tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25682698992501304052024-02-18T20:52:54.246-06:00The Ruff (Happy) Life Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.comBlogger404125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-56661050201472438232011-08-23T13:29:00.000-05:002011-08-23T13:29:39.242-05:00Rewind button.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUr4j-nmR4BGw3-_fO1hTsrUXpbPl3lH7dzLOHhpFKbQFROJ33y8XQ2TiAI1DEDtiEUnJtglBzJajHT8iNMtjuuugLlbz8izdxIBYaQFTV5TYE6tQlSplFxi2JLhdVExKNiIpkDlQuJW2h/s1600/rewind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUr4j-nmR4BGw3-_fO1hTsrUXpbPl3lH7dzLOHhpFKbQFROJ33y8XQ2TiAI1DEDtiEUnJtglBzJajHT8iNMtjuuugLlbz8izdxIBYaQFTV5TYE6tQlSplFxi2JLhdVExKNiIpkDlQuJW2h/s1600/rewind.jpg" /></a></div><br />
This morning, I forgot my cell phone at home. I didn't grab my jump drive with the bridal shower photos so I could blog about them today. I spilled coffee on my ivory pants ... but I can't show you because I don't have my phone or camera to take a photo.<br />
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I have a million things on my to-do list, but when little things like that happen, it makes me want to curl up in bed and watch LMN. If you don't know what that is ... well, that's too bad.<br />
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Another stupid thing I did: I ordered a few thank you cards to hold me over until the "real" ones come in for the wedding. This would be great--except I ordered postcard type cards and not folded thank you cards. I suppose they will work, but it made me feel dumb.<br />
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Wouldn't it be great if every once in a while, we could just hit the rewind button?<br />
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Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-63474673094144100532011-08-17T17:15:00.000-05:002011-08-17T17:15:36.360-05:00Bridal shower, part I.<br />
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<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">I can't believe I'm blogging about my bridal shower. Not the blogging part--the bridal shower part! The past few months have flown by, and I know the next 73 days are going to go by even faster. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4GUrcK19XgmZlc9-GTC1xHSpHThWBck4ZwC7UWZxl9CKRyYW1HazAFEQ-HXwpfbv5JtH3NDFL8I3hgSnV-puwrH_bDgq8Fq73dlAttfJHw-puCeaDka4gPcoZjsvM3DLMvZct1WaRnnH/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4GUrcK19XgmZlc9-GTC1xHSpHThWBck4ZwC7UWZxl9CKRyYW1HazAFEQ-HXwpfbv5JtH3NDFL8I3hgSnV-puwrH_bDgq8Fq73dlAttfJHw-puCeaDka4gPcoZjsvM3DLMvZct1WaRnnH/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">The bridal shower was hosted by family members on my mother's side. It was beautiful. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">I felt so honored and blessed that so many people came to celebrate such a special time in my life. I got to see a few people I haven't seen in a very long time. </div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">I didn't know it was possible, but it made me even more excited about the wedding! </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Tomorrow, I will cover more and have tons of photos in part II. </span></td></tr>
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>Happy Friday, friends! </strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've talked about my love of <a href="http://www.pbfingers.com/">Peanut Butter Fingers</a> before. On a recent blog post, she discussed four women who inspire her. One of them is a blogger named Jennie who recently lost her husband to a sudden heart attack. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-dQTKoZUvlyYR1Ioc_Zd2i97xIViitZdtaBjV5JXI1jydiXTdrPneo3QfFBtj6nNGJjKwI0X00RLXLMKaPRLBW08i7N3tDTRgUBX_-zOxPJz5oqIWqOuHI3XLS_rAV3Z2TE_WKNhRVyWG/s1600/144643510_899642fcf8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275px" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-dQTKoZUvlyYR1Ioc_Zd2i97xIViitZdtaBjV5JXI1jydiXTdrPneo3QfFBtj6nNGJjKwI0X00RLXLMKaPRLBW08i7N3tDTRgUBX_-zOxPJz5oqIWqOuHI3XLS_rAV3Z2TE_WKNhRVyWG/s320/144643510_899642fcf8.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Jennie's words are true, but easy to forget in the business of life. I know I'm going to take today to tell those around me how much I love them--and <i>hug them like there's no tomorrow. </i></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Last weekend, I was so proud of the Junior League of Northwest Arkansas as we welcomed a new group of provisional members during our annual new member retreat. This year, I'm co-chair of the New Member Training Committee. While it's a lot of work, I'm very excited about getting to know these amazing women. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me with the committee chair, Adrienne, and one of the trainers, Diane. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taylor, a new member, me and Mitzi, this year's JLNWA president. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Founded in 1901 by New Yorker and social activism pioneer Mary Harriman, the Junior Leagues are charitable nonprofit organizations of women, developed as civic leaders creating demonstrable community impact. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saturday, we got to visit Children's House. <br />
