Aim High - Dare To Dream

While I'm ending my current job, I've devised a goal that really keeps my feet on the ground while I'm reaching for the stars* - and it's pretty simple.

I am trying to violate the dress code each and every one of the remaining days that I am here. This can be achieved simply by keeping my flip flops on for the entire day.

Today, I had to make an unexpected visit to the (evil) executive suite, and thus had to put on my real shoes.

You win this round, hospital.

Poking The Stick In The Bear Cage

As previously noted (too lazy to link to it, but it's posted somewhere in the blog) B's mom has a limited filter between her thoughts and her words. One part of me admires her directness. Another part just sits back and...wow. No filter.

It is to my discredit that I sometimes deliberately try to get her riled up, and encourage the no-filtering. As I did on Saturday.

B's mom: Are you looking for a new job?
me: Nope. I think I'm just gonna take some time off. Let B support me. Relax a little bit.
B's mom: But he can't support the two of you. Not with the way you live.
me: Well, if we need more money, he can just get a second job.
B's mom: But how will he do comedy?
me: He can just give that up. I mean, what's more important, his comedy career, or keeping me happy?

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B's mom: Are you going to change your name once you're married?
me: [with the most disgusted face I can make] Oh God no. Why would I want a name like that?

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B's mom: If the two of you have kids, what religion will the children be?
me: What we're going to do is ask you and my parents each to come up with a 10 minute presentation about their religion. You can use Powerpoint, pictures, video, etc. We'll choose a winner based on the persuasiveness of the argument.

Reiki

Last night, I attended a very, very introductory reiki training. One of the most interesting things that I learned prompted this exchange:

[ridiculouschick]: apparently you can do it on animals. stewbert - watch out!
[THE LAWYER]: STEWBERT WILL BE CALM AND SEDATED AFTER YOU BEGIN HIS SESSIONS. A WHOLE NEW DOG.
[ridiculouschick]: the thing is with reiki that you need to get permission from the receiver. how do you do that with a dog?
[THE LAWYER]: PERHAPS EVERY TIME HE RELIEVES HIMSELF IN THE HOUSE IT’S HIS WAY OF CONSENTING TO A REIKI SESSION.

Sucka!

I got the dress. I cried.

(I guess I am a pretty princess. Sorta.)

Nighty-Night!

Just as we're drifting off to sleep last night...

B: "When are you going to get your wedding dress? Don't you have to order that soon"?

Cue my latest wedding-mare: wedding-related nightmare - anyone with a contender for a better contraction is welcome to leave it in comments.

(Oh, and while we're at it, anyone wanna place a bet on whether I can remain unspoiled today with the results of the Top Chef finale?)

Treading Water

"Dear [ridiculouschick]...I regret to inform you...economic considerations...position eliminated...laid-off effective June 30."

As you can imagine, I've had a lot going on recently. Like a job search. And the larger question of what I really want to do when I grow up.

Losing this job brings a huge mix of emotions - and whilst I shuffle through them, and find a way to (once again) get comfortable in the not-knowing, I leave you with my temporary theme song.

My New Goal In Life...

(should I be lucky enough to have children)

...is never to let my household situation become so terrible that we require a visit from the Supernanny.

Deep, Deep Thoughts

It is ridiculous to come home in a funk because you "suffered" your first lost at trivia night to the bowl cut douchebag who has been waiting to beat you for 5 weeks in a row, and finally did...

*and*

to get in a discussion with your significant other about the merits of an "upper decker".

Attendants

On Sunday, I asked The Peanut to be the flower girl for this little event happening in the Fall. She immediately ran to tell her mother (..."and I said YES, Mommy!") and then returned to discuss her dress and flower options. Which she continued to ruminate on for the rest of the day.

B's nephew, on the other hand, had to be bribed with candy in order to accept his ring bearing duties .

New Levels of Ridiculous

A few nights ago, B and I found ourselves on the couch, each of us playing Tetris on our cell phones, competing to see who can achieve the highest score.

Of course, he's got an edge because he can play/practice while he's at work, apparently for hours at a time.

I, on the other hand, almost missed my subway stop the other night because I didn't want to end my game. I was at 28,938!!!!

Support, Friendship, and All That Gooey Stuff

The Lawyer: "You have so much going on and being pulled in all directions. Do your best to remain calm. Which makes me think of that scene from airplane when Leslie Neilsen says everyone remain calm and pandemonium breaks out on the plane."

Drat

According to all the bridal magazines, I am waaaaaaaay behind schedule in my wedding planning.

Not only will I need at least 16 months to prepare the ceremony/reception/whatnot, but I should have been dreaming of this special day since...roughly...age 5. And thinking of myself as a pretty princess probably wouldn't hurt either.

Say it with me: I'm a pretty princess! I'm a pretty princess! I'm a pretty princess!

Pending

To all future guests of our upcoming wedding celebration: Save A Date.

Not Save The Date...because, you know, we'd have to have a date and place for you to do that, and that would mean that various locales/vendors would be returning my calls and emails.

But no.

Save a date. Because the wedding is happening, it's just not clear when. Or where. (City Hall/Justice of the Peace, anyone?)

How about you just do me a favor and reserve, oh, say, Autumn 2008, m'kay?

Thanks.

Mama Needs A Reception Site

The good news is that there are plenty of spaces available this fall in NYC in which to get married, and celebrate same.

The bad news is that we don't have a spare $50,000.

Just A Short While Later...

...my life is suddenly about my sparkly ring, bridal magazines, and, apparently, pink nail polish.

Afianced

On Friday evening, just one day shy of our 10 month anniversary, B asked me to marry him. We were at the site of our first date.

Of course, I said yes!

I promise not to turn the blog into a wedding journal. Too much.

Poor? No.

Note to self: it is a bad idea to review your debit card expenses to see just how you got to $4.24.

Were the Pinkberry, pedicure, and hair products necessary expenditures? Probably not.

$4.24

This is the balance in my checking account until I get paid tomorrow.

Unless, of course, the 'economic stimulus' payment from the government is deposited early. I have to be honest, though - at this point it's looking less like an incentive to help the economy, and more like me being able to buy lunch.

(I guess it teaches me not to be the tough guy that decides to pay for everyone's drinks at trivia night.)

I Forgot My Mantra

Yesterday, I had the day off and B was able to leave work at noon. It was gorgeous outside, so we went to our favorite spring/summer restaurant.

As we sat by the water, drinking in the sunshine (literally drinking in the sunshine - corona for me, pina colada for him), it became a moment, a feeling of being truly happy. Even Stewie seemed to pick up on the contentedness, and stoppped tugging on his leash, trying to play with kill pigeons. B and I smiled at one another. "We are so lucky to be living in New York", I said.

This morning, as we squished onto the downtown 3 and two of our fellow passengers engaged in an argument over personal space, and all the noise and energy and challenge of the city swirled around us, I tried to access that blissful mood.

B noted the sour look on my face and started humming "I Love New York".

What I'm Reading

...and thus, so should you.