This is my grumpypants blog. That's what I have been all week long - plain grumpy. I don't know if it's been the weather (it's been raining in Atlanta for days), but certain occurrences this whole week made me want to a.) cry or b.) scream. And often opted for one of the two in the privacy of my own apartment. I'm not usually a grumpy person, and I'm certainly never chronically grumpy for long periods of time, so I'll attribute it to a certain chocolate-craving, bloat-inducing time of the month. Is that fair? Why am I telling you this? Well, if you've felt ignored in the blogosphere since Monday, that is why. I had nothing to say that wasn't scathing on different topics, so I decided to just be silent.
I was feeling pretty positive this morning, until two things threw this day all off.
I read that Pearl Jam announced dates that go nowhere near Atlanta in the month of May. That makes me want to kick something...which leads me to the other hypothesis that these feelings of frustration have not been channeled into my normal kickboxing routine. I am "on break" from kickboxing until after the half-marathon next weekend and I miss it desperately. I'm sure there are people who's legs are strong enough to both kickbox and run a half-marathon, but my legs are not and I didn't have enough time to train them to be (but maybe I will!). Kickboxing was tiring my legs out to the point that I was suffering on my longer runs, but this is surely a sign of a great workout!!
Anyways, I have been keeping up with lots of weight training in addition to my running to ensure I look pretty in the dress that I'm also not allowed to see. I've mentioned my problems in trying to find my dress online in an effort to just stare at it (without the style number which is on the M.O.B.'s receipt). I thought it was clever, then, that M.O.H. Nicole had taken pictures at Betty's of me in my dress. A girl can definitely dream while looking at the image of herself in her wedding dress, right? Apparently not, according to the M.O.B. She had asked M.O.H. Nicole to resist sending the pictures to me. You can imagine my confusion and anger at this point. I already know what the dress looks like. I don't want to send/show the pictures to anyone else. I have not even whispered to anyone any details of this dress, so why ban me from seeing pictures of myself? The funny part is after pointing this out to the M.O.B., she e-mailed Nicole and told her that if she wanted she could send the pictures to me. Why does everyone else get to control these pictures? Granted, they're on Nicole's camera, so technically she has "the rights" to them, but they were taken with the purpose that I would be able to look at them!! I should've just brought my own damn camera, obviously, but I figured if I were putting dresses on I wouldn't be taking my own picture...it's like an LSAT logic question.
I know that if these are the two biggest issues of my day, I'm a pretty lucky person. I get it. I'd certainly take this drama over many other things people encounter in wedding planning. But it brings to my attention the larger problem that we will never understand the M.O.B. (I know, I've been trying for 28 years). And I will probably remain grumpy well through the weekend. I am going to workout, hang out with some friends this weekend, do the whole hotel/invitation thing, and try not to ruin everyone else's weekend that comes near me. Wish me luck. Or don't, I'd probably just tell you to shove it up your a$$.
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