Forty days to go!

So here I am, with a brand-spanking-new blog layout! Isn't it marvelous?

I've been neglecting my blog, because I kind of went a little kamikaze with a wedding-only blog. But do you know what? I love this blog. I'm sad that I neglected it. And so now I have closed up shop on the wedding-only blog, and...um...you'll just have to see all my wedding junk here.

But just think of it this way- the wedding's in forty days, so it can't be that...

OH. MAH. GAH. FORTY DAYS.

It seems like it was just yesterday that I was whining to Patrick about how our engagement was going to last forever. "Engagement Purgatory," I called it. And it was most unpleasant. I don't recommend long engagements. Give yourself just enough time to plan, and then be DONE.

But in any case, there's forty days until the wedding. It's time for this sassy-pants'd girl to kick it into MAJOR HIGH GEAR!

BE PREPARED

I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A SUPER AWESOME OVERHAUL.

So, um, stay tuned.

YOWZAS!

To quote one of my best friends...HOLY SPAM!

I've been sadly neglecting my blog lately (a wedding in 54 days can do that to ya), but imagine my delight and astonishment when I open up my inbox to 16 glorious comments!

Literally, folks, my eyes are boggling.

It's all thanks to the wonderful Lynnette Kraft. I signed up for her fabulous "Getting to Know YOU!" thingamabob...and then, like the daydreamy gal I am, promptly forgot all about it.

Gah. Gotta work on that.

But it has been so encouraging to get all those fun and funny comments. I've been rather stressed lately, and this has perked me right up!

So thank you so much, everybody!! I'm going to do my best to write back to each and every one of you lovely people!!

Now that I have time to blog! (and Musical Monday)

OH MY GOSH I HAVE NOT BLOGGED IN DECADES.

Seriously.

In all fairness, though, life has been terribly busy. Guys and Dolls wrapped, we went through Wolf Calls and Pig Tails, and oh, yeah, I had to make twelve dresses and four pairs of knee britches in the span of two and a half weeks. I just about exploded.

But I'm back now, happily celebrating the one-year anniversary of my blog! But right now, I'm too sleepy to really talk much. So I leave you with my Musical Monday, which brings back memories of my parents on Christmas. I hope it makes you giggle like a small precocious schoolgirl.

Oh, sad day...

So I really want to be a Bee.

I opened Weddingbee to see this morning that Miss Rainbow has been claimed.

She is also twenty-two.

She is also having an Alice in Wonderland wedding.

Crap.

Oh, well. I'm still going to hold out hope. My wedding has slowly become more retro than Alice, anyways. And I still feel like I have something unique to offer the Hive. Plus I'm a reliable blogger, and I feel like I have a good writing style.

I'm also pulling for the fact that I'm a March bride, and right now there is neither a March bride nor a February bride. That's a two month lull with no weddings, y'all! Maybe they'll be like, "Uh...no March brides...um...oh, well, let's just take her!". And I would rejoice.

I'm also hopeful because I sent my application in September...and haven't heard anything back yet. I mean, they didn't send my rejection letter right away. That's a good sign, right?

When I applied the first time (because yes, I've been rejected before), they waited about a month to very gently turn me down. I deleted the email because it made me sad, but I recall them saying that they did like my blog and asked me to apply again. So that's another good sign, right?

Since my first application, I've changed my blog layout, worked on updating regularly, and tried to make my voice as distinct as possible. And I've tried to make it very personal. My competitive nature has driven me on more than one occasion to check out blogs of other brides who applied and were rejected from being a Bee, and I've noticed that most of the girls who are rejected have lovely blogs full of lovely wedding-related entries, but there's just not much personal material. Hopefully that'll help me. Unless I'm too personal...and are you even allowed to blog about applying to Weddingbee? I don't know. I might have broken a taboo. But I neeeed to blooooog. It cheers me up to write.

I think the Bees are still checking out my blog. (At least I hope they are.) I hope they don't judge me too much for writing an entry about applying. I hope they like me. I hope they pick me. (I really really do!)

So yeah. I'm rather mopey at the moment. But I shall still hold out hope! I think I have a shot.

And if I get rejected again, I can always apply again. :)

imma stalker...

P and I are still doing our level best to figure out who gave us a diamond wedding band. We have some theories, but no definite leads. I think we should call in Grissom. He could figure it out. Because he's awesome like that.

