The wedding is so close that we can now watch the ,weather forecasts for it:
October 9 Saturday
Partly Cloudy Hi: 68° Low: 42°
The wedding is so close that we can now watch the ,weather forecasts for it:
October 9 Saturday
Partly Cloudy Hi: 68° Low: 42°
I woke up this morning at 4:30 am and couldn’t get back to sleep. After being away from the office for three days, I had all kinds of things running through my head, thinking about what I needed to get done.
At 5:00 am, I gave up on sleep, and just logged into my work e-mail from home and started working.
At 5:30 am, I read a work e-mail that really pissed me off, hence forfeiting any chance of getting back to sleep.
At 7:30 am, JB woke up, and per my request, he made me some Espresso. I swear I’m still amped from it.
This afternoon, I went to get the disaster otherwise known as my eyebrows fixed. The lady that waxed my eyebrows last did a horrible job — getting them different lengths and with totally different shapes. I had been letting them grow for the past 2 months, and luckily, thanks to a friend’s referral, I went to a wonderful eyebrow woman today that fixed them.
She even told me how to fix the bald spot the other lady left with an eyebrow pencil. Shh! Don’t tell anyone!
Before going to this eCommerce themed conference, I e-mailed the organizers and asked what the dress code would be. Logically, with this being an Internet group, I thought that the dress would be very casual.
I was told that the dress is business casual, so I packed some skirt and sweater outfits with my sandals. Afterall, this Southern California, too, which is known for being a casual culture.
Everyone else at this conference is in suits.
Suits?! Who knew that business casual meant suits, and that my Eddie Bauer outfits would make me feel so under dressed?!
I’m sitting in my bed at the hotel in San Diego. In the bed that was turned down for me and where chocolates were left on my pillow. They even filled up my ice bucket and put it next to the $5.50 bottle of Evian water.
But I see why they can charge so much for water… Literally, the water from the tap in my hotel room tastes like dirt. It’s very gross. But not gross enough for me to crack open the seal on the $5.50 bottle of water.
I’m at a conference, and so far it has been pretty good. It’s rough sitting through workshops all day, but I’m learning a lot. I managed to make it to the beach both days for a quick run, which is very refreshing. I didn’t get a chance to swim in the ocean, but that’s OK I guess.
The last time I was in San Diego was when JB and I did a quick vacation here in June. It makes me miss him a bit more as I see places where we went on our vacation together, especially since we had such a great time here.
I really like San Diego. I like the beach lifestyle, and the city almost feels like a small town at times.
On the flight out here, I was fortunate enough to have a huge man sit next to me, so I was squished against the window. Gotta love Southwest, eh?
Well, that’s about all I have to report. I head home tomorrow after another full day of workshops. It is going to be a long, long day.
Am I really getting married one week from Saturday?! By golly, I am, and I can’t believe how close it is getting! JB and I are remarkably calm so far. We’ll see how the next two weeks go.
We had our first pre-marital counseling appointment with the pastor yesterday. We showed up right on time, just to discover that the pastor had thought our appointment was at 1:00 and not at noon. Once again, another example how nothing can be easy while you’re in the process of planning a wedding.
So, we walked around Downtown Reno, and checked out the interesting folk at Street Vibrations, the sixth largest Harley event in the country.
The counseling appointment went well. The pastor focused on our personal histories, our history as a couple, and our family relations. He also asked a bit about how we interact.
I think my favorite questions were the following:
“Do either of you have a disease that the other person doesn’t know about?”
“Do either of you have an unfinished relationship that the other person doesn’t know about?”
We had to chuckle at those questions afterwards, because really, if you had deceived your significant other up to the point of getting engaged and going to premarital counseling, is someone really going to come clean in front of a pastor? I doubt it. Over lunch afterwards, we both came up with answers to those questions that would have really thrown the pastor for a loop. But we were good children during the session, I promise.
We both really liked the pastor. I was relieved when he didn’t interrogate us on why we hadn’t been going to church on a regular basis, didn’t chastise us for living together prior to marriage, and said that the vows in the Methodist church are about equality, not a woman being subservient to her husband.
Very nice. We go back for our second and final counseling session this next Sunday. That should be interesting, because the pastor mentioned a few times that he’s going to talk to us about sex.
Now, ladies and gents, I’m off on a business trip to San Diego. I’m hoping for a bit of beach time over the next few days!
I made the local paper this morning. The CEO of our company was the one who pointed it out to me, too. Check it out. Autographed copies of this article will soon be available for sale on this website.
Well, I finally got my Comments functionality working again. I set the Comments up so that they have to come to me for approval before they show at the site. I don’t think I can express how happy it made me to select all of the spam comments waiting for approval, and with one click of the mouse, I deleted them.
