Wednesday, March 21, 2007

In Case You Missed It

Ok, I thought the Governor's Mansion was a big deal. But this is the big time. I got (indirectly) mentioned in Ethan's blog, slcspin.com.

What he says is true.
Rhonda Kamper, Henry the Chihuahua's mom and other supporters organized a rally this weekend in front of the Governor's Mansion. Yep, the day we are getting married there. Reminds me of an Alanis Morisette song or something since Jon and I met volunteering for NMHPU.

Of course, our allies and fellow pet lovers came through in yet another demonstration of how loyal we are to one another, let alone the animals. The rally was kindly rescheduled to take place earlier in the day. Ain’t life grand?!

Wednesday

All of the out of towners’ welcome gift bags are ready. All of the sheets and towels have been laundered. The house cleaners came. The dogs are groomed. The guest counts have been tallied. The musical selections have been chosen. The work at my office has been left for better or worse. The airport itineraries and shuttles are scheduled. The tuxedos are ready to be picked up. My hair is colored. My dress is here. It’s show time folks. Let’s party.

Right after I take a much neeeded nap.

Monday, March 19, 2007

List This

If I never make another list of things to do for the rest of my life, I feel confident that I will have experienced my fair share and then some.

If I never make another list of things to do for Jon, he will love me forever.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

wha, huh?

It's 5:08 a.m. I went to "sleep" at 12:15-ish. This is ridicious. I spent the entire evening working on lists for this and lists for that plus getting the house semi organized so the cleaners can come today. I also spent some time hunting for some important documents that I have somehow hidden from myself in all the chaos. I have looked EVERYWHERE and they are nowhere to be found. I haven't seen them in about 6 weeks so lord knows where they are. Here's a little silent prayer that I can find them....eeegads.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

One Possible Problem

The absolute only possible foreseeable problem with the Cook Islands is that I can't take my animals. Can't think of any other negatives.

Oh, and at some point I have to return home from them.

Shit.

The Heat is On

Long day. More last minute details. Schmetails. Daylight Savings blows. Diet blows. I'm tired. And grumpy. Pooped is a nice descriptive word.

Met with DJ today, chose some song lists. Also paid off reception vendor. Got INS straightened out (the green card is still not here... another blog for another day but at least the boy can get back into the country). Reviewed string quartet selections. Mocked up ceremony program. Worked 8 hours. Buggar.

Semi-coherent cognititive sentiment: Not sure who is bigger clown-- Sean Hannity or Rocky Anderson.

TBD

Brain is Fried

Fried is brain. Brain fried is. Is brain fried? Fried brain is.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007










Brandy & Jeff's Christmas party last year. Fun times! I think we had to leave because one member in our party fell asleep on a downstairs couch, others were slurping down Jagerbombs, and then a huge snow blizzard hit. On the way home we did a 180 in the middle of 1300 south. It was great!
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Ouch


I found this pic in an old album. I'm not sure what's going on. I might have just sucked a lemon. Or broken a little toe.
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Woe is Toe

Update. Toe is indeed broken. Will attempt to scan image so rest of world can enjoy seeing my fractured bone. As most people know, there is not much that can be done to treat a broken baby toe. They taped it to the next toe (official medical term "buddy bandaging") and sent me on my way. Not even any good drugs. The doctor must think that someone who is capable of breaking such a useless bone should not be entrusted with barbiturates. DOH
March 1, 2007

Is it just me or does blogger completely blow as of late? I can't ever get into my account, so it's a wonder I ever post anymore.
The bridesmaids dresses arrived yesterday. Good news and bad news. The bad news is, I took a major digger on the sidewalk in front of the bridal shop (ice patch). Classic. Ate major asphalt and skinned my knee pretty good. It's not that deep a shade of purple, but it sure felt like it would turn blue and disintegrate. Boo. The good news? The dresses are more beautiful than I could have imagined. Majorly pleased. Stoked.


So tonight I go out to the tanning salon. I know, cancer, melanoma, wrinkles, blah blah blah. But let's be honest (and I am crediting my mother with this quote) "Tan fat looks better than white fat. It's unfortunately true. End of discussion. So I get home and slip on something in the doorway to the bathroom (invisible banana peel?) and go spread eagle with both feet crashing into opposite door frames. Picture YMCA meets Saturday night fever, only without the polyester and testosterone. So the baby toe on each foot smashes into opposite door frames as I do the involuntary splits. I lurch forward in effort to save my feet from the impact, and wind up crashing on top of the same knee as last night. I swear to Buddha I am not chemically impaired. Just about as graceful as Chris Farley on crack. I think the pinky toe on my right foot is broken. It's swelling up nicely. I have been ordered to go elevate it and put frozen vegetables on it (we don't pressently have any ice packs). So yeah.

Dumb.
February 23, 2007

Okay, so I have been a total slack ass as of late, but there has been so much going on. Wedding fever over here, the Trolley shootings (total bummer) and last but not least, my office move. The Trolley thing is just awful. So awful that I'm not going to comment. If you want to know about it, click here (KSL).

But today? Today was the big day; the big move. What a mess. I have been weeding out files and papers and so forth from my office little by little over the last several weeks. I threw away two large garbage bags full of CRAP, and brought home about as much, and I STILL think I had more boxes of shit than anyone else. I threw away many of my extraneous personal items, so believe it or not most of the stuff was actual work stuff. Yes, contrary to popular belief, I do actually work when I'm at work.

New office. Very nice Parleys Way locale. Mountain views, large windows. I am with the small lot in the basement offices, tucked away behind row upon row of shelves of city directories and storage files. At first I was a little irked to be shoved away in the basement, but upon further consideration, I think I actually made out better than many of the jokers upstairs. It's fairly large, quiet, right by the bathroom (which I only have to share with one other gal) and I still have an entire wall of window. Still, I couldn't help but feel just a teensy bit like the character Milton in the Mike Judge flick, "Office Space". If you've never seen it, you must go now, immediately and buy, rent, borrow, whatever. Do it. Especially if you work or have ever worked in an office environment. You will laugh your ass off, I guarantee it. So I'll just be mumbling to myself in the basement preparing my new coversheet to the TPS reports. I don't have a red stapler, but something can be arranged. My stapler is actually black, but it IS a Swingline…(the last two sentences will only make sense if you've seen the movie)….

Bridal portraits tomorrow. Early nail appt., then hair & makeup, then the shoot. Definitely not a typical excursion for me. I am by far more comfortable BEHIND the camera, but I think I can manage. I can't believe we are only a month out. Can we go to the Cook Islands already?

So after a full week of work, full day of moving, I am beat and I'm off to chill with the dogs and cats. Ciao.

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