So I’ve been doing a lot of research on treatments and procedures and whatnot as part of my wedding planning regimen.  Facials, makeup, hair–you name it, I’ve done research on it.  In fact, just yesterday I got my nails done.  I have pretty decent natural nails, but because I use my hands so much, any manicure is lost on my hands with a few days (if not less when it’s a frenchie).  So I looked into other options.  I ended up getting gel over my natural nails and so far, so good (one chipped this morning, but I’ll probably pop into the salon again this week to get it touched up).

Over the weekend, I had a very vivid dream about self-tanning.  In reality, I am more than freaked out about using self-tanning products (lotions, sprays, whatever).  I just know that I can be inept and I would totally screw it up.  I’d end up a big ol’ mess of splotchy all over and my palms would be dark orange.  However, I am apparently very adept at using these products in my life in the dream realm!  I applied this self-tanning lotion in quadrants and it was looking real good (and NO orange palms!)  Only in dreams…

I went to the doctor yesterday to have a mole biopsied.  Today, my back hurts where she took the sample.  Not really bad, but annoyingly so.  However, it’s enough to make me want to wear sunscreen all over all the time even more than I did before this.  And I know I probably have “problem” areas all over the place because I’m fair and not only did I spend A LOT of time in the sun as a kid, but I did my fair share of fake-n-baking, as recently as three years ago.

I don’t want skin cancer and I’d like to avoid any more of these biopsy things.  But I want to be tan!  What’s a fair scandinavian girl supposed to do?!

I’ve done more this morning than I think I did every day combined last week.  I am amazed.  But that is what happens when you actually think of critical things that you need to take care (and in one case really should have taken care of last Friday…oops).

Man, and my afternoon has been chock full of busy-ness and productivity, too!  Hopefully I’ve left enough exciting tasks to work on for the rest of the week…!

(Don’t ask about the time of post…I just got home from a friend’s birthday party!)

Today was not so bad for a Monday.

The weekend was pretty jam-packed.  Went bridesmaid dress shopping while test driving a Honda CR-V for the day.  Fella and I have decided that it will be my new vehicle.  It’s not a matter of if, but when.  And by when, I mean it will happen by the end of the month.  Hooray!

Of course, Mother’s Day was spent with my mom.  The whole fam went to breakfast, Mom and I ran grocery errands and hit up the craft store to play around with possible sillk centerpiece arrangements.  And I cooked dinner for a change.

On my way home, though, I remembered that I forgot to do something Friday at work.  Pretty much my whole week last week was a wash.  I was useless.  Today I was a little bit better, but not by much.  I think it’s because I only have those mundane things left over to work on right now.  And that’s just boring.

I’ve secured a loaner from a local Honda dealership Saturday!  I was feeling like I couldn’t make a real decision on a car based on the measly 10 minute-long basic test drive.  First I looked to rent a CR-V for a weekend.  No luck finding a rental company that advertises having CR-Vs in their fleets.  So I went straight to the source and a dealer set me up to twst drive one “for 2-3 hours.”  If by “2-3 hours” they mean half a day, then yes–2-3 hours!

I’m definitely excited about that!  But what makes it more exciting…

…Is that I get to drive my girls around on Saturday to go bridesmaid dress shopping!  We’re driving a ways away from home to go looking and trying.  The first place I found that actually had a particular style that I liked happened to be a ways away.  And I want to see what I like in person on my girls’ girls!

So we’re driving.  In a loaner CR-V.  Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I told my folks about the car arrangements and my do-gooder mom says “won’t they be expecting it back by noon, one o’clock?”  Of COURSE they will, but they won’t get it!  Dad agreed with me: the dealership want to make a sale, they want me to be happy.  (Besides, they know how to track me down and harrass me anyway.)

Did I mention I’m excited?

Bored this morning.  Work has been slow-ish this week (and part of last).  So I’m working on some really boring projects that have been sitting on my tasks list for sometime.  And I know why they just sat there for so long.  Can you say tedious much?

As you know, Cinco de Mayo came and went.  I consumed nary a margarita, taco, nor [insert festive Mexican fare here].  It got me wondering, is there a difference in the gusto with which we celebrate certain non-holidays? 

For instance, I stand firmly in the camp that St. Patty’s Day should be deemed a national holiday.  No, I am not even a skosh Irish.  When it comes to Cinco de Mayo, I could take it or leave it (although I do have a mad craving hangover–not to be confused with a hangover craving–[or should I say holdover?] for some festive fare).  It has always been that way for me.  Is this because I can stomach whisky better than tequila?  Is it because I consume whisky with more regularity than tequila, save for the occasional margarita?

My real theory is that usually my Spring Break fell in March during both college and law school, leaving me ample ready, willing ability to be festive.  Whereas May found me still hard at work in college and in the final push of final exams in law school (thus, no time to make a big deal of it).

