Almost Christmas

So it's Sunday, so again that means it's blogging time! It has been a great weekend so far, and I can't wait for it to be Wednesday, and I have 5 full days off of work! Woo hoo!

So this weekend, we found the best mexican place in the whole world: It's called Hacienda, and it's off of Valleydale. They had the best salsa,margarita, chimichanga, everything. All recommended by our pastor. Well not the margarita part anyway. Then on Saturday Bennett's parents came up to do their Christmas. Bennett and I got new honeymoon luggage! Then they got us tickets to see Transiberian Orchestra, and it was soo amazing! It was the best show ever! They had fake snow coming down on the audience, and the light show was so cool. It was seriously one of the best shows I'd ever seen.

And it's finally cold here, after it being 70 for 3 days straight. I woke up this morning and it was all cloudy outside and the weather people said it was supposed to rain, so I put on my new christmas raincoat and go to work. However, after an hour, the sun is out and it's freezing cold, and I have a raincoat to keep me warm. Sometimes I'm such a moron.

Anyway, we have the children's christmas pageant tonight at church, and then the posts are coming over for a drink and present exchange.

So we got our estimate back from Gabrella for the wedding, and we are definitely going to have to do some cutting. I couldn't believe, that even though we wanted the most simple of things for the wedding, it came out to be over $15,000! So we're cutting the extra hour, taking an extra hard look at the menu, and really trying to figure out who won't be showing up, so we can get a more accurate guest count. I almost had a heart attack; I don't know where all that money will come from...

The Galleria

Bennett and I had a super long night on Friday, so we ended up staying in bed most of all day yesterday. Around 2 or so, we finally decided that we should go and do what we had been planning to do, which is finish our Christmas shopping.

So we drive down I-459 South to get to the Galleria, and there is a line about a mile long coming off the exit ramp; obviously almost everyone else in the entire Birmingham area had the same idea. We finally get into the mall parking lot and parked in the parking deck, almost a mile from the actual mall entrance. And we get in there and have a pretzel with cheese and look around for a little while. Got one of Bennett's dad's presents and left. So, yeah, we went to the mall for a pretzel and sweater vest. We probably could have found a pretzel much closer and without much stress, but seriously, nothing is better than a mall pretzel with cheese.

My shopping is pretty much done; my family is pretty easy to shop for. Bennett's parents are coming up here next weekend to do an early Christmas since we'll be in Kansas, then we're gonna see Transiberian Orchestra at the BJCC. I can't wait!!! New kid at work said that it was one of the best shows he's seen, so I'm super stoked.

I have found in my old age, my blog entries have become less funny and more about what is actually going on, and that is no fun. Maybe hopefully something funny will happen to me soon.

Oh wait....something funny did happen. Gene Chizik is Auburn's new coach. Welcome to the fabulous circus world of what is to be Auburn Football. :(

The Olden Days

Since tonight is boy's night out, I have been left at home with my thoughts and the alcohol, and what better than to write a blog entry.

Listening to Amie Miriello. She's amazing. Anyway, so there is nothing good on TV on Wednesdays, so what do I do? I flip back to my xanga journal and read a whole bunch of what I used to be like. And it's semi-amusing to see how much I'm not like the self I used to be back in the day. A. I used to swear like a sailor in my other journal entries. I sort of leave that out on purpose in this one. I feel in my old age that I can use my words better, although I will admit the occasional hell or damn or ass will escape. Please excuse me for that. B. I'm obviously not as boy crazy as I used to be. Granted that my love life has settled itself nicely. There is no Daniel ( I forgot all about this guy!) or Joseph or Nothdurft drama. There is no Deanna on medication that won't allow her to drink and C. I'm obviously not in school anymore, so it's not as fun. Only fun stuff happens in college; no fun-ness in real world.

I was listening to this new kid at work today talk about his rondez vous in college and it made me miss it even more that I can explain. I don't miss all the dumb decisions I made in college, yet I regret very few of them. I believe strongly in the saying "Everything happens for a reason," and taking away the things that happened to me in college would make me a different person than the person I am now.

I am not completely happy with the person I have become, but I do believe that now is better than then. And even if nobody reads this, then I will be happy to know that I have these to look back on later to see how I was and remember.

Our tree; Steven don't feel bad. We are obsessed with Christmas too. :)

Throw Me Where You Need Me

So in order to rock my world a little bit, my work has decided to put me down at 280 today. Which I'm not totally opposed to; it's very peaceful down here. It's just me and the Christmas music (thank you Joel for your magnificent radio, which, without, I would be a very very lonely little girl, and blasting Hanson/Nsync/American Idol/Steven's Mixed Christmas all day).