I spent way too much time on wedding websites. Way too much. But I revisited my all-time favorite wedding-blog-saga: Ms. Candy Corn on Weddingbee. Her wedding is amazing. Besides, I think we could be friends in real life. Granted, I don't talk about poop quite as much and my home-decor stylings aren't nearly as amazing, but I think we could have a great Facial-Expression-Off. (Like the Walk Off in Zoolander, only with faces.) My Pirate!Face vs. her Muppet!Face? It's a close one.

(I'm the one on the right. We had Little Kid Field Trip Day to the science museum last winter. Was it amazing? I should say so! And my facial expression over the top? I would be disappointed if it wasn't.)

(That's one of my besties/BMs, Ary Roses, by the way.)

I got my coupons for Michaels, so I can get invitation gear! I was going to do that tonight...but I forgot. Maybe I can run out and do it super fast. At least I can get one kit...I can examine it closely and admire its various part and figure out how, in the name of all that is holy am I going to print all of these, and personalize them.

I'm trying to beef up my Project Wedding blog. It's rather sparse at the moment. Hopefully it'll be up and running and looking lovely...as soon as I find a picture of our church.

Hair Dramaz Part III and Opening Weekend

Unfortunately, I don't have a picture, but my hair is...well, decent. I dyed it Natural Medium Brown (or Truffle, in Garnier language)...but it still came out really dark. Darker than I would like, to be honest. That first morning after I dyed it, I was a bit shell-shocked when I looked in the mirror. I was so shell-shocked, in fact, that I scrubbed it twenty times with Pantene that morning.

Twenty. I counted.

The color has softened a little bit, but it's still quite dark. A lot of people have told me they like it, but I just don't think it's flattering on me. Maybe if I had a warmer shade of brown, so it didn't make me quite as gothicky-pale. It's all good, though. I'm going to dye it red again as soon as possible.

Also, you might have noticed that my blog got revamped. Again. I just felt that the new layout was too cluttered, and I like this one a lot better. It just looks cleaner and prettier.

And now for the big story...

Beau Jest opened on Friday night, and it was fabulous! Dress rehearsal on Thursday night was rough, unforgivably rough. We had done well on Wednesday night, and I think we allowed ourselves to coast on Thursday, instead of focusing and bringing up the energy. So we were all nervous on Friday night. But it turned out to be great! The audience loved it and we had a blast playing off of each other. Of course, we had the requisite bloopers- parsley didn't make to the stage, lines were dropped, lines were swapped ("Can you get impersonated for arresting a Jew in this state?"), stuff fell over, an earring got stuck in my hair...you get the picture. But it was still great.

The greatest moment happened on Saturday night. Jake, our TD, came backstage to check up on us. I asked him how I was doing, as he's been the most forthright about my performance. He told me I was doing great and that I didn't need to worry. Then he turned to the others and said, "You need to focus more and be careful. She's stealing the show from the rest of you."

High praise!!!! Especially from Jake!!! I was incredibly excited.

I think it's my hair, though. Seriously. On Saturday night, I got a laugh on my entrance. My hair is absolutely enormous. It's teased within an inch of its life and shellacked with enough hairspray to prevent it from moving in a hurricane.

But now it is late. And I have to sleep, so I can finish my red coat tomorrow morning. And clean my room. And clean my bathroom.

Oy.

Aaaand...things are looking up.

So yeah. Gap in blogging.

It's all good, though. 'Sall good.

As you've probably noticed, there's been a revamp of the blog layout. I got tired of the old one...and the old name. Thus, my blog has received its fourth name change. Good job, blog. Good job. I'm still working the bugs out, though, so bear with me.

I'm working on transferring the meager contents of my sewing blog onto this one. Goodness knows I have enough trouble updating one blog, much less two. So be prepared for blathering about sewing projects showing up on here.

Rehearsals for Beau Jest are progressing really nicely...which is a good thing, because the show opens in two weeks. Two weeks! Yikes. Oh, well. It's going to be fun. And do you know what else is fun? Dying my hair super super dark chocolatey brown for the show, because I need to look like Erin's mother, and goodness knows my hair isn't nearly as dark as hers.

(I've used the phrase "goodness knows" twice in the past two paragraphs. How old school am I?)

Oh, well.

