That Just Happened!

Saturday Night was Stephtastic’s Bachelorette. I finally got my voice back today. It was fun, but of course all the gory details are unfit to print.  I must say it was a learning experience. 

Things I Learned at My Sister’s Bachelorette.

1. Boys will do anything for a girl in a veil.  Anything.
2. Everyone wishes the bridesmaids good luck as well.  Everyone just wants us to be “lucky”.
3. The amazingly fabulous guy at Starbucks lets us take “one more” picture in the store, even though it isn’t allowed.  Apparently brides can break the rules.
4. MPW is the most patient man in the world.  He picked us up at 3:00 in the morning and drove the girls to the hotel while every time the car stopped I yelled out the window to random people on the street “My sister’s getting mar-ried” (hence no voice).  Hey, it’s Toronto.  There are always people awake.
5. Cops like getting their pictures taken.  I think it improves their community image.
6. Girls give their boyfriends dirty looks when they see others getting married.
7. VIP is the only way to go. Now I know why the celebs like it.
8. I dolook good in a tiara.  Stephtastic is right, my head is made for them.
9. People want to get their pic taken with the bride-to-be.  She’s kind of like Madonna that way.

Since I can’t give the gory details, here are some PG pics from the night.

Tiara's Are Made For Me

Um, Nuf Said.

Stephtastic and Her Future Sister-In-Law

Yeah, That Just Happened!

Ugh.  My brain is fuzzy and I am pretty sure my body is trying to tell me that I should be sleeping.  It is 8:00am on Jan 4th and I am back at work after the holidays. Yes, yes, I know that some of you did not even get a holiday and for that I am sorry. I know I should be grateful for the time off, but now I have a taste for it and would like it to continue.

I should have known today was going to be tough.  I slept poorly all night, waking up at 10 minute intervals. Then I was bum-rushed off the bed an hour before  I had to be up.  MPW kept pushing closer to me with his butt. Pushing is the key word. By the time I was ready to say something, he finally managed to push me off the bed. “Forget it,” I thought, “at least I will have time for a good breakfast.”

So I got up to get some Mini-Wheats.  It being so close to my sister’s wedding I am trying to lose some weight. Mainly because the dress doesn’t exactly fit at the moment.  But it will, oh it will. So I counted out 59g of Mini-Wheats as per the suggested serving size. Do you know how little that is?  How can anyone subsist on normal portion sizes of breakfast cereal?  How can 59g have 270 calories?  Thank goodness it is fibre-filled, but I doubt it will tide me over until my 1:30pm lunch.  So in order to fool my tummy into thinking I am eating more, I am bringing coffee to work.

I get in the car, after leaving pretty much on time (yeah!) and promptly knock my coffee over into the back seat (I know…it’s a skill) and am trying to dab the two napkins I have into the floor mat…from the front seat…as I am twisted around.  (Hey I told you my brain is fuzzy! )  Looking back I should have got out fo the car, opened up the back and then dabbed.  Meanwhile, MPW got into his car and drove by as I was twisted in the seat.  He slowed down, realized I was at least in the car and then sped off. Yeesh!  No help there. 

So, after following 2 cars doing 30km/h side-by-side half way to work, I have arrived.  As I am responsible for opening up the office I have a handy key which I always keep in my purse. A key that I couldn’t find. So after dumping out the contents of my purse I found it in the bottom corner of my bag. I should probably mention that my purse has a rep for being a Mary-Poppins purse. I could probably fit the dog in it, so dumping it’s contents is epic.

Gathering up my wits and courage I made it in to the office.  I am here, but my brain is notably absent. Not a great way for it to start the new year, being late for work like that.  When it gets here I am going to give it a stern talking to.  Although, maybe I should just be happy it gets here at all.

So, I am off to handle the two weeks worth of mail that just came in and the work that magically appeared on my desk over the holidays.  Apparently the work fairies aren’t union and were forced to show up all the way through.

Yeah, That Just Happened!

I do not think I have mentioned this before, but my sister, Stephanie, is getting married.  What fun!  She has two bridesmaids (Kristyn and Elizabeth) as well as a maid-of-honour (me!) to help her with the planning and support her in this hectic time. 

Part of supporting her is going to showers thrown by others and eating all the yummy food.  I know, I know!  Please, you don’t have to tell me twice. A bridesmaid is supposed to go the distance for her bride and if that means partaking in some scrumptious goodies, then so be it! 

On Saturday the groom-to-be’s mother threw Steph a “personal shower”.  That means ooh la la lingerie. Oh what fun horror of horrors!  I so do not want to see my sister in anything she may be wearing to the bedroom, or taking off in the bedroom. Thanks, but no thanks.  When it came time to buy her a gift I told her to pick something out and find me when it was time to pay.  I stood in the corner and played games on my Blackberry until she got me. 

So at the party was my mom, the BMs, the groom-to-be’s mother, sister and brother’s girlfriend, along with the mother of a long-time friend of ours (who I was just meeting that day!).  Everyone joked about how “embarrassing” this was going to be and giggled with the best of them, but really everyone just thought this was “sweet”.  Everyone except this girl right here *I am pointing to myself* .  I look like I did when I got back from Cuba.  Sunburned.

I would like to blame it on the rash I broke out in that very morning due to some drywall dust and a makeup brush, (story for a different day) but alas, I cannot.  I was just plain embarrassed.  Although there were two really awesome things that helped ease the pain.  One was the desserts that were home made and delicious!  The other was seeing my sister in a veil, even if it is a paper plate and tissue one (thanks to Elizabeth who put it all together).  She absolutely refuses to wear one at the wedding.  Ha!  Now instead of thinking about you in a pretty veil, it will forever be in this hot mess. 

Yeah, That Just Happened!