Wednesday, 26 August 2009

45 days to go...

Well, I've got 45 days left on my countdown. Am I getting anything done? No, not really.

The reply cards are coming in at a good pace, last week we got like 3-4 a day, and this week we're getting 7-8 a day. The date to reply by is September 1st, so we'll see how many we get by then and how many are late. So far, we've got 91 people coming...our wedding is turning out to be pretty popular, not very many "Can't Make It" replies! Our reply cards have the options of "Can't Wait!" or "Can't Make It.", which I worried might confuse people, but it seems to be going over okay. It's more confusing for me when Jagger opens a reply and says, "Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Soandso can make it!" And I get confused as to why he says "can make it" instead of, "They can't wait!" Or even just, "They're coming!" It's confusing.

My dress is in, I went to try it on on Friday. It fits okay, but it's pretty big in the hips and waist so it's off to the seamstress to have it taken in. It also sounds like I need to find some new undergarments to get things in the proper place...which is pretty much my worst nightmare. I don't really need to elaborate here, but it's going to be a nightmare finding things to fit. Sigh.

I did manage to find a headpiece though, and I'm pretty happy with it. It's a feathery, flowery thing, nothing too big and nothing too crazy. I don't have a picture of it, but my friend was taking pictures of it and me in my dress at the store, I'll have to get them from her.

I should get back on the ball and get some wedding stuff done, but we've got so much going on in the next little while I'm really not into it. I'm running a yard sale for my mom this weekend (come to Port Franks and take away our junk!) then a bachelorette party in Cambridge. Next weekend is the long weekend and we have a wedding to go to in Cambridge then a 1st birthday party to attend on the Sunday. The weekend after that we have our ball tournament, then another wedding to go to the weekend after that, then my shower, then all of a sudden it's the week before the wedding. It's depressing.

I think most of what I have left to do is detail stuff, so I should be okay. We still have to get Jagger's tux and his ring though, so I guess those are kind of major. I'm sure it will all work out.

I feel like I want a lot of signage at the wedding, which seems weird. The one that I'm having a hard time figuring out is how to label the cupcakes. We're ordering 13 dozen amazing cupcakes from Razzle Dazzle Cupcakes and I'm super excited. They're pretty much the greatest things ever - in life, not just in food. We want to get a bunch of different flavours, but I want people to know what they're getting.

So, my question is thus - do I make some sort of a sign/poster with pictures and explaining what the cupcakes are? Do I try to make little flags for each individual cupcake? Is that too fussy? Am I going to have room on a cupcake tower for all those flags? Do I just let people eat the cupcakes blindly, without any guidance? I'm sure this is something that I'm overreacting about and no one else would notice, but I'm stressing about it.

So, instead of working on that, I'm playing video games. I just got Batman: Arkham Asylum for the PS3 yesterday, and now that's all I want to do. Well, that and go for runs - run away from wedding planning!

Let me know what you think about the cupcakes, I'd love to hear your suggestions!

Thursday, 20 August 2009

Stupid Wedding.

I seem to be at a standstill with the whole wedding thing right now. People keep asking me how the plans are coming and I always answer, "Oh good, the big things are in place, it's really just details now." I have a huge to-do list, but don't seem to be scratching anything off of it. I don't know, I need to finish the rest of my thank you cards, but I have to order more paper for it...and to do that I have to figure out how much paper I need...and to do that I have to sit down and do math...

This is basically where I'm at. I have decisions and projects to make, but I just don't want to do it right now. I'm blaming the weather, it's too hot to plan. '

I've been camped out in bed for most of the week because that's where the air conditioner is. The rest of our apartment has been unbearably hot. Mind you, I could be doing wedding planning in bed, but for some reason a pile of DVD's and a bowl of chips is much more appealing.

Mental note - get up and go for a run tomorrow for pete's sake! I have to get back into a routine for working out, I haven't run at all this week, but I went for a walk last night, so I figured that was enough. Of course, I walked to the comic book store because I knew there was cake there. I did do a couple of lackluster sets with free weights while I watch LOST last night though, so that must count for something.

