Dancing through life...

As most of you (should) already know, Rich proposed to me on Friday April 26th, 2013. I, of course, said yes. He had a gorgeous ring custom-made with a family heirloom diamond, two amethysts, and a rose gold band. I have sent him many inspiration photos over the years; the ring I ended up with is even more beautiful than I could have imagined. SO SPARKLY OMG.

The wedding is probably going to be at least a year from now, what with the having to plan and pay for things. I've decided that I want to fold a thousand paper cranes for the even. They're not terribly complicated, and if I do ten a day it will only take me a hundred days to finish. We've got plenty of time!

Other than that and a few wedding party members, nothing else has been decided. Rich and I are going to sit down and decide exactly what we want the wedding to be like tonight, and then I suppose we'll start looking at venues. We're not in any big rush, and we're only going to do this once (hopefully,) so we want to do it right.

We think we might like to do a brunch buffet, but most wedding venue sites only have menus and pricing for dinner-type items so we'd have to contact places to find out if they can even do brunch, and how much they'd charge. We both love breakfast foods, brunch has a little something for everyone, and (most importantly) we can serve BACON!

Rich and I definitely don't want to go into debt over this one day, so we'll see what's what. I'm definitely willing to compromise on some things in order to have all of our friends and family there to celebrate with us.

So excited!

This is the first time in a long, long time that I haven't been excited for Halloween. I didn't have the time and resources to get my costume made. Our Funkin* is sitting on the dining table, un-carved. Rich is going to be working most of the day and into the night on Saturday; I don't feel like traveling terribly far on my own, so I probably won't go to any of the parties to which I have been invited.

We don't get any trick-or-treaters, so there's no candy in my house. I shall have to pilfer from my parents before they run out. (Translation: before Dad finishes it all.)

Maybe I'll go take some photos in the cemetery if it's nice enough out. I haven't done that in a few months, and it's appropriate for the holiday, no?

The post-Halloween holidays, on the other hand, I am stupid-excited about. Even though Thanksgiving in my family is traditionally held at my parents' house, and our apartment is way too teeny to host the event, I'm looking at festive table linens rather wistfully. (Hm. The one that would fit my table is only fifteen dollars. I just got a five dollar coupon, too...)

I have Plans for the biscuits this year, even though my mother nixed my bacon-biscuit idea. (Perhaps I shall do half plain and half bacon? I think this may be an excuse to perform some experiments. Delicious, delicious experiments!) I'll get to break out my super-nifty potato peeling device, as well.

Then there's Christmas. Cannot. Wait. I've already got a pretty decent wishlist going, (I like to put a lot of stuff on my wishlist, so that I may still be surprised when gift-opening occurs. If there were only one or two things on it I would know what I was getting before I opened any of the packages, and that would not be fun!) and have been harassing my family members to provide me with theirs. Mom wants a TV; Dad is usually the most difficult, but I have a bit of a plan for him. That leaves Steve. He tends to buy himself a lot of stuff, which limits my gift-giving options.

I'm going to pull out our decorations the minute Thanksgiving is over, and start getting the apartment in holiday-mode. (Unless, of course, we end up moving. Or something.) The lights, the garland, the scented candles, the festive table linens, the holiday movies...

I guess Halloween just seems sort of inconsequential when compared to the feelings that the other holidays elicit. Not that it's not fun, but I'm just more in the mood for that homey feeling these days.

This may have a lot to do with my desire to start shopping for a house to buy. To me, and I think to many people, the holidays mean home. We already know that our little apartment won't be "home" for too much longer. If we can get a mortgage, we'll be buying a house, most likely on the other side of the Hudson. If that doesn't happen, we'll probably move anyway when our landlord raises our rent. For what we'd be paying if that happened, we could get a much nicer, bigger place. (Preferably with a dishwasher and laundry facilities. A girl can hope!)

Part of the problem is that I get bored at work, and start looking at real estate listings online. I keep seeing adorable little houses that we could totally afford! In fact, according to the little calculators on the real estate websites, (which may or may not be accurate,) the mortgage payments on some of those homes would be less than what we are paying in rent right now!

Methinks I must learn some patience. It will happen soon, just not necessarily as soon as I would like.

Also, I really really REALLY want a LensBaby. They just released a fisheye optic! How freaking cool is that??

In short: I'm really sort of "meh" when it comes to Halloween this year, but I want the rest of the holidays to get here, darn it!

*A Funkin is a carvable fake pumpkin. We got it for two reasons: 1. I kept hearing about pumpkin shortages due to fungus, and 2. we don't have an appropriate porch to store a Jack O'Lantern on, so last year we put it on our table. It went moldy and gooed all over the place. It was gross.

Today means that Rich and I have been together for six WHOLE years!

As I keep reminding him, that's only 1/10th the time my grandparents have been married, but I still think it's kind of awesome.

I love him more and more every day.

<3

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Oh HELL no!

Rich is at the Orlando airport, and he found a Lush store! He's picking me up some samples, and maybe a present!