These are a few of the books that were part of my new member class' legacy project. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>I’m so proud to be a member of the Junior League of Northwest Arkansas. Today, The Association of Junior Leagues International, Inc. (AJLI) is comprised of more than 155,000 women in 292 Junior Leagues throughout Canada, Mexico, the United Kingdom and the United States. Together, they constitute one of the largest, most effective volunteer organizations in the world. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I can’t wait to see what this League year brings! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVMBsPWcnot6M4ChEhfIW3dlTTAMJLYkygeqYOrPjTyWVKfaVFF7IO-l2QfE9fYuxFDR2heXbX7B64VwFDKf0vFFOFtIlnaWWBxqpwSuIrnfe8223DRKvnIkammcELR-U2omdONLKPubF/s1600/JLNWA+2011+retreat+032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuVMBsPWcnot6M4ChEhfIW3dlTTAMJLYkygeqYOrPjTyWVKfaVFF7IO-l2QfE9fYuxFDR2heXbX7B64VwFDKf0vFFOFtIlnaWWBxqpwSuIrnfe8223DRKvnIkammcELR-U2omdONLKPubF/s320/JLNWA+2011+retreat+032.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-15870028110271011002011-08-02T15:54:00.000-05:002011-08-02T15:54:39.364-05:00Stye-day Friday.I think had a stye one time when I was younger. I think a lot of things become less dramatic as you get older--but styes are not one of them for me. Friday, I suddenly felt a pain inside my eyelid. Yep, I have a stye. Inside my eye. Thank goodness this isn't happening three months from now. Because if it happens now, surely it won't happen right before the wedding. Right?<br />
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I chose not to take a photo and show you.<br />
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It's much better now, which is good because this weekend is our big Junior League New Member retreat. And remember--that's my committee! This means I'm ridiculously busy this week. As if that's something new ...<br />
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Three other things that happened this weekend:<br />
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<ul><li>The sun chose to burn me. That's what happens when it's 104 degrees. </li>
<li>I <i>REALLY</i> beat Adam in bowling. I scored 175! </li>
<li>Adam modeled his new swimsuit. OK, so he was just walking and I obnoxiously took a photo. <b>Same thing.</b> </li>
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</div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-72636337408095275922011-07-29T16:22:00.000-05:002011-07-29T16:22:57.231-05:00Hair boredom.I love having long hair. But today, as I struggled with it being in my way during my work out, I briefly wished for a drastic change. <br />
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Last summer, I decided to get some highlights.<br />
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And I found this a long time ago, and I love it. Happy Friday! <br />
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<strong>What would you choose for thank you cards? </strong>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-58804699759402106772011-07-26T15:31:00.001-05:002011-07-26T15:31:42.561-05:00Time flies (featuring a cute chair).Lately, I found myself wishing time would stop. Just for a few days. This is the total opposite of my normal outlook. I'm definitely a person who lives her life as a countdown to the next exciting thing. I have to remind myself to slow down and enjoy everyday life.<br />
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But right now, there's just <i>TOO</i> much!<br />
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Things I've done lately that aren't the "usual" Allison:<br />
<ul><li>I had a great time with friends at Kitchen Queens, but I forgot to take photos. </li>
<li>I slept through all FIVE of my alarms last week. I often set a ton when I stay up too late, which I've been doing more often than not. </li>
<li>I only made time to work out a couple times last week. This could explain my abnormal grouchiness. </li>
<li>Briefly considered buying a cookie again from Great American Cookies. </li>
</ul><div>One thing I did accomplish last week was finding this chair! Should I have been doing something else on my lunch break besides visiting Kirkland's? <i>Probably so</i>. </div><div><br />
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I'm taking this weekend to organize ... my life. I have so much going on right now, which I love. But I hate feeling guilty because I'm not doing everything I want to do.<br />
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After Mr. A left Tuesday (remember, he travels for work constantly), I was feeling a bit down when I walked in the door Tuesday night. When I walked into my bedroom, these flowers on my nightstand stopped me from crying (I was seriously about to break down ... it's hard every.single.time).<br />
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I can't comprehend what it is like for military families. Sure, the boy will only be home about six days this month, but I know those six days would mean the world to so many people. So I try to remember how lucky we are ... but it's still hard.<br />
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Here are some topics I plan to cover next week:<br />
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<ul><li>How close the wedding is! 99 days, to be exact. </li>
<li>Pre-marital counseling. We started Monday. </li>
<li>Kitchen Queens</li>
<li>A giveaway! </li>
