| May. 5th, 2009 @ 09:09 pm (no subject) |
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Current Mood:  busy
So we're down to the detail stretch on the wedding. We need to make centerpieces, put the favors together, print the programs, and within three weeks or so, start calling people to politely inquire if they're coming or not. We also need to finish paying for things. I went in for my first dress fitting and the dratted dress is too small in the ribcage. I have a 27 inch ribcage on a generous day and my dress is a size 10, but still, the ribs squeeze and constrict. Short of radical body-modification procedures I haven't the foggiest idea how to make my ribs skinnier. I was all prepared to realize that I needed to drop ten pounds (if not more) and I still do, but you can't tell in the dress because of where it's fitted and where the A-line starts flaring out. (rehearsal dinner! Greg has to get that taken care of!) I actually look quite slender and elegant in it, if you ignore the sausage casing effect going on under my boobs. Thankfully it's only a quarter to half inch difference and there's plenty of room to let the seams out a little bit (I just hope it doesn't mess up the line of the dress, it's so pretty!) I know I have a quite generous rack and tush as well as some excess squish around the stomach area, but I never expected my ribcage to let me down. We are 5 and a half weeks away from the wedding at this point and Greg keeps thinking of people he needs to invite. It's getting to the point where it's tacky to invite people! (though we have no A list or B list or anything and everyone knows that I (and Greg) am a giant procrastinator and Ash, your invitation is totally in the mail, it went out in the first round of envelopes, but you've been in Europe so bah humbug on you!) FIVE AND A HALF WEEKS! Oh sweet merciful crap, if the planning doesn't kill me, this is going to be amazing.
Adorable cousin has started introducing herself to strangers as "My name is Bella and I'm going to be a flower girl in TWO weddings this summer" She's pretty convinced weddings exist so there can be a flower girl and I'm not about to argue with her. Her mother told me about the first time she met my family and my cousin introduced herself as "I'm Mary Kate and I'm going to be your flower girl when you get married" She'd been dating my uncle for roughly three months and we basically scared the crap out of her but darnit, Mary Kate wanted to be a flower girl! (she got to be, it was awesome). Bella's little brother has started telling his mom all about how he gets to be the ring bearer and how cool it's going to be so that makes me happy as well.
I also need to start running/jogging/losing weight because it's really too late to lose anything significant by the wedding but I'd still feel more confident in my bikinis on the honeymoon if I'd at least made a more spirited attempt than usual to get into shape and eat healthy (can I just eat sashimi every day for five weeks? Fish is excellent diet food right? My wallet will totally forgive me if I look rockin' in a bikini in the Bahamas)
Oh yeah and I graduate in three days! Dr. Fireberry bitches! Finished my rotations, got A's on every blessed one except the capstone that I really hated and didn't try on. So I got A's on all my medical, drug-related, patient care rotations, rock on! |
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