cake. Keeping fingers crossed.
Also on Saturday next week, Eric and I are going to look at the flowers that I had picked out this last summer. He is SO excited to be doing this. He can't wait. (If I was talking to you right now sarcasm would be screaming all over those last two sentences.) We are going to Sawyer and Co. on Congress St in Portland. Owner is Dan and he is the best. Sat with me for an hour and a half explaining things and actually listening to me. Great guy. Love him. He is taking the time to come in on his day off to sit with us for a few minutes to go over the flowers. Now THAT is a manager.
Then we are off to Cakes Extraordinaire. They are on Brighton Ave in Portland. (Free delivery to any location in Portland. Got to love that.) To pick up our sample cakes which I ordered today. I ordered 4 cakes to sample. #1 white strawberry with strawberry cream and strawberry preserve filling (Eric's). #2 chocolate with raspberry cream and raspberry preserve filling (mine). #3 Irish Cream Liquor with chocolate walnut filling (both). #4 Spice cake with apple filling (just because we could). Now Eric can't wait for this appointment. Quote, "Mmmmm free cake." Unquote. The way to my man's heart is through his stomach. Love him bunches.
Then we are off the check out the Limousine Service that I found on the internet. It's called Atlantic Limousine and Yacht Charter Services. They are located in Gorham/Westbrook area. Got a great deal from them. They offered the use of a 300 C Chrysler limo along with a 2007 Mercedes Benz for the price of the limo alone. My arm really hurts from patting myself on the back for this one. I rock. When we go there, putting deposit done and signing contract. That is what a good deal this is. I am brilliant.
The one thing that drew me to this company was the fact that they offer a program called Hugs for Rides. This is when a limo picks up someone who has cancer from the hospital and gives them a ride home. The cost: One hug. Now that is a company I want to support and so does Eric.
So far that is all right now. The only thing that we have to do is find someone available to help with the cake testing. Any volunteers?
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Lastest Brain Dropping
Hello
Last night as I lay in bed I was thinking that I haven't up-dated the blog. What could I write about? Then it came to me. It was brilliant, the best idea that I have had in a long time. But I was just too tired to get up and write about it. Then I said to myself, "Self, why not do it when you get home from work tomorrow." Two brilliant ideas in one night, how can I stand myself. Sometimes I amaze myself.
Now you are asking, what was so brilliant that it would be a fine posting on my blog? Well let me tell you, I wish I knew. Yup, that is right the idea was so blindingly brilliant that I forgot what it was. I think it had something to do with the dog. But that is all I remember. Oh well, maybe next time I will get up in the middle of the night, run down to the computer and.........whom am I kidding, get up in the middle of the night; no way, not me. I happen to like sleep. Especially when it comes in rare form.
The last couple of nights, insomnia was my middle name. It was really bad the night the Red Sox won the AL Championship and off to the World Series. Maybe I was so excited and then maybe not. I had stayed up until the last out. Which was at midnight and then realizing that I was a bit tired but not all that much. The dog didn't help much. He hogged the bed. That's right my 7 pound, 20 inch little baby is a bed hog and I sleep in a Queen size bed. I tossed and then he would turn. Toss, turn. Toss turn. Like a scene from Swan Lake. Carefully choregraphed until that fateful last toss. I had taken the blanket (yes I was cold) and pulled them right out from under the dog. Off he flew to the other side and in mid air he twisted and landed on his feet. I thought only cats did that. But I guess when you are his size nothing is impossible. Sargeant the Amazing Flying Dog.
So last night was a good sleeping night. I think what helped is that I could talk to my honey right before I went to sleep and the fact that I could sleep flat for the first time in a week. I had my extra large fan on along with my desk fan. All that noise. White noise. Best noise you can have when getting only 10 hours of sleep in the last two days. I slept like a new born babe. I woke up feeling better. Until I went to work as one of my fine co-workers pointed out, "You look like I feel." Great I thought I was doing better. Maybe one more night of fans will get me looking a little more human in the morning. Besides, I have to rest up for the first game of the World Series. GO RED SOX.