</ul><div>Have a fabulous weekend, friends! </div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-19321314563204279272011-07-15T16:22:00.001-05:002011-07-15T16:22:31.288-05:00690 calorie cookie.Last night, I had a lovely sushi dinner with some lovely ladies. We were supposed to have Kitchen Queens, but we decided to reschedule for next week because this week seemed to be a busy one for most people. Thursday, they suggested sushi, and I didn't have to think twice about it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, Colleen! </td></tr>
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</tbody></table>After a spider roll and some edamame, we decided to grab a cookie from the mall before it closed.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">THE Cookie</span></b><br />
I rarely do this, so I figured I would get the one with frosting in the middle (I love frosting) and eat half then and save the other half.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I was shocked. </span><br />
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Yes, I know the cookie is <i>bad</i>. But I had no idea it would have the same amount of fat as a Big Mac-34 grams to be exact. And at 690 calories, it tops the greasy burger by more than 100 calories.<br />
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How can 94 grams of carbs be in something so <i>small</i>?<br />
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The whole cookie would be 19 points. I get 29 a day. Obviously, the cookie was a terrible choice. And honestly, I will probably never get it again. Yes, I will eat a cookie, but I will stick with a plain chocolate chip next time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Molly was at our family reunion last weekend. <br />
She followed her "dad" (aka my mom's cousin) around the entire day. <br />
She makes me smile! </td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Happy Friday! </span>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-85321895368784900342011-07-14T15:04:00.000-05:002011-07-14T15:04:39.247-05:00Weight Watchers online.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzsthO33MYhYuPTn_Bdd2d2LBiAUPibRikUGM1kT5Voden22XHyfIeDzIAmtBl5ZBmb12YvyUDL4HlwQSEpERZKiwOaN_JeugJW1G3YdXnCPd1oB90s2aV5FS0T12_NIXCYFQ8grE9H0H/s1600/weightwatchers.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="110" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuzsthO33MYhYuPTn_Bdd2d2LBiAUPibRikUGM1kT5Voden22XHyfIeDzIAmtBl5ZBmb12YvyUDL4HlwQSEpERZKiwOaN_JeugJW1G3YdXnCPd1oB90s2aV5FS0T12_NIXCYFQ8grE9H0H/s320/weightwatchers.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Two nights ago, I decided to sign up for the online version of Weight Watchers. It was about $54 for three months.<br />
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A few years ago, I did Weight Watchers in my office. The accountability is great when you go to the meetings, but I just don't have time for that now. Plus, I tried going to a random meeting a couple years ago, and it's completely different when you don't know anyone.<br />
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<b>I know how to eat healthy.</b> Yet, I still make poor decisions (more than I should).<br />
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I've tried MyFitnessPal and Livestrong, but just keeping up with my calories didn't work.<br />
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When I did Weight Watchers a few years ago, I actually didn't agree with the program because I thought it taught people how to eat a bunch of processed junk while staying within the right amount of points.<br />
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The new system is SO much better. In fact, most fruits and veggies are zero points. And guess what? You don't even use the calories to figure points.<br />
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It uses fat, carbs, fiber and protein to calculate the number of points. The best about the online version is the mobile app. The app itself is free, but if you have an online account, you can do everything from your phone. I'm VERY impressed with the technology. Now, if I can just impress myself with the results.<br />
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You get an additional weekly PointsPlus Allowance to use for treats and extras. As you can see, I've already used a few of mine (my week started yesterday ...). I had a Junior League meeting at Noodles last night, so let's blame it on the mushroom chicken ravioli. Oh, I should probably go to the grocery store so I can do better with this.<br />
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So far, I'm loving the system.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-42332925451747429212011-07-12T15:03:00.002-05:002011-07-12T15:05:52.906-05:00If the shoe fits.<strong><em>Actually, I’m talking about the dress.</em></strong> <br />
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When I arrived at She Said Yes, my dress store, Monday during my lunch break, I realized I should have arranged for someone to come with me—it’s a pretty overwhelming task—seeing the dress you ordered four months ago for the first time. <br />
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Luckily, it fit! Sure, there will be a few alterations, but I’m just glad it went over my hips, honestly. <br />
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I didn’t realize I was shaking until the sales lady handed me the earrings I wanted to try on with the dress. I can’t imagine what I’m going to be like on the wedding day! <br />