I'm going to try on my dress tomorrow (!!) so maybe that will get me back on the wedding planning/working out train. Or it will just send me into a spiral of despair, one or the other.

It seems like a lot of my to-do list involves making signs, does that seem strange? I want to make signs for the picture I want to use on our thank you cards (Jagger holding a sign that says "Thank you!" and me holding a sign that says "Merci!"), and I want a sign telling people to sit wherever they like, (But in a cute way, not a bossy way), a sign explaining the different kinds of cupcakes, a sign explaining our time capsule guest book...I feel like it's just an extension of me controlling everything.

In any event, things will get done eventually, and I'll get it together and get things planned, or freak out while doing it.

My mom is having a yard sale next week so I've been cleaning out the apartment getting junk together that I can put in the yard sale. My car is stuffed full of junk to take to her place, it's actually pretty funny to see. Of course, last night when I was taking a dresser out to the dumpster at our apartment I saw a cute pair of end tables that someone threw out. I might have to drag them into the apartment that is approaching being clutter-free...wouldn't Jagger be thrilled?

Tuesday, 18 August 2009


Did anyone watch the new show "Hoarders" on A&E last night? Oh, it's so wonderfully disturbing. As a long time watcher of "Intervention", I'm so happy to see A&E branching out on their shows. Now we have "Obsessed" about the Obsessive-Compulsives and "Hoarders" about the Compulsive Hoarders. If A&E make a show strictly about people with eating disorders, I will be a happy little voyeur.

I don't know what it is about hoarders that fascinates me so much. Maybe it's because I feel like one day I could be one. Sure I like to keep old newspapers, but just ones from important events (or so I tell myself) and sure I like to keep old birthday cards, but I go through them once in a while! I don't know, these hoarders are a special kind of crazy. Last night they had a couple where the wife was a compulsive shopper and the husband was a hoarder, nasty combination. The other person featured on the show was a woman who hoarded food, and it was disgusting. I could not believe the amount of rotting food that she was holding onto, it was hard not to be physically ill while watching it, but I couldn't look away!

Maybe I was just up on my high horse because I was working on a big purge yesterday. My mom is having a yard sale, so I'm happy to donate a lot of stuff. I'm trying to clear things out that we don't need to make room for the inevitable pile of things we'll be getting from showers and the wedding etc.

How about you? Did you watch "Hoarders"? Are you into that kind of thing, or is the more traditional meth/heroin addicts of "Intervention" more your thing? Me, I love the hoarders and the eating disorders. Maybe that's a sign that there's something wrong with me.

Monday, 17 August 2009

Finally, some sun!

Hello, all! Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I had a lovely weekend. I left work early on Friday to go to the passport office and was in and out in 15 minutes, what a start. Then Jagger and I went to Red Lobster for lunch (mmm, lobster pizza), I took a quick nap and we went to the Hyland for a matinee showing of "Whatever Works". I love Larry David, it was strange seeing him playing someone other than himself though. But, in this movie he basically plays Woody Allen, so it wasn't much of a stretch. It was pretty entertaining, we both liked it. After the movie, we impulsively decided to buy DVD's and went and got Season 2 of Flight of the Conchords and I Love You, Man. Our evening was capped off with I Love You, Man and I fell asleep to The Food Network and Jagger played Wii Sports Resort until 2:00 in the morning. Lovely.

Saturday I got up early to go for a run and cleaned the apartment, then we went to mom's. That afternoon we had a beach party to go to. It was awesome to sit out on the beach, drink some beer, enjoy the water and the sunset. It was a party thrown by the justice of the peace who will be marrying us, and she has a beautiful place on the lake, just an awesome set up. Keg fridge everywhere! We had an awesome dinner of Greek food too, it was a great night.

Sunday we had another barbeque at a trailer at Paradise Valley. It was a staff party for my former officemates, who are now Jagger's coworkers, so I get to tag along. It's always so nice to get to see those girls, and we had a great time enjoying the sun there too. I made my nacho dip and a peanut-butter brownie pie, which both went over well. I was running around all morning making them though, since of course I left going to the grocery store until the last minute, silly me.

