Friday, September 30, 2011

29 days to go

My maid of honor and I have hit up every antique store in the valley of the Sun. With 29 days to go and 22 more keys needed, we're heading to the white mountains in the next week.

The only thing left to do is pay the bills and get married. I'm not tired yet, so I'm wasting time online and refreshing my online banking browser window twice a minute. I should receive my severance package from my previous employer via direct deposit within the the next 3 hours.

The blogging job is going okay. I guess. It feels weird to do exactly this and get paid when people stop reading my words and start clicking ads. It's a lot like this blog with Google and Amazon ads. It's not bad. I've turned a lot of our wedding projects into DIY tutorials so it doesn't really feel too worky.


Nothing yet. I can't wait to have money in the bank and make the last 6 phonecalls to finish paying everything off.

My INR has been terribly low but we can't figure out why. I have a good balance of running around like a nut one day and playing video games the following day. Rinse. Repeat. So I just double up my pills two days a week now. My coumadin doctor expects my blood to be back to its regular thinness after the wedding.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

the obvious

sunrise by ceck0face
sunrise, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Good day. Sunshine!

It's officially autumn. I've been able to open the windows in the early morning and late evening on two separate occasions now. It still reaches the triple digits in the afternoon, but oh well.

I started writing a blog for monies, so we'll see how that goes!

Jason's wedding ring came in the mail before mine and before he was home from work. I left it on his desk with a cute note asking, "Will you marry me? Check one" followed with a yes box and a no box. It was a neat surprise. I'm so antsy for them to call so I can go pick mine up! Same goes for my wedding dress.

45 days to go. I'm getting a little nervous. Just about everything getting finished on time and everything going perfect. I'm stating the obvious.

Oh, and of course, he checked yes.

Monday, September 12, 2011

just natural

desert rain by ceck0face
desert rain, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

It rained last night. It was unusual because A) it's the desert and 2) monsoon season is over. Everyone panics and forgets how to drive when it's raining because it truly is a phenomena here.

I can't sleep. Little did I know that Jason and I were having insomnia in shifts. I forget how it came up but we discovered that it's been over a week since we slept an entire night together. He's fast asleep and here I am.

I had insomnia as a kid, but back then it was called, "Heather won't stay in bed and go to sleep when she is supposed to." That lasted until my teens, probably when I started taking medication for migraines. After that a restless night was rare, usually reserved for the night before something big or important, which is just natural.

My insomnia started back up in May, I think. Most of April and parts of May, I would sleep entire days away without even knowing it... the pain, the medicine, etc. Then I started taking melatonin. It helped, but not so much anymore.

I spent today swimming (almost 4 hours, actually) and watched a bit of the 9/11 shows on tv.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

lots of finagling

This is the nail polish I was talking about earlier. I first saw it on a nurse when I was in the hospital all hopped up on morphine and thought it was an illusion. I'm so in love with it and I'm worried it'll be a fleeting phase (merchandise-wise) and won't come back until I have teenagers, or something. I say this because when my sisters were teenagers in the early 80s, and I was just a little thing, we had those nail polish pens that only recently came back into fashion/production.

I went out with friends the other night for over-priced food and rigged video games. We went out with another couple, which we don't do too often, and we're much like Lily and Marshall in that episode of HIMYM, where they are perpetually trying to find the "perfect couple" to hang with. Yeah. Us too. Anyway.

I had a giant pimple above the left side of my top lip. I was so self-conscious about it, mostly because whenever it's close to the mouth I'm certain that other people will think it's herpes (if they even notice it at all). Typical girl. So I used some proactive concealer on it, which always just brings more attention to it. Then I had the amazing idea of putting the tiniest dot of MAC brow tint directly on it. Now this really DOES sound like an advertorial! It comes in a tube with a mascara brush and it's kind of a brownish red color that matches my hair dye. I didn't use mascara because all of mine are dark black and believe it or not, I don't own any kinds of eyeliner (I hate it). The MAC brow tint is actually almost the exact same color as the rest of my beauty marks and moles, so it worked out perfectly. I actually used the rounded tip of a bobby pin to apply and gave it time to dry. I also brushed a little loose powder over it after dry to make it look more natural / less dramatic. I just had to remember it was there and avoid smudging it off when I was wiping my mouth with a napkin or blowing my nose.

I started making the wedding programs tonight. It's proving to be a pain in the ass. The design/idea I had requires lots of finagling in publisher, but it'll be fine. They'll be heart-shaped on gold-painted tongue depressors that will double as fans. Very cute. Pics as soon as I make some mock-ups.

Friday, September 9, 2011

a few more

all the other kids by ceck0face
all the other kids, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Who is this girl with straight hair and not even the slightest inkling of an afro or afro-tendencies?

I've only ever had a few pieces of nice jewelry and now I have a few more. I've just never been a jewelry girl. I'm usually content with cheesy costume jewelry or nothing at all. My engagement ring was a small plain diamond and I loved it. I still love it. I just haven't been able to wear it since April because it stopped fitting around the time I got sick. So instead, I've been wearing a green amethyst ring (link to pic below) that J bought me for our first Christmas-ukkah that we lived together from a jewelry store in the mall that was going out of business.

My parents took me shopping and we got some very nice pieces during an even nicer sale. My parents are in no way loaded, and if it wasn't marked down as much as it was, I would have pretended to hate it so they wouldn't spend full price. But that wasn't the case, so I gleefully indulged.

More pics here.

The earrings are hiding in this pic, but are pearls that came in the most adorable oyster box. The necklace has a unique bow that is covered in tiny settings of marcasite which also matches a vintage-looking marcasite ring. I picked out the necklace and ring separately, at different stores, but when I got home I realized they matched!

Jason and I also bought our wedding rings. They're being sized, so no pics yet. But soon.

50 days and counting

And my sister bought me a ton of crackle nail polish and I am now addicted. See here.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

a giant pool for sexual predators

braces by ceck0face
braces, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

This picture was taken December 1, 2009, and is therefore old and old news. My hair hasn't been that long since then and my face looks very chubby despite the fact that I probably weighed 30lbs less in this picture.

I also no longer have those glasses or braces. I bought that key at an antique store when J moved here from NY and the other necklace is made out of dyed corn kernels. My mom bought it for me in the painted desert when I was a kid and the sign claimed it was real corn and crafted into a necklace by a real Native American. I took their word for it.

I bought the sweater shirt in Florida while visiting J's father--nowhere exciting, just Target-- and my friend John calls it my orphan shirt or inside out orphan shirt because it's inside out on purpose but he swears poor orphans made it.

I hurriedly took this pic right before going out with Sarah, my up-and-coming maid of honor, but I don't remember what we did or where we went that night.

There is nothing special about or behind this picture. However, this is my most popular picture on my flickr account. She has an astounding 2,723 views as of this second.

And for no reason other than the fact that the internet is a giant pool for sexual predators, swimming in their own and each other's semen. Having said that, I am repulsed but disappointed that I never followed through becoming a suicide girl. I'm so much chubbier now and in 55 days, a wife. Both very good reasons to put it to bed.

Speaking of. We ordered our wedding rings today. I hate paying money for something tangible but not ready to come home yet. I'll post pictures when they're done being sized.

I spent the rest of my evening watching my sister lose a bet with a slot machine and wondering why every girl in a black tank top always has an ugly back tattoo decorated with even nastier back acne (backne). At least where I live and the surrounding areas. Wash your back or wear a shirt. I'm a mean girl.

But, thankfully, I am not a bridezilla.

Also of interest, I am so territorial that I'm pretty sure I was an animal in my past life.