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Obviously, I can’t show you a picture of the dress just yet, but I can show the earrings I chose. I LOVE them. It’s going to be hard not to bust them out before the wedding. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The earrings are by Meg Jewelry, and the name is Hatti. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Today, my mom bought this cute frame (it's big--20"x20") that we will probably use on the candy bar at the reception. <em>I hate to say it Cinderella, but my shoes are way better than your glass slippers. </em><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #741b47;">Happy Tuesday! </span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I traveled to see my wondeful family this weekend. <br />
On the way to our family reunion Saturday, we stopped by my favorite bakery--Community Bakery. <br />
Of course I had to get a cupcake. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-23666910373693554172011-07-08T10:47:00.001-05:002011-07-08T10:48:46.544-05:00Wedding magazine addiction.This week, I realized I had a problem when I got home and noticed I bought a magazine that I had already bought ... and read.<br />
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But I can't stop. This is the <i>ONLY</i> time in my life where I am going to spend ridiculous amounts of time and money on these beautiful publications. I already have a magazine addiction in general. I'm not even going to show you the stacks I have. I've recently started throwing them away, but it's hard!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hate to admit it, but this is not even all of them. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Even when I finish each wedding magazine and cut out the photos I want, I can't bring myself to throw them away. So, I slap a Post-it on the front and write "done." <b>Is this a problem? I think I'm a magazine hoarder. </b>I get it from my lovely grandmother. Growing up, I loved going through her back issues of Country Living, Good Housekeeping and Reader's Digest. My mom also loves magazines, but she throws them away.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">s this a problem for other people?</span></i></span><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bridesmaids Dresses</span></b><br />
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I decided on a bridesmaids dress a couple weeks ago, but I don't think I posted about it. I had a tough time making a decision on a dress for eight people. I like symmetry, so I wanted everyone's dress to be the same. And I knew I wanted them to be long and gray, but that's about it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was gorgeous, but this place didn't offer much service. <br />
So, we didn't know until after she tried it on that it didn't come in gray. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crazy eyes! Again, no gray. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>My sister came up for the weekend, and we made it our mission to find the dress. Well, that didn't happen. But the store where I got my dress (She Said Yes) carries a brand I really loved, and while the dress wasn't in the store, I knew I loved it. The sister, Kristin, loved it, too. I also thought it would look great on all the girls. And it has pockets!<br />
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One more thing to mark off the checklist.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dress Appointment</span></b><br />
As I told you earlier this week, my dress is here. So, I'm going in Monday to try it on. I'm excited, but nervous! What if something's wrong? What if it doesn't fit? Ahhh!<br />
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I'm also going to try on these earrings with my dress. I think they just might be the "ones."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meg Jewelry "Hatti" </td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">Happy Friday! </span>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-20023933372401995952011-07-06T12:18:00.002-05:002011-07-06T12:20:35.918-05:00Wedding weight loss.<strong>Guess what?</strong> <em>My dress is in!</em> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While tasty, Bubblicious isn't helping the situation. Goodbye, sugar! </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After four months of waiting for it to arrive, I’m <em>terrified</em> to go try it on. Let’s just say I was between sizes and opted to go with the smaller one, positive I would lose a few LBS over the course of the past few months. Well, that didn’t happen. Shocker, I know.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>But, I’m going to put on my big girl hat and call the dress shop this afternoon to set up a time to go try it on. I won’t start fittings until the end of August, so there’s still time (I know you’re rolling your eyes now). <br />
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If you’re married, did you lose weight before the wedding? If you’re not, do you think you will? <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">As usual, I’m in a weight loss competition at work, which is another motivation. I won last time! OK, so it was only five pounds and everyone else pretty much quit, but oh well. </div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Today's lunch was berry good. I had to. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So was our Fourth of July ice cream cake. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>The past week has been crazy because I’ve had guests at my house and the boy was home. Everything is back to the usual level of craziness, which means I have no excuse to eat out every.single.night. It was fun while it lasted. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Colleen and Rachel, both bridesmaids. Rachel was in town all last week, and we had too much fun! </td></tr>