It was just so great to get out of the city and spend some time outside, we definitely made the most of the sun!

Today I got the email saying that my wedding dress is in - yay! This is the big thing for me, the thing that will make everything seem really real. I'm going to try it on on Friday afternoon, so hopefully it all goes smoothly and it doesn't need too many alterations.

In other wedding news, I had a bunch of invitations returned in the mail last week, not exactly what I wanted to find in the mailbox. In any event, they were all my grandma's friends, so I just brought them to her and she'll deliver them for me. So once again, I've gotten rid of all my invitations. We've only gotten one "Can't Make It" so far (as opposed to "Can't Wait!"). The reply cards seem to be coming in pretty steadily, it makes the mail fun again! It's nice to have something other than bills in the mailbox!

The ball is rolling on my shower/bachelorette party as well, which is my biggest stress. I think it's stressing me out so much because I'm not controlling it. I'm sure it will all be fine though, I just need to stop thinking about it. It's on September 26th, which is only 2 weeks before the wedding, so I'm sure I'll need something to take my mind off everything by then.

How was everyone else's weekend? I hope everyone got to enjoy the sun!

Friday, 14 August 2009


So today is the anniversary of the blackout, which means that I get to roast in the office since the lights and air conditioning has been turned down. Yay environment. Anyway, since the blackout has become one of those definining moments, I thought I would share where I was when the blackout hit.

I was moving. What luck, right? Yes, the day of the blackout was the day I moved to an apartment in London. My first two years of university I did a room and board thing with someone my mom knew in London, but for the second two years I lived in an apartment with a (mildly crazy) roommate. As I'm sure you'll recall, the day of the blackout was a scorching day. It was insanely hot when we loaded things up to take to my new apartment on Huron Street. When we got there, my roommate had already been staying there a night or two without any furniture, TV or anything. We moved in my stuff and then found out that all of her things were in a storage unit way out by the 401 and apparently we were there to help her move in as well. Sigh, I should have seen the start of the problems. So after a few sweaty hours of moving things in, my mom was calling it quits and heading back home, and my boyfriend at the time and I were heading north of the city to pick up a bed from some people. So we head out of the city north on Adelaide, pick up the bed no problem. The people mentioned that their hydro was out, but we didn't think anything much of it. On our way back into the city, we noticed that street lights are out. Huh, that's strange, we thought. The farther we got, the more widespread we noticed things were. It took forever to get back to Huron Street, and when we arrived we realized the power was out there as well.

Which meant that the elevator wasn't working.

And my apartment was on the 6th floor.

And there was no way that I was dragging a bed up 6 flights of stairs.

So we kept the bed in the truck and went upstairs to check on my crazy new roommate. She said the power went out about 10 minutes after we left, which meant I had been that close to getting stuck in a million degree elevator.

We ended up leaving her there in that incredibly hot apartment, since I wasn't actually moving into the place until the end of the month, I just wanted to do the moving of things early. I don't know how she entertained herself in there for a few days, I'm sure I don't want to know.

We had to truck the bed back to my mom's place to store it for a week or so until things got settled and we could use the elevator again.

What I'll never forget about the blackout was when I finally got in touch with my mom. As you remember, cell phones were totally shot that afternoon because so many people were trying to use them. When I finally talked to my mom about the blackout, she said the first thing that she thought of when she heard how widespread the blackout was, wasn't the thought of terrorists (like most people thought right away). No, my mom's first thought was alien invasion, thanks to the release of the movie "Signs" earlier that summer. Wonderful.

What were you doing when the blackout hit?

Thursday, 13 August 2009


Last night I got some wedding crafting done, just paper stuff. I made some thank you cards for my bridal shower thing (which is causing me extreme amounts of stress), started some thank you cards for the wedding and assembled some ceremony programs. Things are moving along well. I had a minor craftfail with the wedding thank you cards though, thanks to my stupid ideas.