I've got some sewing projects to work on, so get ready! I'll post them as soon as I can.

Whuch means that could be anytime in the next three months. Who knows?

So guess who forgot she had a blog?

*sigh*

I meant to update. I really did. But Disney World is so crazy...and I was so tired...that...well, things didn't go quite as well as I had planned when it came from the blog-writing-front.

So yeah.

Now I'm going to work harder on blogging. Because I like blogging. And I really ought to keep up with it.

I'm going to do a big revamp of the blog layout too. It's time for a change.

In the meantime, here's what I've been up too:

-I got seasonal status at Disney World!

-Patrick came with the rest of my family to pick me up from Orlando, and I had a deliriously happy time dragging him around the parks.

-On a side note, P has a job! He's working at Target full time in the electronics department. He lurves it, and he gets good hours. So yay!

-We drove home last Sunday. Thirteen hours. In the minivan. Whole family. Yeah. It was great.

-I arrived home...to discover a car! I am now the proud and pleased owner of a 2006 PT Cruiser. The color is called "cool vanilla." I named it the Mach 5, even though El Padre calls it the Mach 2 1/2.

-I've lost around twelve pounds. Well, somewhere between ten and fifteen. I feel like I look a lot thinner.

-I'm all set for my very last semester of school. I'm really excited about graduating. Like seriously. Ready to get out of here.

-I started rehearsal for Beau Jest. It's marvelous. Simply marvelous. I'm having a ball already!

So yeah. Hopefully this semester will go well.

Bother bother bother...

Guess who has been a bad blogger?

*sighs*

That would be me.

I was getting so good at it too!

Oh, well. I'm not going to kick myself too much about it. After all, I've been working full time at a crazily hectic job that involves running around in the blazing Florida sun all day. By the time I get home, blogging is the last thing on my mind.

("Dinner" comes first, followed by "vegging out" at a close second, with "collapsing into bed" completing the trifecta.)

(Also, spellcheck is trying to tell me that "trifecta" is not a word. It so is...)

I love working at Disney, but sometimes I just need a break to sit around and do absolutely nothing. Which is precisely what I did the past two days. Literally. I sat on the couch and watched Golden Girls, Bridezilla, and Total Drama Action while playing Sims 2 for most of my weekend. It was pretty funny because every time Carissa and her boyfriend walked in or out of the apartment I would be sitting in the same spot, but usually wearing different clothes.

But yeah. Things are settling. I'm applying for seasonal status soon, so I can go back to the Great Movie Ride. (I was going to do it this week, but I didn't. See above paragraph). Patrick has a full-time job, FINALLY! He's working in the electronics department at Target. And he's probably going to get enough time off to go to Drew's wedding and come visit me, which makes me so happy I could probably explode. Wedding plans are coming along swimmingly, now that we have permission to flip the Great Hall for the reception. And I'm losing weight, which is fantastic. I've now hit the 20-lbs-lost mark (from my heaviest documented weight), plus I had to buy a new belt, which is a size SMALL.

So yeah. Things are going well. I'll try to update more often now, especially since I have some great guest stories: bad ones, good ones, and high-larious ones.

What starts with 'b'?

I was tagged by Lora over at Take Me the Way I Am to do this so...here are ten things I love that start with the letter B!!

(this is just like Sesame Street!)

#1: Baking: I absolutely LOVE baking. I started with biscuits at the tender age of eight, and then moved onto cookies, then cakes, then pies. Mm, pies.

#2: Books: That was my first word. Not even kidding. I was sitting in my crib when my mom came in and I pointed to my bookshelf and said "books!". She handed me one, and then I said "thanks!". Polite and well-read at an early age. But seriously, love me some books. I currently have shelves that wrap around my room that are nearly full of books.

#3: Bridal...ness: I made up a word. I've had two years to revel in being a bride-to-be, and I've got one more to go. I really enjoy all the white, fluffy goodness.

#4: Bubble baths: Ooh, I got four b's out of that one! But yes, nothing is nicer than a bubble bath. :)

#5: Babies: Oh, how I love babies. P and I want five of them. :)

#6: Brown...as in Jason Robert: All right, so I cheated a little bit, but he is one of my all time favorite Broadway composers. He did Parade, Last Five Years, Songs for a New World...and he plays the piano.