They have been cracking down on overtime hard, as we are fully staffed, which means shorter and shorter days for the likes of the hourly employees. This is where my schedule sits as we sit it for this week:

Monday, worked a glorious 7 hours, from 6-2:30, with a lunch mind you.
Tuesday, working the fabulous Taj Mahal from 7-6.
Wednesday, due to the fabulous Taj Mahal's 11 hours working, I work today 6-3.
Thursday, I will open and then to make sure I don't get overtime, I will be allowed to leave at whatever time will not put me in OT.

This thrills me to no end; I like to work out after work, and usually bennett doesn't like to go, so this allows me to go and be done by the time he gets off work.

So I decided (by request) to put the wedding details in this post, so if you are a boy or don't care about wedding plans, I will warn you now, this is the place to stop reading.

The only thing I'm semi-bummed about with the wedding is not being able to use sparklers. They make for such lovely pictures, but I guess we will be reduced to Auburn shakers, which we were going to use to begin with.

The chair covers and tables will be all white, with white ribbon. The centerpieces will be square vases with pink hydrangeas and tea lights. The arbor where the ceremony will take place will be lit in the back with white tulle hanging. I'm not sure how much I really like that; I might change my mind about it; it just seems like it would look tacky to me. Anyway, I'm planning on the wedding being simple and pretty, so basically that's about all for the massive details.

Yesterday Rusty called Bennett my husband on accident, but it still made me smile.

Fancy Car

So my poor little Focus finally got his 6 month washing (it really should occur more than once every six months, and I promised I would take better care of this one, but that didn't really happen), and his wheels have a nice shine thing going on too. He's a pretty happy car today.

So once again, it's Sunday and I'm at oxmoor. And once again, it is slow so I'm blogging. I have checked in one truck, and I have one reservation that is actually during business hours today. I mean, I can't complain, because there is nothing going wrong today, it's not busy, and I have the time to blog with you wonderful people who don't read my blog.

We got our engagement pictures back, and they are fabulous. I will post some on here as soon as I'm not at work so I can get them. But the pictures have left me at a crossroads; blonde hair or dark hair? At the moment those pictures were taken, my hair was dark, with a pretty tint of red. Today my hair is blonde. I have the hair dye sitting at home under my sink, and it only takes one moment of insanity for the blonde to be "cinnamon stick." I have always had this mad obsession with having the perfect hair, but it has become painfully obvious and expensive that my hair will never achieve true perfection. And then I have to think about what will look good for the wedding and the white dress and...my face is beginning to show the effects of stressed-out ness in the form of zits, which until recently had been extinct from my face. And they are not of the unnoticeable sort; they are the ones that are the size of texas and red and hurt.

So while it is beautiful outside, it's cold, and I can be thankful that I have discovered how to make it warmer in this place. And that I also have a job, and finally a church to go to. Bennett and I have been going to Cahaba Heights United Methodist, and we love it! We finally have our preacher for the wedding and they accommodate to my sunday schedule by having a service at 4. Wow, I made that sound like they do it just for me; they don't. It's a more contemporary service with more music and the like, and though Bennett and I prefer the more traditional, we will accept the fact that they have drums and guitars in church for the time being, anyway.

And now that I have bored you to tears... I will leave you with one thing.

Rammer jammer yellow hammer, go to hell alabama! Go Florida!

And It's Over

SO the wedding is officially planned. We went to Gabrella today and did it in under an hour. They were super impressed with our awesome planning skills. I kept thinking they were looking at me like we were a bunch of freaks, but oh well.

So while during the Auburn/Alabama game, I got to thinking about a couple of things. Mostly how Nick Saban is an ass, and that I got to thinking, there isn't a Nick that I came by that I liked.

Example 1: Nick Adams. We all know this story. He probably is the biggest asshole I've ever met in my entire life. Wow how I don't miss the days of having my clothes thrown at me, while hiding my phone or being locked out of my own room, the incessant crying because he thought he was the best damn thing since ever and letting me know that I embarrass Auburn. FYI to you dumb ass, I had a much higher GPA, therefore making them look better not worse.

Example 2: Nick the ex-boss. Yeah, don't really miss being sexually harassed every day at work. I don't know if he truly believed that I actually liked him or not, but he would have had to have been pretty retarded to have thought so. Not that he didn't make coming to work a freakin nightmare anyway, it would have been even worse if I chose to report him.

Example 3: Nick Saban, the anti-christ. It is so not classy to call a timeout after the ball has been snapped. Also the faux timeout called after you had already gotten a penalty for a false start. I hope the gators beat you; scratch that. I hope they shut you out.

Now, there are a couple Nicks that I thought about while writing this that I do sort of like; Nicholas Cage and Nick Cannon, maybe some St. Nick action too. But for the most part, I have never met them, so who knows. Something with that name, must be.