Last night as I lay in bed I was thinking that I haven't up-dated the blog. What could I write about? Then it came to me. It was brilliant, the best idea that I have had in a long time. But I was just too tired to get up and write about it. Then I said to myself, "Self, why not do it when you get home from work tomorrow." Two brilliant ideas in one night, how can I stand myself. Sometimes I amaze myself.
Now you are asking, what was so brilliant that it would be a fine posting on my blog? Well let me tell you, I wish I knew. Yup, that is right the idea was so blindingly brilliant that I forgot what it was. I think it had something to do with the dog. But that is all I remember. Oh well, maybe next time I will get up in the middle of the night, run down to the computer and.........whom am I kidding, get up in the middle of the night; no way, not me. I happen to like sleep. Especially when it comes in rare form.
The last couple of nights, insomnia was my middle name. It was really bad the night the Red Sox won the AL Championship and off to the World Series. Maybe I was so excited and then maybe not. I had stayed up until the last out. Which was at midnight and then realizing that I was a bit tired but not all that much. The dog didn't help much. He hogged the bed. That's right my 7 pound, 20 inch little baby is a bed hog and I sleep in a Queen size bed. I tossed and then he would turn. Toss, turn. Toss turn. Like a scene from Swan Lake. Carefully choregraphed until that fateful last toss. I had taken the blanket (yes I was cold) and pulled them right out from under the dog. Off he flew to the other side and in mid air he twisted and landed on his feet. I thought only cats did that. But I guess when you are his size nothing is impossible. Sargeant the Amazing Flying Dog.
So last night was a good sleeping night. I think what helped is that I could talk to my honey right before I went to sleep and the fact that I could sleep flat for the first time in a week. I had my extra large fan on along with my desk fan. All that noise. White noise. Best noise you can have when getting only 10 hours of sleep in the last two days. I slept like a new born babe. I woke up feeling better. Until I went to work as one of my fine co-workers pointed out, "You look like I feel." Great I thought I was doing better. Maybe one more night of fans will get me looking a little more human in the morning. Besides, I have to rest up for the first game of the World Series. GO RED SOX.
I am a Red Sox fan. Always has been, always will be. I remember my dad watching the games on TV in the 1970's and sitting next to him trying to watch them too. When the Red Sox won the World Series in 2004. I had tears in my eyes. Not just because the "curse" was broken but because my dad was a true Red Sox Fan. I couldn't wait to call him that night but it was late and I didn't know if he had gone to bed yet. So the phone call had to wait until the next day. What a memory to carry with you for the rest of your life. Sharing something special with your dad. That was a good day.
Now do you think I could pass this baseball bonding with my daughter.....oh no. She was at one point....no I can't say it.....it hurts too much.....a Yankees fan. There I said it...the pain is too much to bear. My own flesh and blood. TRAITOR. Of course this was due to a boy. Damn him. Now she says she doesn't even like baseball. Where, oh where, did I go wrong.
Actually, Samantha has her own interests. She likes music. She can play the Flute, Clarinet, Tenor sax and some piano. I don't know where she gets all her talent. No one in my family can carry a tune, not even in a paper bag. Good for her. Hopefully she will continue to play even though she is done with school.
It smells like my dinner is done. So I am off the eat. Have a great night.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Today is Thursday. I think I made it. I might live. Yeah.
I was having a hard time this week. It was because of my bi-yearly bout with the dreaded bronchitis.
Let us begin with last Friday. I had been having a bit of a sore throat the last few days, thinking nothing of it, I thought that it was just a little bug that I caught at work. Saturday I woke up feeling a like I ate a pair of my future sister-in-law's wool socks. Not good. So trying not to over do things, I pulled out my trusty LL Bean fleece bathrobe and snuggled in for the day. Now since I am all warm and toasty, it seemed like a good time to rest. I have been up for at least an hour and a half, I was thinking am I really tired? Yes, yes I was. So off to the couch. Let me say right from the beginning we have a leather couch. Which is very comfortable until you try to lay down on it in a fleece bathrobe. After slipping and slidding all over the couch, I finally can to a rest with my butt cheeks firmly wedged between two cushions. There, not moving now. All ready for my mid-morning nap until the dog decided that he wanted to play. Ok, so he is not a big huge St. Bernard or a black lab, but when you are not expecting a 7 pound Yorkie to jump on you, the wind does get knocked out of you for a bit. That is when I said, "NO, Sargeant not time to play." He looks at me with his ears down, big round brown eyes and a very sad face. Kinda like Puss-n-Boots in Shrek 2. I didn't know the dog saw that movie. So, I got up and play with the dog. GO ME. After about 5 hours of playing I am pooped. (Well in my altered state it seemed like 5 hours but I think it was actually 15 minutes.) That is when I started to cough. It was a tiny cough here and there so I wasn't too concerned until I get ready of bed that night.
