sparkle.restored

revival.

so much has happened since i last posted, that i don’t quite know where to begin. 

• i married the love of my life in Dallas (where we met in 2008) in May 2011.
• we had our big wedding in October 2011 in Seattle (where fell in love).
• we bought a house and adopted dog #2 in March 2012.
• we got pregnant in January 2013 and lost the pregnancy in March 2013.
• i quit my job at a major corporation in April 2013 to recover and focus solely on myself and our family.

to say this has been a journey is to be putting it lightly. and i need to restore my sparkle.

things i learned in vegas.

• you have to stand in a long ass line for everything. even to go stand in another line.
• all escalators to the raised walkways are broken. always. especially if you’ve been walking stairs all day.
• it’s really windy. bring a hair tie. and a barrette.
• people on the street pass out little cards with naked ladies with stars covering their nipples on them. they think that if they snap the cards as you walk by and then shove them in your face you will want one. they are mostly wrong.
• i saw two different guys collecting every single nudie card they could. the snap must’ve worked on them.
• sequins are king. if i ever go back, i will be purchasing something sparkly and ridiculous to wear at night. or in the daytime.
• you will get lost in the hotels. you just will. the signs really don’t help you get out. they just trap you inside for hours.
• you can buy a margarita in a plethora of containers. we’re talking eiffel towers, blenders, five foot tall glasses, plastic guitars that are strapped around your neck. i must have an eiffel tower. i must.
• i will not stay anywhere but the venetian. omg the venetian…
• everyone and their grandma is either smoking or drinking or both. at all times.
• if you try to walk anywhere but the sidewalk at the airport you will get a whistle blown at you by a cop. welcome to vegas.
• if you don’t bring purell and use it every .006 seconds you will contract horrible, horrible illnesses that will last for weeks.

all in all, vegas was an experience. once i forget this three week germfest that is still currently residing inside my person, i might go back. but i am not leaving my hotel.

dress…check! flowers…check! most awesome fiance in the history of ever…almost check!

so. last weekend i found my dress. just like with love they are soooo right about just knowing when you find the right one. how cheesy, right? yeah, but i hate to admit that it’s also true. and of course it’s nothing like i thought i would be wearing on my wedding day. save for the fact that it’s white. ;-)

and today i notified the florist i met with a few weekends ago - the one who totally almost had a fight in a coffee shop with my bff - that i wanted to go with her. they made up. if the florist had *really* fought with my bff, it would have been on. like the donkey.

tomorrow i go pick mike up at the airport! ten amazing days spent with the most amazing man on the planet! just in time for valentine’s day (barf!), too. <3

do your teeth ever feel funny after you eat spinach? what about bananas? and do your fingers feel gross after you eat an orange?

just asking.

sasquatchohmigod!! why? why? why can’t you calm.down!

so, i felt really bad about writing an email to the apartment manager. i felt bad that she, in turn, put a note on your door asking you to simmah dan nah. i felt bad that i had to email back a week later, per the manager’s request, to let her know that it still sounds like you’re disco pogo-sticking across every square inch of your beautiful one bedroom, one bath sprawling west seattle apartment. i felt uber bad that she had to call you to tell you that you’re. not. getting. it.

you’re a nice girl, why don’t you get it??? you seem smart. i’ve seen the medical books in your car. i think i am going to have to resort to hammering things into my ceiling. yeahhhhh… i’m gonna hammer your ass through my ceiling!!! i’m going to wait until 8am on a saturday though. and then 11:05am. 3:22pm. 7:04pm. 8:43pm. 9:09pm. and finally 4:13am sunday morning.

scratch that. i’m getting a jackhammer.

the best news of my life. thus far.

i just received the most wonderful sentence in my inbox.

“On January 10, 2011, we mailed you a notice that we have approved this I129F PETITION FOR FIANCE(E).”

you did?? really?!?!?! for reals though????????? this isn’t a dream?!?!?!?!?!?!??!

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! step one has finally commenced after over 5 months of watching, waiting, commiserating… (sorry, i go the way of the song a lot).

we are past the longest part of waiting in the dark for this visa to come through and i simply cannot be more excited. now for the next steps of medical exams and an interview at the us embassy in london (all for him). and MUCH shorter waiting periods!

praise the lord.

trader joe’s exchange.

stock boy singing horribly to journey’s don’t stop believin’.

me to stock boy, “sounds good!” smile.

stock boy, “uh, what?”

“your singing.” :-|

“oh.”

i walk away.

omg. really?

dear quatch,

you were right in front of me pulling into the garage tonight. what are the chances of THAT?! none. we have never, ever, never gotten home at the same time in 10 months.

did i cower and drive extra slow hiding behind pillars and walls within our underground garage? yep.

did i almost let the rolling door hit the roof of my car in effort to be that far behind you? yes, i did.

did i come to a full stop behind another wall right before turning to our parking area and then realize you would see me cowering when you went into the building since it was right in front of the door?! yeah. sure did.

did i pretend to be very involved with my phone as i was creeping slowly toward my space which is, of course, right freaking next to yours?? yessir.

thank god above you weren’t in your car by the time i made it to my spot. thank god again that you weren’t checking your mail as i walked slowly toward the communal boxes. thank god you weren’t at the elevator, or in the stairwell as i climbed up. i would have died a thousand deaths of embarrassment. or faked total shock that you are the offender.

if you ever confront me and knock on my door to apologize, that’s exactly what i’ll do. “whaaaaaat??? no way!! omg, i am SO embarrassed!! i had NO IDEA that was YOU!!”

but i might be cursing you on the inside. just a little. because you’re still stomping. butthole.

xoxo, tattle girl

dear sasquatch,

i tattled on you today. i felt like a meanie.

ironically, you justified my actions the second i walked in my door and heard you stomp-stomp-clomping above my head. so, now i don’t feel as meanie mcmeanpants.

thankssomuch.

oh afternoon naps, how i will miss you… in tribute, i will take you one last time.

until we meet again.

welcome 2011!

hello twenty-eleven! one of my resolutions for the year is to write on this blog more… so here we are, day number 2 in the new year and I am updating. at least a little. :-)

2010 has been a big year for me, pretty much the biggest of my life. i packed up and moved from my family and friends in dallas to return to my hometown, jobless and having only a meager savings. somehow i managed to rent an apartment online (thank you so much, andrea!) and land a job within the first month and a half of moving.

a month after that, i reconnected with who turned out to be the love of my life right under my nose (okay, across the pond). he flies over every two months or so and even though it’s getting harder and harder to be apart, i know it will be worth it in the end. the wedding is in october of this year and i could not be happier! please forgive me if my upcoming posts are slightly wedding-centric.

obviously 2010 has been no less than a major God-thing. no one can persuade me otherwise. :-)

here’s to everyone having the best year of their lives!

golden rule #549

please don’t talk to my dog whilst he is mid poo. i know he’s unbelievably adorable, even mid-hunch, but try to refrain from a “hi buddy!”

and i beg of you, mr. gary busey doppelgänger, stop trying to continue the conversation with “i can never tell if it’s poop or pee!” as i am bent over picking up said excrement. and that would be great if you didn’t nearly trip over yourself walking down the hill, twisted toward me trying to chit-chat, while i have nothing but a thin bag between my skin and what is about to be firmly planted on your face.

like i said. i know it’s hard.