</tbody></table><strong>Happy hump day! </strong>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-44038081251674944672011-06-28T14:04:00.000-05:002011-06-28T14:04:04.684-05:00You are what you eat.I'm sure you've heard that phrase before. Wouldn't it be crazy if it were true? But the statement does make me think twice about what I eat. <br />
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When the boy is out of town, I tend to eat less healthy. I cook less. But I workout more. This results in me feeling terrible a lot of the time because working out while eating things that are bad for you is not a good combination. <br />
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Since he left last Wednesday, I've been trying to think more about what I eat. I love healthy food, but it will always take effort to choose it over convenience. And there are so many things we eat (and drink) that we think are healthy, but the reality is we are wrong. <br />
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I substitue Splenda in my Tropical Smoothie smoothies. I should just make a smoothie at home most of the time. <br />
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I order sushi (great idea) but I get the tempura roll (bad idea). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crazy cup! </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Here are some of my other food choices since Mr. A has been gone: </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watermelon for dinner. <br />
And this is the "real" me that the general public NEVER gets to see. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fruit salad from Chick-fil-a! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I heart almond butter. </td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If I could eat one thing forever, it would be chips and homemade salsa! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-83259539586013898872011-06-24T14:59:00.002-05:002011-06-24T15:01:14.339-05:00Romanticism and swimming deer.Most guys are not romantic. Adam is one of those gentlemen. It’s not necessarily a bad thing—I just think the ladies often have high expectations because of the fairytales we grew up with (and still see some version of in every romantic comedy out there). But I fell in love with him because of WHO he is, and I would never want him to change. When he makes a romantic gesture, it’s special because I know he had to put some thought into it—it doesn’t come natural for most guys. <br />
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Monday marked three years since we first “officially” hung out. So that’s what we call our “anniversary.” We’re not big anniversary celebrators, but we do acknowledge the date (and I got some lovely lilies). <br />
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We had plans to go to the lake Tuesday evening because after two cherished months at home, Mr. A is back to traveling as of Wednesday. I had no idea the wonderful evening he had planned. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It looked beautiful from afar. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Up close: more like a haunted castle. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This would be the view from the living room ... if it had a real window. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>We chose a spot below what we thought was a future castle on the lake. Upon further inspection (yep, we climbed up there), we realized it was an unfinished construction job. As in, someone hasn’t worked on it in at least two years. <br />
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Wouldn’t it be fun to finish it up??? <br />
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After our hike to the haunted house, the coals were ready to go on Mr. A’s newly purchased portable grill. He cooked turkey burgers, asparagus and corn on the cob. There were tiki torches, a candle and pinot grigio. It was perfect. <br />
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<strong>I already miss him. </strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">By the way, deer CAN swim. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FSM8Ir6qzvBfjNJywh7Nr6wismDJmxOlj5lyy_3Cmvzy8yPiEX2LqZjI8bRBUit6UJlnIg8vFbVsFekQvlXdmTwD9ddRwRS0f8oyAFLP2A_i7vy3iQCn6cyK-UOsaFNpyArmq3ShN4z3/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FSM8Ir6qzvBfjNJywh7Nr6wismDJmxOlj5lyy_3Cmvzy8yPiEX2LqZjI8bRBUit6UJlnIg8vFbVsFekQvlXdmTwD9ddRwRS0f8oyAFLP2A_i7vy3iQCn6cyK-UOsaFNpyArmq3ShN4z3/s320/photo2.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-48384874941785495322011-06-20T16:09:00.000-05:002011-06-20T16:09:05.717-05:00Bridesmaid dresses and a veil.My lovely sister came to visit this weekend so we could go pick out a bridesmaid dress. You see, I need to pick one in the next few days or the dresses won’t be here in time. I can’t believe it’s getting that close! <br />
