I’m at that part of the day where I’m WAY over productivity and looking for things to do to pass the time so you get to hear me ramble. YAY!

Before I begin, BIG NEWS! Guillermo proposed to Sandra. Congrats to you two! I love you both very much and I’m SO happy that the two of you are heading down this path. And not just because I get to do wedding stuff’s with somebody else who has infinitely better taste and style than I do while I plan my own (Although, that IS a big part of it. I need all the guidance I can get, ya know.. ;)) but because you two are “The Perfect Couple”. Often times I feel like people just don’t understand my feelings for Ben. How deeply the love goes. How I want want’s best for him and our family with every single fibre of my being. And when I see some of the superficial CRAP, and women who get engaged just to get married and I want to strangle them, I think about you two. Because I know that you two have that also. When you look at eachother, when you steal a smile when you think nobody is looking, when Sandra calls Guillermo G-Tard and REALLY MEANS it but STILL has that look in her eye, THAT’S true love. Congrats, again. To both of you AND to Oso (He’s totally wearing a tux right??)!

I didn’t mention this earlier because I wanted to get some good “look” photos taken with it, but my Barbie Loves MAC came in last Friday. But.. I hadn’t showered in two days and people were vacating houses in a four block radius from the smell and I was scared to let its perfect cuteness touch me in that state. heh Then Saturday I was too busy soaking up Ben cuteness to bother taking pictures. Three days in a house with a sick child will do amazing damage to a person’s mental wellbeing. Especially when the person has little wellbeing to begin with. Then Sunday I went into a sudden house cleaning panic. You know, cups needed to be lined up according to capacity, height and color. And there were canned vegetables mixed in with the canned fruit *shudder*. And it had been far too long since I’d scrubbed every outlet and light switch in the house with a Magic Eraser. And since it seemed silly to stop there, I cleaned them all up after that with Clorox wipes. Then the floor in the dining room looked dirty so I Wet Swiffered every floor downstairs. The day continued that way till I realized at 11:00PM that MAYBE I SHOULD JUST STOP!

So I did.

My makeup Sunday looked REALLY REALLY cute, though. I used four colors from the Barbie collection and every time I passed by a mirror, I couldn’t help but be happy that the little plastic bitch exists. (Yes, I called Barbie a bitch. Because if a person walked by and was anatomically perorational to her, had her flawless skin, amazing wardrobe, a shoe collection that ANYBODY would be jealous of, a garage full of cars, AND her very own MAC collection, well I’d call her that. And any female that says otherwise is a LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!) So, I was going to take a picture of said cuteness but didn’t remember till it was 11:00PM and I was in the shower scrubbing all the toxic cleaning supplies off of me and it was too late. But I promise it was really really cute!

To make up for it, I took a shot of what the MAC obsession currently looks like and a close up of the Barbie goodness. And I’m ready to admit I have a problem. It’s moved past the sense of pride I get when people comment on the pictures with “OMG! So jealous!”, to the knowledge that YES IT MIGHT BE A PROBLEM. And if you have info for a support group feel free to send it my way. TeeHee.

So maybe giving up coffee wasn’t the best idea when I’m in the midst of the worst PMS I can remember having since that time I was 15 and called my mom a bitch for doing my laundry for me. HOW DARE SHE happen to be washing the shirt I wanted to wear RIGHT THEN!? Like, my entire social life depended on that shirt being clean and on me and baring just enough stomach to be “daring” but not enough to be “whore” and what if the guy of my dreams didn’t see me in THAT SHIRT which I just KNEW was going to be the shirt that made him fall in love with me so we could grow up and get married and have babies and my last name would look so cute if I dotted the ‘i’ with a heart like I’d practiced ALL DAY LONG when you COULD have been washing my shirt and now my LIFE IS OVER AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!!! *door slam*

Yeah, it’s been that bad this week. Yesterday my uterus started contracting with enough force to have pushed out an entire herd of cattle. And a matching farmer. I haven’t given in though. I’ve gone 5 entire days without a single sip of coffee and somehow at the end of this five days, Ben still want’s to marry me. THAT’S an amazing man right there, folks. Simply amazing.

The other night I was looking through some wedding magazines and I told Ben that I’d like to have either a very simple Asian theme or a beach theme (think Polynesian). At the end of the conversation he mentioned that he thought the best idea was to go with a theme that was “us”. Something that symbolized the type of people we are and the kind of relationship we have and that as long as whatever we decided to do managed to do that, he’d be happy.

Last night I had a dream that we gave away whoopi cushions and miniature M3’s as favors and the cake was shaped like a giant, well… it was phallic. heh Because that’s US. We laugh at eachother all the time. WITH eachother too but lets be honest here… I do a lot of crazy stuff and Ben is lucky enough to get to sit back and laugh at me. A lot. But he makes me laugh too. A lot. So, I want to have the nice, beautiful wedding but it’s important to me that it be FUN too. I want our guests to laugh. A lot. I’d prefer they NOT be laughing AT me however so any suggestions you have are welcome. Any fun weddings you’ve been to before that incorporate something funny and memorable??