a break from wedding woes

We're making our first camping trip of the year.

We're going here.

I'm getting next Friday off. So I'll be able to help get campsites secured with one half the matchmakers.

Come join the Redneck Yacht club of one boat with lots of people floating around it to stay near the beer.

Even though we have had a mild spring (not even hit 100 yet!), I'm glad fiance got an AC unit for our camping machine.

I'm looking forward to my version of graham crackers of thinly rolled cinnamon Cheebe crackers to make Smores.

understanding Bridezilla

Ever since well-meaning people know that I'm getting married, they ask me questions.

I know it's meant to show they're interested in what I'm thinking, but sometimes it feels to be a bit much.

Fiance and I have talked about it a bit. He put in his two cents on what he wants for a tux, and then said "I don't want to worry about anything else. So it's all up to you."

I need tell him that he has to plan his gluten filled groom's cake. Or it's going to end up being a red velvet armadillo cake.

Since I'm now having to think of all these little details, if I can come to a decision, I will want it may way. Even my maid of honor isn't rushing in to take over (something I thought she'd do). She's already looking forward to having a girls weekend making wedding favors.

So without already being one, I'm going to become a bridezilla.

I have a lot of excuses. The bride's cake will need to be gluten-free. The food will have to be gluten-free. I'm making decisions on the colors, the flowers, the dresses, the shoes, the music, the favors, the decorations, the way we're going to be married,

*poof*

Jenn the Bridezilla is born.

the missing Mythbuster

While nobody questions the nature of thermite, this guy sure likes making it and putting it to use. I'm so tempted to take some to our Memorial Day camping trip, but I think there'll be too many strangers around, so I'll wait until we do somewhere more secluded.



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this won't leave you bullet ridden

The one thing I like about going to Picazzo's is that they're frequently changing their menu, adding new things to both their regular and gluten-free menu. I was concerned that they had a couple things on the gluten free menu with blue cheese after the Newsweek article that said that blue cheese is typically grown on bread.

I didn't try the blue cheese items, but there was a new drink on the menu called The Capone. It's potato vodka and Amaretto. While it was a tasty drink, it isn't good with pizza.

So mixed my version tonight with a bit more amaretto than vodka. I used Blue Ice. It is quite tasty.

David fights the big scary company

Oh, anyway, if you're looking to start fighting big business today, the spit wad is landing on Kelloggs.

USPS can go to....

somewhere.

I've heard horror stories from the Fountain Hills USPS branch. Ever since I started working at my Phoenix area hospital, I use the mail drop there. In over a year, I haven't had a problem with nobody getting their bill paid or a card or note.

This week is the most annoying thing yet. Ever since I moved to my duplex, I've always gotten my Sprouts ad on Tuesdays. Their new sale starts Wednesday. I get the rest of the grocery store ads on Wednesday. This Tuesday: no Sprouts ad in my mailbox. Ditto with my the mailbox at my parents place.

Wednesday comes, and my parents mailbox still didn't have a Sprouts ad. Same with my mailbox.

In talking with my sister last night over dinner, I made a comment that Sprouts must not be mailing their ads because I didn't get one, and neither did our parents.

She said "I got an ad on Tuesday, like always. I would have saved it for you if I had known."

What the hell? I didn't get the ad, mom didn't either, but my sister living a half mile away got one.

I figured I'd just look it up online today when I got home. But lo and behold, there was that famous ad in my parents mailbox today. I left it with them since they're coming home in time to appreciate it. And lucky for me, mine was in my mailbox.

USPS can suck big time.

catching up

I talked to my mom tonight. They're on their way back from Chicago tomorrow and should be home Sunday. So that will free up an hour of my after work time to catch up on emails and blogging.

Cats are still fat (fluffy). I wish I could spend more time with my future mother in law.

And I'm giving up my organic shirt. Wonder if contact Maggie's functional organics would do anything.