I had this great idea for a card from this book, DIY Bride, that I was excited about. It's basically a plain card and you put your picture on the front then make a little cover for the picture that gets tied together and opens up to reveal the picture. It's called a peek-a-boo card and is terribly cute. I don't have any pictures of an assembled one though, we'll see how it goes. I might have to scrap the whole peek-a-boo part and just make it a boring card since I screwed it up royally last night. What was worse was my attempt at sewing. I got this great idea that since I was using brown card stock for the base of the card, I would put a piece of cream card stock on the inside as my writing service. Then I thought it would look just great if I sewed that cream card stock down using a contrasting colour thread. I don't know where I get these ideas from. Needless to say, it ended terribly, with a broken needle on my sewing machine and a mangled card. I didn't take pictures of that either, it was too pathetic. So, it's back to standard double stick tape for me!

My other craftfail, I did take a picture of. It's just so sad that it's funny. I love the button and felt flowers that Princess Lasertron makes. Here's an example of what I was trying to do...

Shut up, right? Isn't it adorable? I love these flowers so, so much, but sadly can't afford them. She has DIY kits for sale on but they're $130, and I thought, "Psht, I can do that."

I was wrong.

Here is what I came up with.

It's blurry, but seeing it more clearly does not make it any more cute. As you can see, I didn't even finish my sorry attempt at embroidery because it was just too embarrassing. Definite craft fail.

I didn't even have a plan for what to do with these amazing flowers I thought I could bang out, so I guess it isn't too much of a loss, just a few dollars spent on felt and embroidery thread. It's embarrassing though, just awful.

I guess I'm not meant to sew anything for this wedding.

Wednesday, 12 August 2009


So, for many reasons, I've been super broke these last couple of weeks. Just coming back from vacation and everything else has added up to me being pathetic. Normally I'm okay from paycheque to paycheque, but this one was rough, I haven't been this broke for a while. So, of course it makes sense that this is when I run out of makeup.

I haven't really worn makeup for about 3 weeks now. I ran out of primer a little while ago, and I always figure I can live without it for a bit, until the next pay or something. Then I ran out of foundation. After carefully scraping out the bottle with Q-tips for a few days, I had to admit defeat. See, the problem is that I wear somewhat expensive makeup. My skin is stupid, and breaks out easily. I've found that Smashbox stuff works the best, it keeps my skin clear and lasts for a long time (not long enough though, obviously) and gives me everything that I need. The problem is that a bottle of primer is $45 and a bottle of foundation is $45. I shouldn't complain, because they do last a really long time. I think the last time I bought makeup was in March, so that's like 5 months or so. Still, it sucks having to shell out $100 for two tiny little tubes. I also tend to get talked into buying something else, I don't know why. I'm not a big makeup wearer, but I love the idea of makeup. I get all excited over little brushes and wands and all kinds of exciting new things. Smashbox usually has some awesome gift set too, that's like $80 worth of stuff for $30 and then I get suckered into that too. Of course, I might try something new for a week or so, but then it's back to my usual 5 minute routine of primer, foundation, blush (just so I don't look frighteningly pale) and some eye shadow (which I apply using my fingers. I don't know why, but I can't stand putting eye makeup on with a brush). That's it. Putting on eyeliner and mascara is a sign that I'm definitely done up for something.

I'm not against wearing makeup or anything, and I definitely like the look when I do put some effort into it, but the bottom line is that I would rather sleep for five extra minutes than get up and take the time to put on makeup. This would also explain why I get to work at 7:59 every morning with hair that I didn't finish drying and a yogurt in my purse because I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Laziness trumps vanity.

Tuesday, 11 August 2009

Why must I make things so difficult?