#7: Braids: I love braiding my hair, even if it doesn't necessarily suit me. Actually, my hair's braided right now. And I am LOVING IT.

#8: Babbling: It's true. Whether I'm talking or writing, I love it when words are just comin' out. :)

#9: Bows: Not even kidding. I love bows. Any kind of frippery, actually.

(also, who else loves the word "frippery"?)

And finally:

#10: Blogging: What would I be like without a fun place to babble?

All right...if your name begins with C, K, A, or D, I wanna see you do this!! And your letter is...L!

Still feeling dumb

I remembered some of my blog links, but not all of them. Still feeling stupid...

But on the non-stupid side of things, I fixed the link in the previous post. So now everyone but Patrick can see the wedding dresses I tried on!

You know, I never thought I'd say this, but getting evicted from Fanning might be one of the best things that could have happened to me. Weird, isn't it?

I'm going to live at home next semester, which means I'll commute, which means I need a car. Finally, I'll have a car! And because it looks like I'll have classes only on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, I won't be required to go to chapel, and I can get a real job, instead of sitting in the lobby for seven hours a week. And none of this would have happened if I was staying in Fanning for another semester.

And...uh...yeah.

That's about all that's going through my mind right now.

That, and I need to refill my Bubba Keg. You want to drink more water, buy a Bubba Keg. Seriously. I refilled it four times yesterday, and that thing is 34 oz.

Good news and bad news

Bad news: I am an idiot.

I accidentally deleted 75% of the links on my blogroll.

Sadness much.

I'll have to go back and fix that.

Good news: I have pictures of me in wedding dresses!

PATRICK TREVATHAN, DON'T CLICK THIS LINK!!!

Time? What time?

So my little sister will NOT LET ME ON THE COMPUTER.

But it's all good. She's leaving for Paris on the 27th and'll be gone for over a week.

So...there'll be more updates then. ^_^

I was going to write a serious blog

Really. This was going to be a serious entry, but I don't feel like making people read something serious. Not that many people read this blog, but still. Exam week is not the time for serious things. Exam week is the time for ordering pizza and watching Arrested Development marathons.

And studying. That too.

I'm trying to figure out if CSI is on. I used to watch that show with one of my former roommates, and she kinda got me hooked on it. After I stopped cringing, that is. I can be a bit squeamish. Spike usually shows marathons of it, so I just turn it on and let it play. But right now they're showing wrestling. Boo hiss. No CSI fix for me.

I dreamed I had a baby last night. It was really disconcerting. I was never pregnant or went into labor or anything. I just woke up (in the dream) and P was like "Hey...here's our son." And I was like "Whoa...crap." We named him Charles Ian Nicholas Trevathan. Which is weird, because Ian isn't even on our list of names. (I know...we're not even married and we've already thought about baby names...better to think about it now. At some point I'll tell the story of how my parents picked out my name.) But yeah.

That isn't the first time I dreamed about having a baby. I once had a dream that we had triplets, and I was still asleep when they wrote the names on the birth certificates. So P named them Gertrude, Catalina, and...I think the third one was Hortense or something ridiculous like that. And then he didn't know why I was mad. He thought he did a good thing. Thank goodness he's so much smarter than that in real life.

Although he did sleep through his alarm and slept through an exam again. And he might read this entry, which makes me feel bad, but I do need to talk about it and get the angst out of my system. He has to take the class again, making it the third time, and he absolutely hates the class, so he's going to be miserable. And I'm sad because I've been working super hard in my classes so I can graduate on time and get better grades in case I want to get my master's later on, and he slept through an exam. Again.

It's also disappointing that I do my best to spend as little money as possible, and I took the only job I could- working at 7am in the lobby of my dorm. I have to get up early every morning and sit there for less than minimum wage. I make very little, but I have over $200 saved up so far, just from this semester of eleven hours of work a week. And he hasn't saved up anything. But he bought an Xbox 360 and a bunch of games (and video games can be really pricey.)

I just don't know. I just hope he's not mad at me for writing this. I love him to death and I'm so happy we're getting married. But I can't help but feel a little resentful that I put so much pressure on myself to make sure we're prepared to get married and give up so many things I want because I'm thinking about what's best for us, and while he does think about our future, he doesn't feel the pressure that I do and therefore doesn't feel the obligations to give things up.

