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Magical

I really like these paintings by artist Heiko Muller.He is a German born artist, and he paints all kinds of trippy stuff…But these woodland creatures are my fave.

According to his bio: “My art comes from an urge to explore. I like the countryside. I like a good view. And once I’m face to face with a lovely scenery, I feel immediately tempted to find out what it’s concealing. The dark goings-on behind the façade of nature, you might say, or the hidden machinations of the animal kingdom.”

They remind me of the magical forrest vibe we are going for at our wedding (which is in, ahem, 19 days) and I like that.

Doesn’t this stag look like SUCH a stout gentleman? So manly even with pink fairy bubbles floating around him. Kind of like Mr. Pete surrounded by my ultra-girl decorating.

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Ridicu-Twitter

Just in case some of you don’t follow me on twitter…and why wouldn’t you?

Do it.

I would like to fill you in on some choice nuggets, this time administered by my mother, that you are missing out on.

I am home for our last shower/bachelorette party, and had dinner with Pete and my mom and step-dad last night. On the way home, here is a taste of the conversation:

“You guys should have your first dance to that gaga pogo-stick song”-my mother

“‘You know what they say about her [Gaga]? She’s, like, a unicorn!’

‘Do you mean hermaphrodite?’ -Pete”

Yes, in fact, she did.

This woman also think “Beyonce” is actually named “Bouncy”, like not to be funny. For rill.

Happy Weekend. Hope it is filled with loons like mine!

Rainbow Brite

I seriously cannot believe it is back-to-school time. I got this from Serena & Lily this morning in my inbox and kind of had that “naked in class” unprepared feeling until I realized, Thank the High Heavens, I am no longer in school.I actually quite like these. They remind me of the LLBean backpacks that were (maybe still are?) a must-have in middle school. But they also kind of remind me of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and might get your child beaten mercilessly, so I would take my endorsement with a grain of salt.

FYI: I keep a file on my desktop titled “Rainbow” that I plop rainbow stuff into (like the above puffy backpack joy) to cheer me up on sad days. On the off chance that you are having a sad day, here is a little peak into the technicolor smiles:

via Cup of Jovia My Favorite and My Best

via Cup of Jovia Made By Girl

Top o’ The Mornin’ to Ya!

Because I know you all have been waiting…

…with bated breath.

“Give me one good reason why I should stay. Give me one non-analytical, off-the-top-of-your-head reason why I should stay.”

It was a big line for me. One I am pretty sure I tweaked and reused in many arguements from then on.

“Give me one non-analytical, off-the-top-of-your-head reason why I should go to P.E.”

“Give me one non-analytical, off-the-top-of-your-head reason why braces are cute”

It was in the first season finale. The one where Dawson takes Joey to go see her felon father (with the strangly kind eyes) in prison?

Joey has been offered a semester in France, which is just HUGE for a girl from the wrong side of the creek, but she wants to stay and run her paws through Dawsons lucious locks…but he has to say he loves her first. And let me just say, all of you adult-Twihards? Who love that junk 1. Cause of RPatz but 2. Because of the angsty teen loonnggg drawn out build up before the kiss action? I would take a trip back to the Creek. Because this show invented that, in my opinion.Manyway, it is a fantastic episode. Lots of great tunes (Edwin McCain: I’ll be, God Bless the Broken Road, Sarah MacLachlan sad puppy song) and lots of great angry Joey faces. I loved how feisty she was. Before she got zombie face.

Speaking of face transformations.How in the hell did this happen?

I mean…

Friday: Welcome to my Brain-Box

Well, well, well. Look what came for me from Furbish today:Sprinkled with Jamies magic pixie dust and sent here on the wings of love. I have big plans for these guys, but they are going to have to wait until Monday. Because my special manfriend has selfishly abandoned me for his brothers bachelor party this weekend, so I am left home alllll alone, with no muscles and no one to man the power tools.

What in the world am I going to do with myself? Besides maybe catch up on some episodes of Dawson’s Creek.

Yes, you heard that correctly.

I thought that this highly emotionally charged month before our wedding was the perfect time to revisit what was, perhaps, the defining cultural moment of my life. Pete was concerned when he walked in on me doing a quote along to a show that aired 12 years ago, and that I have *supposedly* not seen since. I told him as long as I don’t start talking out of the side of my mouth and climbing through our window, he should just chilllll out.

Since starting this blog I have had a lot of really incredible, “NO WAY!! YOU TOO??” moments with my beloved internet besties aka perfect strangers. But this is the true test. If any of you know what Joey is saying to Dawson in this moment. Well besides wanting to mate with you and fly away like an Avatar, I will personally send you on an American Eagle Outfitters shopping spree.

And I will be doing all of this emo-TVing while eating Rabbit Food provided by this Fats Annonymous service that sends minimally fun/maximally nutritious food to your house. It sucks, but its been working. There is the suggestion of an abdominal muscle where the very real existence of a beer belly used to be, so I am going to keep at it.

If only I was as excited about the food as the dogs seems to be.

Listen guys, if you want to eat “crackers” that taste like modg-podged packing peanuts. I won’t hold you back. But I promise you it is about as exciting as kibble.

I wish for all of you a weekend full of margaritas, and hamburgers, and milkshakes. And will hold out hope that my internet soul mate is reading this and can narrate the screen cap. You have no idea how happy that would make me. No cheating though. You are all on *Grams-honor*