In honour of the wedding countdown now being at less than 2 months to go, I present you with my current wedding problem. The most exciting thing wedding-related that's happening this month is my dress comes in! Squee! I'm so excited, I think that's when it will be real for me, when I get to pay a large sum of money as the balance of payment for my dress, and another to get the thing altered. Ahem. Anyway, I'm definitely excited for it to come in, it should be here next week. I have pretty much everything to go with it - shoes (4 1/2 inches in dark turquoise blue satin, baby. On sale!), jewellery (earring from Shy Siren, see below, and a custom bracelet to match it)

But...I don't have a headpiece yet. I've been totally stressing over it. Every headpiece that I find that I like is too expensive ($125 for flowers hot glued to a barrette? I don't think so.) or it's ugly. My dress is a weird colour, "ivory and champagne over light gold", here's a link to it, but it's not in the same colour. I would post a direct picture, but Jagger doesn't want to see the dress (I don't care if he does or not) and I wouldn't want him to wander over here and see it by accident.

So as you can see from the dress, it has those flowers on it, then I've got the coloured jewellery and coloured shoes, so I don't want some big crazy headpiece to go with all this other stuff, or I think it will be too much of "Look at my dress! Look at my earrings! Look at my shoes! Look at my headpiece! Look at me, dammit!" I'm not really that kind of bride.

I like this headband the best so far, but can't find it I kind of feel like I could make it, but I'm probably wrong.

I don't want a big veil, that would drive me crazy, but I want something in my hair. I don't know what I'm doing with my hair yet either, Mom and I are waiting to see what kind of headpiece I end up with before deciding.

This really shouldn't be this difficult, and mom found a hair thing at the bridal shop that she liked, but I think it's ridiculously over priced. I'm hoping that when I go to get the dress when it comes in that I'll just find the perfect headpiece and it'll be all over and done with. My next idea is to save some scraps of the lace from the dress when it gets altered and try to turn that into some sort of a headband. Sound crazy? I kind of think it does, but I'm still leaning towards the idea.

Any suggestions? I feel like the flowers on the dress are really holding me back from having anything else really distracting...this problem is driving me crazy!


This weekend some friends of mine are moving. My friend Jerri is moving to her new place and my friend Dan and his wife, Amanda are moving to their new place as well. While I'm super excited for both of them, and mildly jealous of the upgrading to houses while I'm stuck in a roasting and small apartment, I definitely don't envy them for moving. Honestly, I can't think of anything worse than moving. The only good part about a move is the inevitable purge that comes with it. Every time that I've moved, I've ended up throwing out all kinds of things, the logic being, "I don't want to drag this along, toss it!" Then there's more purging during the unpacking, the "Why did I even bring this? Toss it!" variety. Yet somehow, there always still seems to be too many things to fit into the space. In my case it's space for media. My bookcases are packed to capacity, my DVD hutch it completely full and there seem to be CD's and video games everywhere. I've always said that when we do get a house, I want built-in bookcases so I can put EVERYTHING on them. Now with our (somewhat) new addiction to comic books, I've had to carve out a whole new niche for them. Right now, they're in boxes until we get some bags and boards to set them up properly. Then once the wedding is over, they'll take over the small bookcase that has become wedding central. Sigh.

Our apartment is seriously small, and it's definitely not getting any bigger. I keep rearranging things to try to make room for wedding stuff, but there's only so much I can do. A house may not be a possibility in the immediate future, we may have to wait a year or so (we'll see what the old bank says) but I'm really against a move before we move to a house. We've toyed with the idea, moving to a bigger apartment for a year or so and then moving on to a house, but I just can't be won over by the idea. I love where our apartment is, how close we are to downtown, and how everything we need is right down the street in one direction or another. Our building is old and has character, and the idea of packing everything up to move to a temporary bigger place, only to pack up after that to move to a house seems exhausting.

Best of luck to you all with your moves this weekend. I'm, uh, busy all weekend, so unfortunately I can't help you with moving. My label maker is available if you would like to borrow it, though! I have my fingers crossed for good moving weather for you all!

Monday, 10 August 2009

Two little jerks.

I haven't talked about my cats yet, which is shocking, because I feel like all I do sometimes is talk about the stupid cats. Jagger and I have two cats, they're brother and sister. They're just over 2 years old now and are so frustrating sometimes. Here's Gibson...

A.K.A. Gibby Goo, Goober, Goober Gus, Goobix Cube, Goodini, Gooseph, Goobert, Goo, Gib, Gibber, Gibby, Goobergus Maximus, Goos...