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Who knew picking out a bridesmaid dress would be harder than my wedding dress? It’s hard choosing a dress that will look good on eight different body types and also isn’t outrageously expensive. I found some great dresses but they were either too expensive or didn’t come in the right color. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doesn't come in gray. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Neither does this one. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>I’m waiting to get prices on a couple of dresses today, so hopefully one will work out. I know I want the dress to be long and gray. And probably one shoulder. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I can’t believe I didn’t take a single picture of my sister and I. It’s probably because my camera still isn’t fixed. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>One thing I did purchase this weekend was my veil! I got this veil without beading. It will be here in four to six weeks. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFcRZv2KIbc03VKnNC2xRluDf_w3OpoiKf6W6RZrYL1bOOLHESph06Vt19r6oU71AK8lPm3FTUgV6PyaeoW-i9hcO8nTZn-abxn3sChYDAsRS4o8afo93l1UCUJ-Q1BQwm1RjfMaAPPEe/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFcRZv2KIbc03VKnNC2xRluDf_w3OpoiKf6W6RZrYL1bOOLHESph06Vt19r6oU71AK8lPm3FTUgV6PyaeoW-i9hcO8nTZn-abxn3sChYDAsRS4o8afo93l1UCUJ-Q1BQwm1RjfMaAPPEe/s320/photo.JPG" width="239px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My biggest wedding concern right now is getting out ALL the save the dates. I sent a few last week and some more today, but it takes forever to address them all (in case you were wondering). My advice: start doing everything about a month before you think you need to. </div><br />
Random wedding fact of the day: My wedding stone is blue topaz. <br />
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Happy Monday! I hope this week is fabulous.Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-15618397504534827782011-06-13T17:12:00.001-05:002011-06-13T17:13:54.139-05:00Super cleanse and chiavari chairs.I stayed up practically all night Friday getting ready for our neighborhood garage sale. <br />
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Saturday morning, I was in the garage at about 6:15 a.m., and it was still <strong>chaos.</strong> <strong>Nothing was priced.</strong> The boy strolls out with a donut in his hand, pushing the button to open the garage as he walks out. <br />
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<strong>“Noooooooooooo!”</strong> I scream. <br />
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Doesn’t he know the second you open the garage, regardless of the fact that the garage sale wasn’t supposed to start until 7 a.m., people will flood in. <br />
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It worked out, but it was definitely stressful at the beginning. Luckily, people dug through the piles of stuff and almost bought EVERYTHING! Seriously. We made $400, and we didn’t have anything priced above a $20 TV. We sold TONS of clothes, which is unusual for a garage sale. I sold at least 20 pairs of shoes. That's $20, folks! Yes, it didn't matter the brand. I sold them all for $1. Let's just say a few people got some great deals. <br />
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And while I slept that afternoon, Mr. A loaded everything left and took it to Goodwill. The entire sale went undocumented by my camera (phone). But it's good because we were SO BUSY! <br />
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I feel a weird sense of accomplishment. I’ve NEVER gotten rid of so much stuff. Let’s just say I’m sentimental. I keep things like the shirt I wore for my 21st birthday, even though there’s no way I’d <em>ever</em> be able to wear that sequined halter top in public again. <br />
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I’m pretty sure it has a new, loving home now. <br />
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After a “nap,” the boy went to play golf while I read magazines by the pool. We originally planned to go to the lake, but garage sales are exhausting. It turned out to be a perfect Saturday. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect spot to cool off after a hot golf game. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm definitely jealous of the fact that Blake is dating my man Leo. </td></tr>
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I've said this before, but our reception is at the Springdale Country Club. I can't wait. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My phone shots are stellar. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>And this Saturday there was a wedding at the country club, so I got to see someone else’s reception setup, which was very beneficial. And I love the chair covers! I would love to have chiavari chairs, but at $7 each, it’s just not feasible—unless we went without … food? I don’t think so. <br />
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<div align="center"><strong>I heart chiavari chairs. </strong></div><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Often times, I think chair covers look messy and wrinkly. And it’s totally a personal preference, but I don’t love the colored sash around the white chair cover. But I think these would be perfect. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I snapped this photo before they finished decorating, <br />
