You would think that parents would have some more places to take their children on a perfectly beautiful Saturday afternoon other than Mulligan's Family Fun Center. I couldn't believe how many full size and half size humans could be packed into an arcade with deafening loud noises. Damn. There was a list of names of birthday boys and girls up on a dry erase board, and I swear there was more than thirty names on the list. Couldn't believe it myself.

The flower girl and Ethan didn't hit it off. Actually, Ethan pretty much ran away when he saw the girl and we had to chase after him. I realize that guys are just clueless around girls. It starts at a young age and never changes.

Then, we went to Downtown Brea and ate dinner. I ordered spaghetti, and it came out looking like a huge pot pie! It was practically a spaghetti pot pie...a little wierd. I learned that one future brother-in-law is as liberal as they come and the other future brother-in -aw a staunch Republican conservative. Makes for some heated political discussions around the dinner table.

Well, I went to the gym this morning and was in shock at the state of my body. See, the past few times, I've been covering up my body with layers of sweats. This time, I wore my short short black daisy dukes, the ones I ran in all last year getting ready for the marathon. (Jen, you know which ones I'm speaking of!!) And, I couldn't deny that my body is much bigger than last year. I have three months to get myself back in shape. And, I don't think this working out business is doing anything. So, I know that the best way for me to lose weight is to not let any morsel of food pass my big lips. Damn. I'm even considering going to the We Care Spa in Palm Springs for a couple of days to drink only liquids and waste away. Fun!

Yesterday, Jason and I went to Benihanas for dinner. There were so many birthdays that every other quarter hour we would hear "Happy Birthday" with tamborines. I felt like I was in a Carl's Jr. commercial.

We are going Jason's nephew's birthday party at Mulligan's today. We decided to take the flower girl, my mom's friend's daughter, with us so they could get acquainted with one another before the wedding. Hopefully, they will hit it off!

Evolution of the magazine

I remember the first magazine that I ever bought. I was in fourth grade and I bought this magazine by myself with my own money at the corner liquor store. It was so exciting! I felt so old and coooool. It was a Seventeen and had a very young Nikki Taylor on the cover, her first magazine cover I later learned. Since then, I've bought a lot of magazines. Subscribed to some. Allure. Marie Claire. W. Even Seventeen.

Today, I got my first Women's Day in the mail.

Yesterday, Jen and I watched Monster. Wow... it was one crazy movie. We got there about fifteens minutes late so I'm not sure what we missed in the beginning, but it was amazingly suspenseful from the moment we found our seats in the last row of the theater until the very end. Charliz Theron (is that how you spell her name?) was incredible and I definitely understand why she got an Oscar nomination for her portrayal. Christina Ricci, who plays Charliz's lesbian lover, sadly paled in comparison.

Speaking of lesbians. Yesterday I went to Party On on La Cienga to look through their books and books of wedding invitations. Sitting next to me were two women. I quickly assumed that one was getting married and the other lady was her mother! Well, we got to talking and I realized that they were getting married! Well, well....

I took an "abs class" yesterday night, and everything now hurts EXCEPT my abs: my back, my neck, even my inner thighs(!). What the F?

There are people out there who are damn productive. They go work out regularly. Their houses are always immaculate. They are just always on top of things.

Too bad I'm not one of these people. My sister. My mother- Now, they do more in one day than I do in a week. It's sad. What is wrong with me? I try to clean up my mess and pick up a magazine to put it away only to end up reading it from cover to cover (again). I get on the computer to email back some people only to blog. I drive to Sav-On to get a halogen bulb and take a detour to get a Passion Iced Tea from Starbucks. That's me.

I feel like I don't have time for anything, but the sad fact is that I don't use my time wisely. I sit here at 11:12 AM with wet hair, having eaten a handful of shrimp chips and See's chocolates for breakfast, bloated from last night's dinner, no make up applied, surrounded with shit that remind me of all that I have to do. Continuously.

Am I ready for this grown up thing called marriage? Sometimes, I feel like I am a child in need of a full time personal assistant.

Jason and I drove by an Old Spaghetti Factory yesterday and I was reminded of Susan. Once, I asked her if she wanted to go there to eat and she asked me why anyone would want to eat Old Spaghetti. A-ya! I love that girl.

Mid February, and we still have so much stuff to do. I took a much needed day off from work last week. Didn't get too much done, but felt great nonetheless. Hopefully, we will get much done over the three day weekend.

Happy Valentine's Day to all! Hope you spend it with the one that makes you smile.

Ate, ate, ate so much yesterday. It's funny- when I have a huge dinner, I wake up wanting more food and hungrier than if I didn't have dinner at all. Can someone explain that biologically to me?

Caffeine is so, so, soooo bad for me. I really have to stop drinking coke and coffee. It makes my heart beat faster and my stomach churn; all which gives me the feeling of being anxious. It really sucks.

I'm at Jason's, waiting for him to get home. waiting. waiting.

The cats are going at it.

It all sucks.

I have to say, I am so glad that my wedding is in May. There have been many people who have said to me, "Wow. That's quick. Could you plan it all in that short amount of time?" YES! It is so do-able. Not only that, I really can't imagine stretching this period of my life any longer than necessary. I think that for most girls, from the moment they get engaged to the their wedding day, the whole wedding process consumes them. For me, I think about my wedding ALL THE TIME (even in every dream since I got engaged- I kid you not).

I am not saying that I want to "get it over with." It's actually fun at times. But dude, I just want my old life back soon. The life without wedding magazines all around me- in my car, house, even school. The life without having to drive from vendor to vendor. The life without having to discuss the merits of the color pink and red in the backdrop of a dark church. Urgh!