::SQUEE!::

Even better, I get to see him tonight! ::Dances::

I’m coming, I’m coming home to you
I’m alive, I’m a mess
I can’t wait to get home to you
To get warm, warm and undressed

There’ve been changes beyond my dreams
Everybody wants me to sing
There’ve been changes beyond my grasp
Things I’m sinking in

So keep me, keep me in your bed all day, all day
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing heals me like you do

And when somebody knows you well
Well, there’s no comfort like that
And when somebody needs you
Well, there’s no drug like that

So keep me, keep me in your bed all day, all day
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing heals me like you do

And when I’m home, curled in your arms
And I’m safe again
I’ll close my eyes and sleep, sleep
To the sound of London rain

So keep me, keep me in your bed all day, all day
Nothing heals me like you do
So keep me, keep me in your bed all day, all day
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing heals me like you do

Nothing falls like London rain
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing falls like London rain
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing falls like London rain
Nothing heals me like you do
Nothing falls like London rain
Nothing heals me like you do

SO sleeping in tomorrow...

One day until our three and a half year anniversary. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Four days until Steven's birthday.

Eleven days until Wicked Faire.

Fifteen days until Valentine's Day.

Sixteen days until all of the chocolate goes on sale.

Twenty five days until California vacation!

So much to do, so little time...

By the way, if anyone can find me this color (or similar) lipstick for significantly less than fourteen dollars, I will love you forever.  Barring that, does anybody know of a drug store or department store or something that carries Lord & Berry cosmetics?   

Bottle of Japanese Cherry Blossom Bubble Bath-$9.50 at Bath and Body Works

Bottle of Japanese Cherry Blossom Body Wash-$9.50 at Bath and Body Works

Bottle of Japanese Cherry Blossom Body Lotion-$10.50 at Bath and Body Works

Being all kinds of soft and nice-smelling when your love comes home to cuddle you?-Priceless

<3

This weekend was significantly better for me than the previous one. I sold ninety four roses on Saturday, and ninety three on Sunday. When I went home and played with the numbers, my monetary average is just a smidge below where I want it to be, even with the days we closed early and the day I had to miss. This makes me happy. Of course, my selling average is not what it should be, but you can't have everything.

I think the best part of this weekend was the completely random and unexpected appearance of an old friend. For those new to this journal, I went to The American Musical and Dramatic Academy (AMDA) in NYC. While there, I started playing D&D in the basement lounge of my dorm with an eclectic group of people, one of whom is Tim Ott, who is currently playing Guybrosh Threepwood the almost-pirate at NYRF.

Another was a rather interesting fellow named Schuyler. Schuyler was a little eccentric, very smart and savvy, funny, and generally fun to be around. After we graduated three years ago, we all went our separate ways, and I lost track of Schuyler. Tim managed to keep in touch with him a bit, though.

Well guess who showed up at faire on Saturday out of the blue? Schuyler! I didn't find out until pub sing, when I proceeded to pounce upon Schuyler and near-simultaneously punch Tim. Bastard knew ALL DAY and didn't tell me!

We caught up a bit the next day. He's doing well, he's happy. We exchanged e-mails, and hopefully will manage to keep in touch better this time around. Hopefully his faire visit will become a yearly occurence. We shall see. It was great seeing him!

The rude patrons have finally gotten to me. I finally snapped this weekend, and boy did it feel good! The first time was outside of Knightly. (axplazeboy is my witness to this.) Some woman was going on and on and on about how Attilla the Pup was in the booth, and they wouldn't let her bring her dog into faire, and that was terribly unfair of them, and so on and so forth. I turned around and said to her, "M'lady, that dog is part of the show," as scathingly as I could while still smiling sweetly. She then said that she'd just have to get a job there next year so she could bring her dog with her. Fat chance, bitch.

Later on, I tried to sell a rose to a couple in front of Medieval Productions. They side-stepped around me, and continued on their way without so much as a glance or a "No, thanks." So I turned around, pointed at their backs and shouted "ZOMBIES! ZOMBIES! 'TIS THE UNDEAD! HELP!!!" They didn't have a clue what was happening or why I was shouting at their backs, but the whole freaking street applauded me! I had to go away and re-gain my composure after that, I was laughing so hard. I'm glad to have provided a bit of entertainment to several vendors who were having a relatively uneventful day.

The next one was slightly more passive. I tried to sell a rose to a couple, and the woman said "NO!" as if I were a puppy who had just peed on her favorite shoes. So I raspberried them as they proceeded on their way. She totally turned around and looked, too. I kind of wish she'd have started something with me, so I could ask her if her mother had taught her any manners, or if she was just a mean person.

The last was near close. Pub Sing was going on, and there was a couple sitting on one of the benches that surround the lawn. I tried to sell them a rose, and they looked at me, then continued with their conversation. I stood there for a minute or two, waiting for them to say "No, thank you," or something, anything. Then I decided to do something about it. I said to them "You know, it's more polite to say 'No, thank you,' than to ignore a person. Have a nice day!" and walked away. They were pretty shocked.

I think I've gotten it out of my system now. Though the ZOMBIES bit did work pretty well at the time, I need a proper audience for it to go over properly in the future. It won't work in all situations, and the patrons have been being relatively polite recently. Not that that's a bad thing, of course.

Oh! I also bought Rich a pair of wrap pants from Dra's. I love them! He looks SO SEXY in them. ::swoon:: I hope he wears them on Saturday. ::hint, hint::

Three years, and it just keeps getting better...

::glee::

Love you, baby!