Laying down on my side was not an option. There was no way on god's green earth that this woman was getting a good night sleep. So I realized that a mountain of pillows was going to be the only way that I was going to get any kind of sleep. Grabbing the future Mr.'s pillow (good thing he is on the road) which is much thicker than mine, I put his on the bottom as the base. Placing mine at a slight angle, I put my snuggle pillow on top of mine. Now this is a very careful procedure. Like brain surgery. One false move and it's all over. I slowly move toward the tower of leaning pillows and then plop myself right in the middle. Eric had gotten me a Schnieder National stuff truck with trailer. It is very soft and fits right under the back of my neck perfect. What a genuis! Now I can get some sleep......until 1am when I started to cough up what felt like a lung. But I knew that it wasn't and tried to get some more sleep.
After waking up at 5:30am on a Sunday no less, I knew it was time to make a trip to the local Witch Doctor. But not until I tried to get more sleep. I fell asleep for 2 more hours.
My Witch Doctor is closed on Sunday's (how rude) so I needed to fine a Sunday Witch Doctor. So I got dressed, put my blue Red Sox hat on (because I was wearing blue after all and my pink or green Red Sox hat would just clash) and headed to the Witch Doctor hospital's Quick Care. Hours of operation 9:00 am to 8:00 pm. But I was lucky because by the time I got dressed and flew my broom over it was 8:40. Good...will go inside and wait the 15 minutes until they open. Walk through the door one other person in line.....things are looking up. Second in line is a good thing at a walk-in clinic. Got through registration with the ease of a ballet dancer. Got called into the exam room, pulse was taken, normal. Breathing a little labored but not too bad. Blood pressure, up. Nurse looks at me and says "did you take any over the counter cold medicine last night?" As a matter of fact yes I did. Remembering the few percious hours of sleep that I had the night before. That was why my blood pressure was high. Not too high to have a stroke but high enough to lay off the juice for a few nights.
The Witch Doctor makes an appearance. Asked me my symptoms and then begins to say "I am reluctant to give someone any antibiotics who has been coughing less than 24 hours." "The CDC states that most bronchitis' are viral and antibiotics are not needed." Then I said " I want antibiotic's, I have bacterial bronchitis. I have been dealing with bronchitis for the last 17 years, I know when I need antibiotic's." If my Witch Doctor's office was open today you would have not seen me here and he would give my my pills. YOU NEED TO GIVE ME MY PILLS NOW!
Not only did I get my pills and some great do not cough pills, I got a pretty picture of my lungs. Being aware of your own body and being a little.....shall I say FIRM will get you either arrested or antibiotic's.
After being on the medication for the past 5 days I am slightly coughing with a little lung coming up and less color. When we get to no color that is when we know I am cured. Looking forward to that day soon.
I was having a hard time this week. It was because of my bi-yearly bout with the dreaded bronchitis.
Let us begin with last Friday. I had been having a bit of a sore throat the last few days, thinking nothing of it, I thought that it was just a little bug that I caught at work. Saturday I woke up feeling a like I ate a pair of my future sister-in-law's wool socks. Not good. So trying not to over do things, I pulled out my trusty LL Bean fleece bathrobe and snuggled in for the day. Now since I am all warm and toasty, it seemed like a good time to rest. I have been up for at least an hour and a half, I was thinking am I really tired? Yes, yes I was. So off to the couch. Let me say right from the beginning we have a leather couch. Which is very comfortable until you try to lay down on it in a fleece bathrobe. After slipping and slidding all over the couch, I finally can to a rest with my butt cheeks firmly wedged between two cushions. There, not moving now. All ready for my mid-morning nap until the dog decided that he wanted to play. Ok, so he is not a big huge St. Bernard or a black lab, but when you are not expecting a 7 pound Yorkie to jump on you, the wind does get knocked out of you for a bit. That is when I said, "NO, Sargeant not time to play." He looks at me with his ears down, big round brown eyes and a very sad face. Kinda like Puss-n-Boots in Shrek 2. I didn't know the dog saw that movie. So, I got up and play with the dog. GO ME. After about 5 hours of playing I am pooped. (Well in my altered state it seemed like 5 hours but I think it was actually 15 minutes.) That is when I started to cough. It was a tiny cough here and there so I wasn't too concerned until I get ready of bed that night.