He's a jerk. He likes to try to wake us up at like 4:00 in the morning, because he thinks he needs to eat. His favourite way to try to wake me up is by knocking everything off of my nightstand, then tapping me on the face until I wake up. He's incredibly restless, never likes to stay in one place. He also has a fondness for shoes and a purple ball. He also loves this cape, look how handsome he thinks he is.

This is Fender...
A.K.A. Fender Lou, Fendi, Fendi Lou, Lou Who, Lous, Fenderella Louisiana, Lou, Fenderella Ella Ella Eh Eh Eh.

She's in love with Jagger. Like, more than a friend. She talks to him all day long and just lives for his attention. She's obviously not quite as active as Gibson, so she's usually busy spooning Jagger while Gibson is trying desperately to wake me up in the morning.

They're idiots and they shed everywhere, but what can you do. The cats own us now, it's out of our hands.

Sunday, 9 August 2009


Ugh, it's hot. And I'm trying so hard not to complain about the heat because all everyone's been saying all summer is how not hot it is. I'm having one of those procrastinating days where you actually get things accomplished just by trying to avoid doing the things you really should do. Case in point, so far today I've done the dishes, cooked breakfast, baked muffins, did the laundry and rearranged the bedroom. What I should be doing is cleaning the apartment, working on something wedding-related and typing transcripts. I type transcripts at home on a freelance basis as sort of a part-time job. The only problem with it is that I have to be sitting while I type (since I use a foot pedal to control the recording) and the desk is in the living room, directly adjacent to the TV. Not so easy to type something while the TV is blaring baseball. Also, the air conditioner is in the bedroom, not the living room. Sigh. If I had more room in the bedroom, then I would gladly move the desk down there, but it's just not an option. One day we'll have a house and I can have a whole office that I can use to type...but then I'll have to think up a new excuse...

What are you all up to on this warm summer day?

Saturday, 8 August 2009

Saturday mornings

I've never been a morning person.  During the week, I wake up and fall back to sleep again 3-4 times over the course of a half hour.  But there is something to be said for waking up early and getting things done.  I love the feeling of waking up and getting things accomplished first thing in the morning.  Today, for example, I got up at 7:00 (I'm aware that this isn't exactly dawn, but it's early for me on the weekends) and went for a run.  I love seeing the different kinds of people who are out first thing in the morning; people in their pajamas walking their dogs, groups of women out for a power walk (who no doubt follow it up with coffee, sweets and gossip), other runners and early morning yard sale hunters.  I live in Wortley Village, which is pretty much the prettiest place in London, if not Southwestern Ontario.  It's so nice to run through it and look at all the lovely old houses and perfect little lawns.  After my run I had time to shower and go to the grocery store to get items to make zucchini bread.  So here I sit, 9:30 in the morning, showered, dressed, zucchini bread in the oven, watching shows from the PVR, waiting to head out to the Graphic Novel Group meeting at 11:00.  Yes, there's something to be said for this feeling.  Normally, I stumble out of bed 45 minutes before I have to go somewhere, giving me just enough time to shower, dress, maybe dry my hair a little bit before running out the door with a granola bar in hand.  If I could only get into the habit of getting up early, I would get so much more done.  I blame my laziness on my bed though.  It's old, a hand me down of a hand me down and leads to many nights of tossing and turning and waking up creaky and older than my time.  I keep telling myself that if I had a better bed, then I could sleep better and therefore require less sleep and get more things done.  The beauty of this theory is that I won't be able to disprove it until long after the wedding when we can actually afford a new bed, so I have many months of being lazy ahead of me.

In other news, check your London Free Press today, my friend Dan Brown (not the DaVinci Code Dan Brown) was kind enough to feature my blog in the Comment section of the paper today.

We're heading to Widder Station this afternoon to check out linens and have some other wedding talk, I'm sure Jagger's thrilled.  Only two months and two days to go, it's coming up quickly.  I've started working on a new craft for the wedding, I'm sure I'll have pictures of what a horrific failure it's turned out to be coming soon!

