And it's about 55 degrees! I wouldn't normally be so cold, in fact 60-65 is my ideal temperature (outside), but considering it was 90 earlier this week, 55 feels like I've been transported back to the Ice Age (or one of them, anyway).
The sad part of this is that it throws my wardrobe choice off for tonight's Giada De Laurentiis signing. I wanted to wear a pretty summery dress, now it looks like it's going to be pants (I don't want to wear a dress + stockings because I think I'll look too dressed up). What is a girl to do? I'm going to have to think long and hard about this.
My 2pm class was cancelled giving me a few solid hours to work on some data for The Big E and to get a workout in before heading over to Sur La Table. I was considering going to get my nails done since I will be handing my book to Ms. De Laurentiis, but I decided to save myself until next week when I get them done for Megan's wedding (yay!).
Bryan and I are officially starting to look at houses tomorrow morning. I'm outrageously excited - More so than I thought I'd be. I don't tend to like looking at pictures of houses on the internet. It does nothing for me, especially since the castle-like ones that I find attractive are usually about a million dollars out of our price range. It's hard to characterize the type of house I want (quaint and homey) through looking at pictures of houses that are either a.) vacant, or b.) filled with someone else's stuff. I am curious to see what our favorite houses (as seen on internet pictures) look like in person; I'm sure I will be keeping the blog up to date as this develops.
It's been a long week, but we've made some good progress on that aspect of starting our lives together (as husband and wife, anyways). I always think it's weird when people say, "Oh, you're starting your lives together." I've been putting up with his newspaper-strewn, always-late-for-everything butt for over two and a half years! I started my life with him quite awhile ago! I'm just kidding; of course even though it's messier than I would like sometimes (last night he finally opened mail that had been sitting on the counter for months), I wouldn't trade life as Soon-to-be-Mrs. Hoey for anything.
We have some wedding details to take care of soon as I mentioned in the last blog, but for some reason I feel like I've been on Spring Break too, probably because I've actually been home at night. Even though I work only two nights a week most weeks, I love having the whole night together as a couple. When I work til 9, I usually eat then fall asleep within an hour and a half. Speaking of falling asleep, we've watched two movies this week. The first was The Men Who Stare at Goats. My official review is: it was a stinker. Then last night we watched Jennifer's Body. Whatever you do, do not watch these two movies back to back. You will be significantly dumber as a result - each of them individually is bad enough! I will say we expected nothing of Jennifer's Body except to gawk at Megan Fox. But The Men Who Stare at Goats??? I know George Clooney is due for a rough movie every now and again, but this was just bad - although it has induced some funny staring contests between Bryan and I the past few days.
I've also been watching too much Say Yes to the Dress as of lately, so I'm back to openly weeping at anything having to do with weddings. This leads to me looking at the pictures of me in my dress for long periods of time. I can't wait til my first fitting. Time takes too long for me sometimes.
I apologize for such a surface blog, but I think I've already rambled about too much random stuff to really get into anything of substance. I was thinking about writing about my epic battle with the bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs that Bryan got me for Easter. But I'm not quite sure if anyone would find that interesting. Well, here's the abridged version:
I told Bryan that if he were to get me a Reese's PB Egg for Easter to JUST GET ONE! He knows they are my favorite and buying those 6-packs or anything larger results in a massive binge which I later feel terribly guilty about.
So what does Bryan do?
He buys a bag of course. "They're the smaller ones!" he said in his defense. "Yes, but there are MORE OF THEM!" I told him. I mean, uh, I thanked him profusely.
Anyways, the first night these things were in the apartment, I ate 6. How does a person do this? It's easy. She eats two. Then she realizes that they would be especially delicious crumbled on top of the dark chocolate ice cream Bryan had also brought home (another Easter gift).
The second night I think I exhibited a bit of self-control and ate 4 (and the ice cream separately). Wednesday I limited myself to two! (and ice cream, yes). Last night, it was a battle of my mind over my body. After dinner I approached the bag - for the record, I don't know how many are in there, but I hope this thing is darn close to empty because otherwise those things are MULTIPLYING in there! - and I retrieved one Reese's PB Egg. I returned to the dinner table and declared, "I am eating only ONE tonight."
Bryan teased, "There is no way you can only eat one piece of candy. I eat one piece of candy, you are not capable of eating one piece of candy, you love it too much."
I took the still-wrapped Reese's over to my favorite spot on the couch and proceeded to start in on some Sudoku (I never get tired of Sudoku). Finally, I dove in. My family always said I could do Reese's commercials. I peel off all the chocolate without nibbling the peanut butter and I savor the chocolate's yummy sweetness. Then I have a big hunk of peanut butter waiting for me! I enjoyed it...and The End! We watched the movie, walked the dog, and went to bed. I survived the evening having eaten only one piece of candy!
As it stands right now: Stephanie 1, Reese's PB Eggs, 0. I won the battle, but the war is not over...I think there's about half a bag left :-)
Have a great weekend, everyone!
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