Laying down on my side was not an option. There was no way on god's green earth that this woman was getting a good night sleep. So I realized that a mountain of pillows was going to be the only way that I was going to get any kind of sleep. Grabbing the future Mr.'s pillow (good thing he is on the road) which is much thicker than mine, I put his on the bottom as the base. Placing mine at a slight angle, I put my snuggle pillow on top of mine. Now this is a very careful procedure. Like brain surgery. One false move and it's all over. I slowly move toward the tower of leaning pillows and then plop myself right in the middle. Eric had gotten me a Schnieder National stuff truck with trailer. It is very soft and fits right under the back of my neck perfect. What a genuis! Now I can get some sleep......until 1am when I started to cough up what felt like a lung. But I knew that it wasn't and tried to get some more sleep.
After waking up at 5:30am on a Sunday no less, I knew it was time to make a trip to the local Witch Doctor. But not until I tried to get more sleep. I fell asleep for 2 more hours.
My Witch Doctor is closed on Sunday's (how rude) so I needed to fine a Sunday Witch Doctor. So I got dressed, put my blue Red Sox hat on (because I was wearing blue after all and my pink or green Red Sox hat would just clash) and headed to the Witch Doctor hospital's Quick Care. Hours of operation 9:00 am to 8:00 pm. But I was lucky because by the time I got dressed and flew my broom over it was 8:40. Good...will go inside and wait the 15 minutes until they open. Walk through the door one other person in line.....things are looking up. Second in line is a good thing at a walk-in clinic. Got through registration with the ease of a ballet dancer. Got called into the exam room, pulse was taken, normal. Breathing a little labored but not too bad. Blood pressure, up. Nurse looks at me and says "did you take any over the counter cold medicine last night?" As a matter of fact yes I did. Remembering the few percious hours of sleep that I had the night before. That was why my blood pressure was high. Not too high to have a stroke but high enough to lay off the juice for a few nights.
The Witch Doctor makes an appearance. Asked me my symptoms and then begins to say "I am reluctant to give someone any antibiotics who has been coughing less than 24 hours." "The CDC states that most bronchitis' are viral and antibiotics are not needed." Then I said " I want antibiotic's, I have bacterial bronchitis. I have been dealing with bronchitis for the last 17 years, I know when I need antibiotic's." If my Witch Doctor's office was open today you would have not seen me here and he would give my my pills. YOU NEED TO GIVE ME MY PILLS NOW!
Not only did I get my pills and some great do not cough pills, I got a pretty picture of my lungs. Being aware of your own body and being a little.....shall I say FIRM will get you either arrested or antibiotic's.