Have a great day everyone!

Friday, 7 August 2009

An Ode to Starbucks

Once upon a time, I didn't like coffee. I just couldn't stomach the taste of it. Who wants to drink hot bitterness? I just couldn't understand it. After I finished 4 years of University as a total procrastinator (writing all but one essay the night before they were due) I figured I'd made it. If I can make it through that without drinking coffee, then I'm just not a coffee drinker. Cafe mochas and peppermint tea it is! Of course, I came out of University with a moderate to severe addiction to Diet Pepsi. When I was in school, I was drinking an average of 4-6 cans a day. After school, I cut back to 2-3, so I figured I was okay. Then the migraines started. Last summer I started getting migraines on a somewhat regular basis. They're probably partially due to the fact that I still have all my wisdom teeth that tend to shift and give me headaches (like today, for example) but I became convinced it was all the aspartame I'd been consuming. So, I cut out Diet Pepsi, just like that. I stopped drinking it and felt better - yay! I still drink pop on occasion, usually just if I'm at a restaurant or something. We don't tend to keep it at home, even though Jagger likes some pop every now and then. So there I was, drinking peppermint tea all fall/winter like a crazy person. I've always prided myself on not really having any vices to speak of, Diet Pepsi was my only real vice, so I figured I was doing okay. It's better than meth, right? Then the iced coffees started.

Oh, iced coffee. You and I flirted last summer. A sip here, a cup there. Nothing serious, no committment was necessary, just a summer fling. Then I tried you this year. I tried some at Tim Horton's and you were sweet, creamy, cool, delicious. Maybe a little too sweet though, like you were hiding something. Some dark secret hidden beneath all those ice cubes. Then one day I found myself in Starbucks. "Grande iced coffee with milk, please." That's where it all ended for me. I was hooked. The perfect balance of sweet and bitter, ice cold and delicious. And they didn't care if I ordered something annoying like, "Can I get just half a sweetener in that, please?" Then they hooked me on the cookies. "Would you like a nice warm cookie today, ma'am?" I was so excited about the idea of a warm cookie that I forgave the whole "ma'am" thing. When's the last time Tim Horton's offered to warm up your cookie for you? So now I find myself at Starbucks for lunch a few times a week at least, getting my Grande Iced Coffee with milk and a ginger mollasses cookie. I wondered if this new obsession was limited to coffee of the iced variety, or if I could handle a cup of the real hot stuff.

Again, I started slowly. A small cup at the London Majors game with lots of milk and sweetener, seems okay. Then while mildly hung over in Red Lake I had 3 cups of coffee to start the day. Oops, I think I'm a coffee drinker. The bucket of coffee I had at the airport in Winnipeg before heading back to London sealed the deal. I'm a coffee drinker.

So here I am, feeling like a grown up because I can actually drink coffee. It always seemed so unobtainable to me, such a milestone. I haven't reached the point where I have to start my day with a coffee (I still don't own a coffee maker, that's the next thing) but I definitely crave my Starbucks. After 4 days in Northwestern Ontario for vacation, I was definitely ready to be back to the creature comforts of the city, namely my beloved Starbucks.

I never thought I would be one of "those" people who I thought frequented Starbucks. Starbucks people get a bad rap. Sure it can be complicated to order, but all you need to know is what you want and they make it. It's not that bad. You don't have to drink things with shots and foam and whip and non-dairy, they just have those things if you want them. And honestly, you can't get better service. I once had a young man at the drive-thru reply, "That sounds delicious!" when I ordered my iced coffee. Yes, it is delicious, Starbucks Boy. Yes, it is.

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Ta Da!

Well, as promised, here's a picture of the cake topper I made, starring Link and Zelda...

Aren't they cute? I'm quite happy with how it turned out. I got the figures on eBay ages ago and finally put it all together over the weekend. No burns from the hot glue gun either! Yay me!