but I love these chair covers (not more than chiavari chairs, but for chair covers, they're fab)! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-35731176904194605612011-06-10T14:45:00.000-05:002011-06-10T14:45:58.342-05:00Happy birthday, Kitchen Queens!<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">One year ago, a wonderful group of girls got together to eat and chat. We didn’t all know each other, but that didn’t matter. </div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kitchen Queens started when a few of us Junior League gals wanted to stay in touch after our provisional year. This is my cousin (fourth, but it still counts) Katie. She's getting married in exactly six months! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lovely Britani hosted this month's dinner. Her house is gorgeous, and so is she!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">One year later, we’re still meeting! I had dinner with a junior league VP a couple weeks ago, and she said she still has a monthly dinner with a group of girls that started meeting 13 years ago! I hope that’s us! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><u>Lunch</u></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>I opted for a quick and easy lunch today—a Lean Cuisine. I turned it over to read the directions. I was shocked when it said to microwave for eight minutes! If you're curious, it was the chicken enchilad suiza. That can't be good for me. <br />
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So, how did I spend my time waiting? I bought a box of Krispy Kreme donuts at a company bake sale (funds go to tornado victims). I might have already eaten one. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can't <em>not</em> eat one when this box is on your desk. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Mostly, I know how much the boy loves donuts, and this means he will love me even more when I come home with donuts! <br />
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We’re spending our evening getting ready for our neighborhood garage sale. How exciting! <strong>Happy Friday! </strong>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-15012865088012730742011-06-09T13:55:00.001-05:002011-06-09T13:56:26.736-05:00Clicky heels.Growing up, the sound of my mom’s “pumps” was the epitome of adulthood. I couldn’t wait to be able to wear shoes that clicked when I walked across the concrete. <br />
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What can I say, I’ve always loved shoes (and clothes and purses and jewelry …). I see myself when I look at the latest Suri Cruise photos in People. OK, so maybe my heels were more the plastic kind that came with the $5.99 dress-up pack from Wal-Mart, but I LOVED them. I’m sure each pair of Suri’s shoes costs approximately four times the amount of the shoes I wear today. <strong>And she’s five. </strong><br />
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Anyways, yesterday, I wore a pair of shoes that I had the tips replaced. I recently did this to about 12 pairs of shoes. And they DON”T CLICK ANYMORE. They are rubber and silent. I was devastated. I totally meant to take a photo of them, but I forgot. So how about a photo of my shoes today? They don’t click, either. I couldn’t handle wearing another pair of my former clicky shoes. It was too much today. So, I opted for wedges. <br />
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I wonder if I can request the tips that click next time. Is that crazy?Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-4369514703475159252011-06-07T15:10:00.001-05:002011-06-07T15:12:14.456-05:00Natalie and Steve.Things in my neck of the woods haven't been so rosy. <br />
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My sinus infection is still hanging on, and I'm afraid I will never hear normally again. <br />
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This means while everyone was having a blast at the lake this weekend, I was stuck at home assembling save the dates. Mr. A actually helped me a bit Friday night, but the whole process just takes a while. <br />
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In fact, I'm still putting together the address list. Who knew this would take so long? And who knew when you asked people for their address, they might not respond? Does this mean they don't want to come? Yes, I admit I'm overly sensitive. Unfortunately, this is never going to change. <br />
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When I came home Friday to the love package from <a href="http://www.magnetstreet.com/weddings">magnetStreet</a>, I got very excited! And I was impressed with the packaging. Everything was placed in a cute, blue box. They also sent some wedding invitation samples, which I thought was nice. Who knows ... maybe we will use them for everything! <br />
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In the midst of placing the magnets on the carrier cards, Adam and I ran across one that was a little out of place. Good thing we noticed so Natalie and Steve didn't get an uninvited guest at their wedding! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously. This was in the middle of our stack of magnets. How did this happen? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, those are our hands. :) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isn't the box cute? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adam even remembered to get "weddings stamps." </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, that's my address. Please don't stalk me. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Can some please remind me to get my camera fixed? The iphone photos just aren't cutting it. <br />
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<strong>And for your viewing pleasure, here is the gross food photo of the day: </strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I convinced Adam to go to a new yogurt place Friday. <br />