After being on the medication for the past 5 days I am slightly coughing with a little lung coming up and less color. When we get to no color that is when we know I am cured. Looking forward to that day soon.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
My family
My future sister-in-law is a knitter. She loves to knit. She has her own spinning wheel so she can make her own yarn. She makes a lot of socks. At first I didn't know what she was doing with all those socks until last Wednesday night I was watching Pushing Daisy's (ABC at 8:00). One of the character is a knitter. He, yes I said he, is a private investigater. He pulled out his trusty knitting needles; rescued himself and two other's from deadly harm. He gets the reward. He is sitting in his office he pulls out.......a knitted sock which he puts the reward money into, then he opens his desk drawer and puts the money loaded sock with the other socks. That is when I realized I know what she does with all those knitted socks. I just have to find the "secret desk drawer." blog: sheepishannie.blogspot.com
My future husband is a long-haul truck driver. Something he has always wanted to do. Schneider National is the company that he drives for. He is gone for 3 weeks at a time. Thank God it's only for a year then he finds something so that he can be home more. Some of my friends would love for their significant others to go away for that long but believe me it is too long a time to be separated from him. No one to take the trash out, but you. No one to talk to except the dog and he really doesn't say to much. No one to make you feel better when you are sick. No one to whine to when you are sick. No one to reach the high places. I know you are thinking "why not get a chair?" I could do that, but when your honey is over 6 feet tall it's just easier to ask "honey,will you get that can of dog food?" Why did he put the dog food way up there I just don't know. Maybe just because he could. Of course, he has a blog also: roadsidemanners.blogspot.com
We have a Yorkshire Terrier. His names is Sargeant. Yorkies are a hunting breed. They were used to go into holes and kill rats. Yuck. So he is a small dog about 7 pounds and about 20 inches long. It was a beautiful fall day in Maine today. (Unfortunately I have a slight head cold and left work early today to rest up for tomorrow.) The dog wanted to go out. So I let him out to do his "business". We came in. I changed from work clothes to I feel like crap clothes and head back to my favorite chair. The dog had different plans. He was barking like a mad dog while he was looking out the slider window. What was he all excited about? A bird. One lone bird on the lawn.......tauting the dog in the house. Well will we stand for that? Let a Robin get the best of my wonderful smart dog? Nope. Slider opens, out goes dog almost catching Robin. Dog stops looking in the air for Robin. Slowly he turns, step by step, he sees more. With the wind blowing his golden locks back against his head, he is off like a bullet out of a gun. Gone. But alas, no birdy for doggy. But the yard is once again bird free. Until tomorrow.
No, dog does not have a blog. His long fur gets in the way of his typing.
My daughter Samantha know lives in California. She met a boy (Isn't that the way is always begins) who is from CA and decided to move out there to experience life. Good for her. Now she needs to come home....just kidding. She graduated in June. The picture is of her and Eric (future husband). Aren't they just adorable. Ok I just realized I am pooped. Need a brake. Starting to feel like crap again. Sorry Sam will write more about you when I feel better.
My future husband is a long-haul truck driver. Something he has always wanted to do. Schneider National is the company that he drives for. He is gone for 3 weeks at a time. Thank God it's only for a year then he finds something so that he can be home more. Some of my friends would love for their significant others to go away for that long but believe me it is too long a time to be separated from him. No one to take the trash out, but you. No one to talk to except the dog and he really doesn't say to much. No one to make you feel better when you are sick. No one to whine to when you are sick. No one to reach the high places. I know you are thinking "why not get a chair?" I could do that, but when your honey is over 6 feet tall it's just easier to ask "honey,will you get that can of dog food?" Why did he put the dog food way up there I just don't know. Maybe just because he could. Of course, he has a blog also: roadsidemanners.blogspot.com
We have a Yorkshire Terrier. His names is Sargeant. Yorkies are a hunting breed. They were used to go into holes and kill rats. Yuck. So he is a small dog about 7 pounds and about 20 inches long. It was a beautiful fall day in Maine today. (Unfortunately I have a slight head cold and left work early today to rest up for tomorrow.) The dog wanted to go out. So I let him out to do his "business". We came in. I changed from work clothes to I feel like crap clothes and head back to my favorite chair. The dog had different plans. He was barking like a mad dog while he was looking out the slider window. What was he all excited about? A bird. One lone bird on the lawn.......tauting the dog in the house. Well will we stand for that? Let a Robin get the best of my wonderful smart dog? Nope. Slider opens, out goes dog almost catching Robin. Dog stops looking in the air for Robin. Slowly he turns, step by step, he sees more. With the wind blowing his golden locks back against his head, he is off like a bullet out of a gun. Gone. But alas, no birdy for doggy. But the yard is once again bird free. Until tomorrow.
No, dog does not have a blog. His long fur gets in the way of his typing.
My daughter Samantha know lives in California. She met a boy (Isn't that the way is always begins) who is from CA and decided to move out there to experience life. Good for her. Now she needs to come home....just kidding. She graduated in June. The picture is of her and Eric (future husband). Aren't they just adorable. Ok I just realized I am pooped. Need a brake. Starting to feel like crap again. Sorry Sam will write more about you when I feel better.
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