My original plan was to have Princess Peach and Mario as a cake topper, but Jagger was more excited about Link and Zelda. It's not an easy task getting a man excited about a cake topper, so I figured I would run with it. We're having cupcakes and then we ordered a 6 inch cake for the top of the cupcake tower just so we would have a place for Link and Zelda - plus, you can't have enough cake, right?

So, that's another craft off the list - coming up are headpiece (maybe), guest book (it's a time capsule!) and thank you cards. Things are happening quickly, there's 66 days to go! Hard to believe.

Yesterday I posted about my invitations and my friend Dan commented wondering why girls make such a big deal about the invitations when most people toss them out anyway. I'm one of those people who never throws away wedding invitations (which was quite helpful when I was trying to decide what to put on our invitation, I had a whole little collection to draw information from!). The invitations were important to me, and all the books and magazines tell you that they're important to set the scene for the wedding. An invitation is supposed to not only provide you the pertinent information about the wedding, but also give you an idea of the theme and feel of the wedding. You should be able to tell just by looking at the invitation if the wedding is super fancy, casual and laid back, a themed wedding or whatever other kind of feeling you want to convey. My goal with the invitations was to give the idea of a rustic, elegant wedding. Something in the middle that takes place in the fall, but isn't a "fall" themed wedding - no gourds and hay bales, thanks. I also wanted to introduce the paisley theme into the invitations, which will be repeated in other places at the wedding. So there you go. I've no doubt that most of these invitations will end up in the trash (or recycling) but I can't worry about that. I just hope that when people open them up, they'll see that I put some real effort into the invitations and they'll get excited to see what else we're doing that's personal, unique and crafty!

In non-wedding related news, we went to see "Funny People" last night. I was a little wary about the movie after having read some lukewarm reviews, but was pleasantly surprised. I quite enjoyed it, it had lots of laugh out loud moments (not LOL moments). I love awkward humour. The biggest drawback of the movie would definitely be the length though. It was super long. I would definitely recommend that you skip on the litre of cola for this movie.

Well, the whole blog thing is still a little new to me, but I'm interested to see who's reading. Leave me a comment, let me know what else you want to read about. We're going to see Tool tonight in Toronto - do you want to hear about that? Do you want to hear about how I'm suddenly a coffee drinker after years of resisting? About my new love of comic books? What other books I'm reading? Shows I'm watching? (Hello, True Blood!) I'm trying to avoid posting every time something pops into my head, for fear of becoming Courtney Love (I heard somewhere that she posted like 91 times in one day on her blog...yeah, I'm definitely trying not to be that) so let me know what you're interested in reading!

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Shout out!

Oh, I should give a shout-out to Miss Stacey, my wonderful crafty friend who designed the invites for me! She has all kinds of wonderful stamping news and ideas over at her blog,

Me blogging?

Hello all. So I've had this blogger account for some time now, mainly to follow other people's blogs. I've been resisting the urge to blog because I always figure, "Who wants to read what I have to say?" Then I took a look at how many blogs I check every single day. Well, if I want to read random things that other people like to post, why shouldn't other people like to read what I like to post?
So how does one start? Do I explain who I am? I'm going to assume that if someone is actually reading this, they probably know me already and don't need the, "25 interesting things about me" sort of post. Instead, I'll go with what I've been up to lately.

So I'm getting married in some 67 days and I've really been taking the DIY approach to things. Over the weekend, I finally finally got done with the invitations and I'm really happy with how they turned out. Check it.

This is the outside of the invite, then you open it up and you see...

Voila, lovely pockets and reply cards and maps. I've been working on these stupid invites since like April, so I'm thrilled to dump them all in the mail today and be done with them. Of course, being the crazy person that I am, I already have many other wedding crafts lined up. I made my cake topper on the weekend, but haven't taken a picture of it yet, I can post it later (it's pretty killer though, I must admit!) And I'm thinking about making a headpiece, but that might be stretching it, we'll see.
I can't think of what else I might want to post for now, but let me know if you've read this and what you might want to read about. I'm going to see Funny People tonight, so maybe I'll say how it was tomorrow, or about how I'm going to see Tool tomorrow (!).
Anyway, back to work!