My toppings: berry captain crunch, strawberries and mini Reese's Pieces. Yum! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-10557004597111575072011-06-03T13:27:00.002-05:002011-06-03T14:23:55.316-05:00That's a weird shirt.It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say. In fact, I’ve had so much to say (I just haven't had much time to say it all). <br />
<ul><li>I coordinated my first wedding last weekend (success!). </li>
<li>I got my first sinus infection this week (not fun). I even had to call in sick to work, which I’ve never done in more than one year. I’ve gone home sick before, but never all day. That’s when you know it’s bad. </li>
<li>I had dinner with my Junior League VP and committee chair at Bonefish. I’m so excited about this coming League year. In fact, we have our leadership retreat tomorrow. </li>
<li>I downloaded the best app, Toodledo, to organize my crazy life. </li>
<li>My sister celebrated her 23rd birthday. That means I’m SUPER old. </li>
<li>I won $50 in a weight loss challenge at work. Don’t get too excited, I only lost six pounds. I don’t think anyone was incredibly motivated, myself included. </li>
<li>Our save the dates will arrive today! Guess what we’re doing Sunday? </li>
</ul><strong>Weird shirt</strong><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Today, I wore a Vera Wang shirt from Kohl’s. I bought it for $9 last fall, and I’ve never worn it, until today. Adam’s comment: “That’s a weird shirt.” You know what’s funny? I’ve gotten more compliments on this shirt at work than any other shirt I’ve worn before. That’s why I save my weird clothes for work, Mr. A. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is this weird? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hello! I know I'm weird, but is my shirt weird? </td></tr>
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Do you save your "weird" clothes for work?<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Friday, folks! </span></strong>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-87546306261863851572011-05-23T13:09:00.003-05:002011-05-23T13:15:28.258-05:00Save the dates and tornado devastation.We finally ordered our save the dates this morning. I know I'm about a month behind, but it's our wedding--we can do what we want, right??? <br />
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If you go to our site, please note it is under construction (AKA there's not much there yet). I will finish it before I send out save the dates, obviously. <br />
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<strong>Devastation</strong> <br />
Please keep the people of Joplin, Mo., in your thoughts and prayers. It's pretty devastating. That's where the boy grew up, and much of his family still lives there. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but it's going to take a while for the town to recover--and things will never be the same. I'm sure you've seen it on the news, so you know just how bad it is. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one of Joplin's two hospitals.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the high school. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Flying J. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outside Academy Sports. </td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-74921425219055946212011-05-20T15:27:00.002-05:002011-05-20T15:30:02.331-05:00Health Fair=Baked Cheetos.We had a health fair today at work, which means free food for the vendors and those who worked on the health fair. AKA me! I can’t remember the last time I had Subway. I do know the last time I had Baked Cheetos was at the lake last summer. I was reminded how delicious they are. <br />
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Can I just say I’m so happy it’s Friday. This week was loooooong (and a little stressful). Good thing I function best when I have a lot going on. <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Friday to you!</span></strong> Do you have big plans? Unfortunately, it's going to rain all weekend in NWA. The weather has been nuts lately. Maybe all that talk about the end of the world isn't so crazy?Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2568269899250130405.post-8097295956098829402011-05-18T16:31:00.000-05:002011-05-18T16:31:27.792-05:00Wedding Wednesday: More Engagement Photos.I've gotten to see a few more engagement photos. Our photographer told us they took more than 1,000 ... After looking through about 160, I realized I'm very picky (about the way we look). Sometimes, I'm making a crazy face. Sometimes, it's Adam making a crazy face. Sometimes, I don't like the way my body looks (I'm a girl--I have body image issues ... don't we all?). Other times, I think, that just doesn't look like us. <br />
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All the shots I've seen have beautiful lighting and editing. Interestingly, I like the ones best where I know my face has been Photoshopped more (the airbrush look). Who wouldn't love a flawless face every day??? <br />
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She happily agreed to show me more, and I can't wait to see them! <br />
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Here are a couple more photos from our lovely photographer, <a href="http://www.angelajmartin.com/">Angela Martin.</a><br />
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</tbody></table><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">What was your engagement photo experience like? Were you picky? </span></strong>Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105159291590220425noreply@blogger.com3