If you recall, the whole reason I tried to upgrade my site (and subsequently BROKE my site) was because of spam comments. I’m proud to report that I at least have control back in my hands now. Instead of having to make 4 clicks to delete one comment, I can now delete multiple comments with one click. Take THAT, spammers!
And on an unrelated note, after an 18 month gestational period, my new baby has been born on the Internet. In other words, we’ve launched the new version of my company’s website. Yeah!
My nephew, Jack, is getting very excited to be in the wedding. In fact, I guess he has been calling himself a Tie Man. He’s very excited to wear his red tie, which I think is adorable. Jane says she thinks he’s just as excited about the wedding as I am.
We’re refraining from calling him a ring bearer to his face after hearing a story of a young ring bearer growling his way up the aisle because he thought he was a ‘ring bear’.
Isn’t he cute?
Here are a few more photos that Mom dug up for the slide show at the reception.
My awkward middle school self hamming it up for the camera.
My blossoming sexy self as a Freshman high school swimmer. This was the future team captain, baby!
One more of me and the bros on Easter Sunday. I would guess this is circa 1990.
While I was on an unvoluntary blog strike, I decided to try out a spray-on tan from a tan shop. Tan-A-Rama, in fact. I love the name.
Because of my extreme paranoia of skin cancer, you’d never catch me dead in a tanning booth. Or alive. But the idea of a perfect golden spray-on tan for my wedding — one that wouldn’t damage my skin — was attractive.
Here’s the catch with the spray on tan… Someone has to spray it on you. And it can ruin any clothes that you wear, so in essence, a complete stranger sprays your entire body while you’re completely and utterly NAKED.
Yes, this was a bit strange, but having experience with massages at a few spas, it wasn’t completely new to me.
Luckily, the girl that applied my tan was very chatty and made me as comfortable as I could be as she sprayed everything. Yes, everything, people. I was tan in places that people don’t normally get tanned.
So after you get sprayed down, you have to stand in front of a fan (still naked) for 10 minutes. It gets pretty boring standing in a booth in front of a fan, so I ended up singing and dancing to myself. I managed to keep myself mildly entertained.
After I dried off, I put on my clothes (I had brought some clothes I didn’t mind ruining if the tanner wore off on them), and drove home.
When JB saw me, he said, ‘You got some sun today!’ And I, of course, just started giggling. I eventually fessed up that it was a fake tan that I was trying for the wedding, and the man thought I had completely fallen off my rocker.
In fact, my face was getting so tan that I decided to go inside and wash it, which thankfully took off the majority of the tan on my face.
The thing they don’t tell you about the fake tan is that it rubs off. You should see my poor pillow case. It turned orange. I stained the sheets, and even JB’s clothing fell victem.
And all I could think was that I’ll be damned if I’ll wear a white dress while I have fake tanner that could leave orange stains all over it.
I had circles of pale on the top of my feet where my tennis shoes tied. The insides of my elbows were REALLY tan. And though I liked how my arms, chest, and shoulders looked, it really didn’t look like me.
I’m the girl that was told by one of my brother’s friends at age 12 that I’d never find a boyfriend because I was so pale.
I’m the girl that bathes in 45 SPF before venturing out into the sun — summer or winter. I’m not the girl that has a tan.
OK, I used to be tan during my days as a lifeguard, but that tan was a result of hours in the sun wearing 45 SPF.
So, I decided that I’m going eau natural for the wedding. You may not be able to tell where my pale skin stops and the white fabric of my dress starts, but I’ll look like ME. Not a South Beach version of me.
Thankfully, I discovered this about a month before the wedding, instead of a few days before the big day!
After a late breakfast on Sunday, JB decided that we should go to JC Pennies so that he could find some new work shirts. Since the weather was bad and we didn’t have any other plans, I was up for it.
I have been wanting to get some new jeans for the honeymoon, so I went directly to the women’s jeans section, grabbed about five pairs, and headed to the dressing room.
Once I had narrowed down my choices, I left the dressing room to find JB and get his opinion. After walking around the store in my socks and un-purchased jeans, I found him and dragged him back to my dressing room area. He immediately vetoed the first pair I showed him, and with the second pair, he said they were ‘alright’. not great, but OK.
I decided to get the jeans (which happened to be Gloria Vanderbuilt jeans, which I swear I haven’t seen since the 80s), and as we were about to leave, JB stopped at a display for short denim mini-skirts that were half price.
He picked up one skirt that was really short, and said, ‘you should try this on’. Being a fan of short skirts, I didn’t hesitate, and headed back into the dressing room.
