Bachelorette Party!

And one more from the day before the Taylor Swift concert.  Which was AMAZING btw.  Except no one would stand up in our section, which really disappointed me and ticked me off.  But I digress, here is my other blog I wrote before and never posted:

This weekend I had my bachelorette party!  It was pretty low-key because my sister knows my friends and I are not what you would call “party animals” unless you consider dancing to Taylor Swift or playing ‘truth or dare’ wild and crazy.  What?  That’s what 12 year olds do?  Well then you won’t be surprised about where we went.

First we met at my apartment and opened presents and talked.  Everyone received a risqué button like “lucky” and “flirt” and “vamp.” Rachel brought dice.  For example, one would say “dance with” and the other would say “a bald guy” but three of us were too scared to even talk to a stranger, let alone dance with or wink at one.  Before we left I got a tiara that said “Bride to Be” with a veil, a light up button that said Bride to Be, a Bachelorette sash, a shot glass necklace and a whistle.  I have no idea what the whistle was for but I wore it anyways.  Well I was wearing a silky, pink party dress that I got for $20 on sale at Deb (it could be worn for homecoming) and all the girls were wearing dresses as well.  Then we went bowling!  Cosmic bowling at 10:00.  We got lots of stares and a few comments:

            *is this a homecoming party?

            *you came because they told you I was a stripper didn’t you? (This was a 40 year old man that I assumed was drunk but it turned out he was a bartender.  I couldn’t hear half of what he said so I smiled and nodded and he seemed satisfied with  whatever I was agreeing too.) 

And my all-time, well-meaning but dumb statement was:

            *Happy Birthday! (VEIL what BIRTHDAY chick wears a VEIL?)

But at least that must mean I can pass for 21 right?  Freshly 21, but at least out of my teens.  Maybe it was the shot glass?  (That went unused by the way) Well I can understand some of the confusion, most people go dancing or bar hopping for a bachelorette party.  But we are not “most people”. 

Michelle did not do well on her bowling score but at least she looked super cute while trying! 

Jill and Emilee drove all the way up from Lincoln and braved a storm for my party.  You guys rock my socks off!

Moving Day

Forgive me for being a dork but I wrote a couple blogs when i didn't have access to the net, and I haven't been able to get them up yet. But I still want to share them so here they are.  They are from a couple weeks before the wedding:

Moving Day

The day started out a little shaky.  Matt picked me up late and we drove to the courthouse to get our marriage license!  We got lost in the building but once we found it everything seemed that much more real.  Our appointment to pick up the U-haul was at 10:00 but we got lost and were half an hour late.  Then I had to add money to my debit card before we could get the truck.  We finally started but we had so much help (Chris, Scott and two of Scott’s brothers) that it went so fast!  They were very helpful.  It rained pretty much the whole time but I would take that over a hot sunny day.  My carpets didn’t suffer for it.  (Scott always lectures me when I say “my” instead of “our” but I told him she who cleans it, owns it)

I’ve been packing for a few months and I’m still totally unorganized.  As evidenced by this picture.  This is the night before moving day.  Don’t I look prepared? 

We only made a couple trips to the apartment and we were done on time to get Chris moved in as well.  The first bad thing I noticed about our apartment was the tub.  It was brown and disgusting on the bottom.  It’s one of those tubs that already has a non-slip surface which mostly makes it difficult to clean and gives dirt a good place to hide.  So Matt and I shopped for necessities and cleaning supplies.  I thought bleach would do the trick, he suggested a magic eraser and I told him he was crazy, that wouldn’t do anything.  We stopped at my house to pick up a wedding present Matt’s great Aunt and Uncle sent.  It was a beautiful afghan!  Well I asked my mom for advice about the tub, and she suggested a magic eraser.  Matt’s ego completely inflated and he had to remind me about 43 times about how I was wrong at 9:20 that day.  Really though, that must mean he knows I am right 99% of the time.  ANYWAYS the bleach did nothing, the magic eraser proved to be successful.  It is my new best friend. 

My parents stopped by while we were setting up and brought a plant for me with a blue pot that matches my living room.  It’s pretty much the only other living thing we are allowed to have in our apartment and it’s a nice pop of color.  My mom says it is hard to kill…thank you for the confidence mom ; )  Due to my parents being traitors and saying how unique and cool the Tiki Man is, I consented to let Matt keep it in the living room.

He has super hero drawings that he made as well so he is putting two in the living room.  However, Garfield is relegated to the bedroom. After pondering it, I don’t think it would feel like our home if Matt didn’t have some of his personality in it too, and I know in the end it will be sweet!