I don't know. Is this a guy's thoughts vs. girl's thoughts kind of deal? Or is it a typical engaged couple thing? I know financial problems are a major strain on married couples, so that's something we should work through before we're married. But really, I don't know how to talk to him about it. We kind of have, but I felt so guilty that I let it drop before we reached a real conclusion.

To put it a little differently- I used to buy $30-$80 worth of fabric and sewing supplies every month. I started cutting back, but last summer I made a conscious effort to stop. I didn't buy anything sewing related for about two months, and now I go shopping just when I need it, and usually just for one project at a time. I wish he would make the same choice with his video games. I did it because I love him, and I want us to not start our married life without any money at all. I want him to make the same choice for me.

So this did turn into a serious post. Not the serious post I intended, but still. Oh, well. I feel a little better now, at least.

Also, I think P should start a blog. It would be fun. He would never rememeber to update, but it would be fun.

Revamp!

I fixed up my blog! What do you think?

Sixteen Things You Didn't Know About Me

This has been running all over Facebook, and everyone's tagged me. So yeah. It's here, too. Just following the trend mindlessly...and it's fun!

1) I flipped off a bicycle when I was eleven and cracked my skull. I swore I would never ride a bike again...but somehow a pink Schwinn ended up on my Christmas list for this year.

2) I was not allowed to watch most Disney films when I was a child. In fact, I didn't see The Little Mermaid until I was fifteen. Maybe that explains some of my obsession...

3) I was so sure I would never get married that I made a plan- graduate with degrees in theater and art, work as storyboader and scratchtrack artist in LA, and start adopting kids once I turned 30. Now my plan is to graduate with a degree in theater next December, get married on March 13, 2010, get a theater-related job, and start a family a few years after that. I like that plan a lot more.

4) Other teenagers rebel with sex, drugs, and alcohol. (Who was waiting for "rock 'n' roll? Ooooh, got you.) I rebelled by purchasing Harry Potter paraphernalia.

5) I just started writing two blogs- a normal everyday life blog (http://charmypants.blogspot.com), and one with all of my sewing projects (http://gidgettwidgett.blogspot.com).

6) I sew a lot, but I only started sewing about a 1 1/2-2 years ago. But I'm trying to get to the point of making most of my own clothes, and I'm starting to make custom stuff for people.

7) I spent three years developing and writing a book, which I finished in June. Now I'm working on the second in the 12-book series, and I hope to get it published. Also, the main character's house really exists. Look for the purple Victorian on Hillsboro; it's exactly where I imagine Beatrice lives.

8) I am in love with names. I have a running list of my favorites, so when Patrick and I have babies, they will have heavily embroidered names. Top favorites at the moment: Colin, Gabriel, and Leo for boys, and Avonlea, Alice, and Lucy for girls.

9) I am addicted to Sprite. I am getting to the point that I drink Sprite the way Rose drinks Dr. Pepper. Not quite to the same extent yet...but close.

10) I easily obsess over things. I become a fangirl to the nth degree. It can get pretty crazy sometimes, but I'm not nearly as bad as I used to be. Which is scary, if you know how obsessive I can be now.

11) I was classified as clinically depressed at the age of eleven and put on a suicide watch, but showed signs as early as six years old. Whoa, heavy. Let's go back to the fun stuff.

12) Since I'm a quarter-inch shy of being 5'0", I'm legally classified as a midget. I can get a handicapped pass just for being freaking short!

13) I've wanted to be a voice actress since I was but a wee lass. When people ask me why I watch so much animation, I tell them it's market research. And now I can identify almost any voice actor. I even identified Jason Mardsen on a gasp.

14) I've wanted a teacup shorthair Yorkshire Terrier since I was seven years old. I've never had a pet (besides the ant farm I accidentally killed as a kindergartner), so I've talked Patrick into letting me get one after we're married.

15) A lot of people tease me about being a 1950s housewife. But I secretly love it. The cooking, the sewing, the plans for babies, the constant wearing of cutesy dresses...I like all those things. So it's all good.

16) I'm getting married in one year, three months, one week, five days, and seven hours. And no, I am NOT making my wedding dress, despite pressure to do so. Do you think I want to go through my last semester of school, two or three shows, last-minute wedding planning, house hunting, job hunting, AND making a ginormous wedding dress? No, thank you.