To those die-hards who go all out for both non-holidays I pose to you the following: how do the two non-holidays compare?

It’s only May Day and I already feel as though May is half over.  I look at the how packed the calendar is and the month is just totally gone.  This weekend we’re maybe going to look at a car about an hour away (more on this later); then it’s Cinco de Mayo – I have no plans, but I wouldn’t mind a good margarita & taco out); then suddenly it’s Mother’s Day – again, I have no firm plans yet, but would like to have both families–mine and Fella’s–over for brunch; the 19^th I have Dentist & Doctor appointments; and we’re quickly at Memorial Day weekend…and we’re out.

Remember that sweet car I mentioned that Fella found in a Craigslist ad?  Well I called on it today after my e-mail inquiry went unanswered for almost two days.  I mentioned that we would be driving up from the Bay Area to see it and sooo-ey! if I didn’t just see Babe sprout wings right outside my office window.  He admitted some pretty material facts about the vehicle that might affect a buyer’s opinion of a vehicle!

Yes folks.  A used car salesman didn’t try to swindle me, a potential customer.

Apparently, the car has a clean Car Fax report, but has undergone some previous paint work to the bumper, trunk and quarter panel.  It’s a safe bet to guess that it was involved in a rear-end collision.  And I’m pretty sure we won’t even bother going to look at it.

I’ve been having really strange and vivid dreams the last three nights.  I can’t recall what the other two were, but last night’s is still fresh in my memory.

Somehow a colony of bees inhabited my slippers and I put them on without realizing this.  So in this dream world of mine, once I had them on my feet, I couldn’t take them off for two reasons: 1) I would risk upsetting the hive even more and they would attack me; and 2) they made pretty quick work about attaching their honeycomb to my feet (and who wants to disturb the production of honey? Not me!)  

Eventually the bees calmed down enough that I could be persuaded to try to take off my slippers.  To my dismay, the honeycomb had deteriorated and most of the bees had joined the rapturous recall to heaven.

Bizarre-o.

To Do Lists.  Maybe this seems like a paradox (because it means there are enough tasks to juggle that a list is required to manage them all) but trust me–it’s a very good thing right now.  While I started writing mine Sunday, Fella questioned whether or not he was wasting my time just spending Sunday like we normally do.  Lesson learned by him: time needed to plan our wedding is just as precious as time needed to work on his thesis.

Costco.  I took a short drive down the road to the Costco nearest my office on lunch yesterday.  I bought a plethora of vitamins that I’ve been shopping around for lately; I was surprised to find most of them there.  However, I’m a little scared to take the fish-oil supplement from things I’ve read about it.

Not to mention, cheaper gas.  At Costco.  Not from Omega-3′s.

And who could forget: lunch for a dollar-fifty!!!

(I think Father Zest bought the battery for Caddy at our hometown Costco on Sunday, too!)

My Bridal Party. They just RAWK!  And I love them.

GNO. The drinks: GOOD.  The food: GREAT.  The company: OUTSTANDING!!  Even if the parking was bad and the service was worse (with the exception of the bartender…and not accounting for the botched wine flight order, which really benefitted us in the end anyway).  A Friday night can’t get any better than one spent with friends and where you’re reminded that we still got it!

My favorite quote of the night: “You guys are hot!” -Little guy whose mission seemed to try to hit on each and every one of us by night’s end.  His only success: talking guitars with our friend’s husband!

Craigslist.  Fella found a listing for a pretty sweet vehicle last week.  It’s not at all like what I’ve been shopping around for thus far.  And it is, of course, not new.  But after some careful consideration, it is just a really practical move to make.And as long as the car’s still available by then, we’re going to take a drive to take a look-see at it on Saturday.  But regardless of how that endeavor turns out, a new set of wheel are imminent.

Allergies.  Mine are getting worse and worse by the day.  Apparently it’s the one thing that will make me actually go to see a doctor.  Yep, it’s that bad.

Old cars. Since the demise of my crappy white cloud on wheels, I’ve been driving my mom’s old car.  The Caddy.  It gets great mileage for my commute.  (Ugh, which reminds me that I didn’t run to get gas this afternoon and it needs it BAD).  Anyway, Friday I was supposed to run an errand in the afternoon. 

Car.Won’t.Start.

We try to jump it. No dice.  Stranded.  At work.  On Friday afternoon.  Without AAA.  Awesome.

The good news was that I already had plans to be in the area with my parents (who DO have AAA) Saturday.  We called for a tow at the end of our day and waited.  Tow truck gets there and jump starts it. 

WTF.  So we got a new battery in her today.  Whatever.

Not being in bed yet.  Good night, folks.