I put the skirt on, and I swear it was like 6 inches long. I went out to show JB, and when he saw me, I said, ‘I forgot we were in the Juniors department’.
Next thing I know, the dressing room attendant and JB were both laughing hysterically at me. ‘You made my day’, the dressing room attendant told me. I didn’t think it was that funny, but yeah, it did look like I was trying a bit too hard to be a hipster.
The attendant lady just couldn’t stop laughing at me. From there on out, everything I said was funny. I handed her back another skirt that I was considering buying, saying, ‘this was vetoed’, as JB had simply shook his head ‘no’ at the skirt. She was about to just roll on the ground at that.
Anyway, I don’t know if it is as funny as I recall it, but I guess it just shows that I’m a true grown up when trying on Junior skirts is such a laughing matter.
That’s right, folks. We’re down to three weeks and counting until the Big Day.
Today, I’m sitting in my pajamas with my hair in a lovely stage of bed head, fooling around with this darn site after sleeping in until about 10:30. It’s quite a contrast to what my day will be like three weeks from today.
I’ll be flanked by people, probably rushing to finish off last minute details, stuffing myself into a humongous white dress and donning a veil. I’m also sure I’ll be nervous as hell.
I’m really trying to enjoy this time leading up to the wedding and NOT become the infamous Bridezilla. I think I’m hanging in there OK. Besides a few centerpieces being broken in the mail, the band not returning my e-mails, and the possibility that the chocolate favors may melt in transit, I’m really not fretting over a thing. OK, maybe a few things. But not too bad, really.
The girls in my office held a lovely shower for me this week. They cooked up a dinner of pecan crusted salmon, a salad with strawberries, cranraisins, walnuts and vinagrette, a creamy fettuccine with asparagus, and a mud pie for dessert.
We ate dinner outside by my boss’s pool as we sipped wine, and then they showered me with presents. I got all kinds of cooking and baking accessories, so when I get back from the honeymoon, I think I’ll be the official office chef (even though I’ll no longer be a Cook – ha!).
The presents are starting to roll in. It’s a strange, but wonderful experience. I think the strangest part is receiving gifts from people we don’t or hardly know. But heck, I’ll take them! JB is worried we won’t have room for all of the presents, especially since almost all of them so far have been for the kitchen, but I’m confident I can find room!
The RSVPs are also flooding in. And when I say flood, I mean flood. Like Ivan. Relatives are coming out of the woodwork. People I haven’t seen for ten years are making the trek to Reno for the wedding. So far, we have people coming from New York, Illinois, Ohio, New Mexico, Texas, California, Missouri and Virginia. I’m sure there are a few more states in there, but I can’t remember them all at this time. It amazes me that people would go so out of their way to celebrate with us, and I can’t wait to see everyone. It will be one big party, people! I’m leaving singlehood with one big bash!
I just got a brand new computer at work with two plasma screen monitors.
I am so happy about it. I feel like I’m flying through my work. Everything is so new and uncorrupted… My last laptop was so screwed up that they’re going to have to re-build it. And that was my third laptop within the past two years. I’m now back to a desktop, which promises to have much more horsepower since I’m a power user.
Seriously, our tech guy in the IT department called me a Power User. He also said that I do the most volume of e-mail IN THE ENTIRE COMPANY. Good golly. I knew I was trapped at this machine too long, but that’s just crazy.
He also said that he’d never seen a keyboard as dirty as mine. In fact, he said he wanted to keep it to play practical jokes on people… You know, come in and say ‘here is your new keyboard’ and give them my old crappy dirty one. I said he could do that as long as he didn’t tell anyone that the keyboard was mine.
Perhaps I should stop eating breakfast and lunch while working… Back away from the computer!
Jane is putting together a slide show for the wedding reception. It will have pics of JB and I growing up. My favorites were the pictures that my Mom dug up of my brothers and I.
Well, I’m back… Sort of. What a mess this has been, all because of spammers. Thanks a lot, spammers, you just cost me over $300 and tons of time.
In this ‘upgrade’, which I like to refer as hell, all of my formatting work and pages such as the Wedding page and the About page have been lost. And, they’ve changed things around so much that I’m having a lot of trouble trying to reinstate all of my prior work.
I have learned a few things:
My former host, Netfirms, is evil. Do not do business with them. Period.
It costs a lot of money to try to run a blog like this if you’re not a true techie. I sure paid the price for my database corruption and incorrect configurations at my host.
Anyway, my domain of LynnetteCook.com should be transferred to my new host soon. I say ‘should’ because the Netfirms technical support has been very unsupportive through this whole process.
So, sit tight. There has been progress. And there will be much more, I promise.