Concern.  After typing "www.iammostboring.com" into my search field, I was redirected to my own gmail inbox.  I guess it's true.

I'm itching for a luxurious, relaxing vacation.  My mission lately has been trying to convince S that he really would enjoy taking a cruise.  He claims that cruises are for lazy, bourgeois people who have no taste in food or entertainment and who are too afraid to explore parts of the world that haven't been appropriately gentrified into white tourist traps.  My only argument thus far has been 24 hour pizza bar!  How can you complain!?   I can understand his side, truly I can.  Honestly, I know that a cruise ship is no way to gain any kind of cultural experience of the Western Carribean, but right now I'm far more interested in afternoon cocktails with a crappy novel on a sundeck.  Besides,  there aren't many other opportunities to sneak off on a five day tropical get-away for less than $1,000.  Even if we just drive to Florida and book a room for four nights and dine on  $75 a day (even less than Rachel Ray does!), we'd be spending the same amount of money. Plus we'd be wasting 4 hours worth of gas and vacation time traveling both ways, whereas, with the cruise, we can catch the street car in front of the house and ride it down to the boarding docks for only $1.50 per person!

Somehow I will make this work.

During this period of uncertainty and impotency, I find myself binging on old Christmas candies and lima beans. 

The most magical children's choir from P.S.22 in New York singing Tori Amos

Oh, I had a big entry until LJ ate it.

1.  Daylight savings time is ruining my life.  I'm so tired!

2.  My co-worker drives me batty.  Most days I want to slap his face and hurt his feelings.  I'll tell you all about his whackadoodle habits soon.

3.  Made a wreath!

4.  Husband has been riding his bike to and from work.  I find this immensely sexy. 

5.  I fear that I am getting sick.  Must find fabulous job with high pay and health insurance asap. 

COOKIES AND MILK TIME!!!!

It's hard to be motivated.  I went to the grocery store this morning and spent $35 on produce: squash, zuchini, eggplant, onions, garlic, new potatoes, cabbage, carrots, spinach, cucumber, tomato, lemons, honeysomething apples, bananas, satsumas <3, ginger, cauliflower...yeah, that's about all.  $35, man.  Oh, and a bell pepper. 

It's a gorgeous day outside--I sat on the porch and talked to my mother on the telephone, then shut myself inside with the doors and windows open trying to make new meals out of leftovers.  I got a pasta salad and some rice pudding out of it, both of which are pretty intense flavor-wise. 

Gigantic pet peeve:  People who eat out of the community container and liiiiiick their utensils before going back in for more.  I know I french kiss my husband and all, but I almost threw up in my mouth when I saw him drooling into the pasta salad bowl.  It's just really gross.  You remember the episode of Reading Rainbow where they swabbed Lavar Burton's cheek and made a little culture colony in a petry dish?  That's all I can think about.  Gag gag gag.     

Until I get the hang of writing again, I'll try to supplement junk with pictures.  I'm not a photographer or anything, I just know that I'm nosy and think you might be, too.

This afternoon I must clean at least one more part of the house.  Finish my resume.  Write my damned thank you notes.  I don't know why showing people that I'm grateful for their pyrex is so blasted hard.  

I just joined Good Reads this morning to help me keep track of the books  I've read this year.  I can't remember more than half of them.  If you're already a member of Good Reads, or if you've been thinking about joining, please add me.  I am desperate for recommendations  Someone has an appalling love of "chick lit" and could use sturdy recommendations.  I'm not naming names.

Please find me there:  Ashley; aebock@gmail.com

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Weekend Ambitions

I think that I might graduate next week.  When I find out, I will celebrate with french toast, whipped cream and strawberries; an hour long massage and a manicure (if my chewed off nails grow back); perhaps a little shopping for summer skirts, dresses, sandals; and giant-sized alcoholic beverages.  Congratulations, little lady.



Then, it will be my birthday!
Then, it will be my wedding!
Then, it will be everything else!
Then, I will win a new car!
Then, I will pay off student loans!
Then, I will take a weekend to sleep in!
Then, maybe when.

Now, I am dehydrated and achey from too many no-sleeping pills.  I eat teevee dinners and play scrabble.  I'm going to write one last paper.

For one of my final projects for school, I'm supposed to make a blog about how I'm using the internet to plan my wedding.  And if it's not any trouble, would you mind visiting my journal, e_planning, and maybe leaving some comments or participating in some of the polls?  There are a bunch of pictures to look at, a neat tutorial on how to make a wedding cake, Green alternatives for good sex.  Can you resist? 

If you have time, please visit my wedding blog and share your comments and insights.  I would really love to make this part of my project interactive. 

See me in wedding dresses!  Vote on wedding music!  Share your personal experiences with weddings!

Come see me at e_planning

Dear lovely Livejournal ladies,

If you are married or have been married before, would you do me the honor of telling me about your wedding planning experiences? Mostly information about how you used the internet or technology that wasn't available to earlier brides to help you plan. I would really appreciate it.

You can send me a few sentences about your overall experience, or if you prefer, please answer some of the questions below in as much detail as you'd like:


1. What year did you get married in? How old were you? (you don't have to answer that!)

2. How long was your engagement? How long did you give yourself to plan your wedding?

3. Who helped you plan your wedding? Family? Friends? A professional wedding planner?

4. Were you in school, working, or caring for a family while you were planning your wedding?

5. How involved was your future husband in the planning process?

6. How did you choose the church, reception venue, caterer, music, etc.? Recommendations? Bridal magazines? Other?

7. If you were to plan your wedding in 2008, would you use technology to make the process simpler? If yes, what kinds?

8. How do you feel about using the internet to plan important events like weddings and other large parties? Is it reliable? Convenient?

9. What was the most stressful aspect of your wedding planning experiences?

10. What do you think of some of the new internet wedding crazes like:
(a.) Save the Date cards, (b.) Honeymoon registries, (c.) e-mailed Thank You notes, (d.) RSVPing on a couple's wedding website, (e.) anything else that you've noticed change in recent years?

A lot of my older lady family members have answered these, and it's been so illuminating! I was tickled by some of their answers. Apparently, my aunts will disown me if I email Thank You notes or have a Honeymoon registry. I'm really looking forward to hearing what my younger friends have to say about these things.

Cheers, cheers to the last semester of all-nighters which culminate in two pages of paraphrased Victorian literature and copious amounts of internet "research" interspersed with potty breaks. I pray that once I am out of school, I will discover my desire to write again. I hate writing. Loathe it. Despise it. I never believed such a thing could happen. I never believed that I would miss studying math! These next three months seem to stretch before me, an endless abyss of deadlines and half-read assignments. I'm going to make a paper chain, a scholastic advent calendar, some perspective. Because I realize that while the end seems so terribly far away, due-dates are walking behind me, stepping on my shadow, tripping on the backs of my heels.

Please go see There Will Be Blood. It was amazing. Maybe one of the best films ever. A three hour movie that didn't contain a single lull. And I drank two giant sodas. I promise that you would risk a bladder infection for this film.

Apparently, my laptop melted a hershey kiss that was tucked away inside the pocket of my jacket. So that's why my hand, bobby pins, and hair looks as though they're all smeared with feces. So that's why.

School starts one week earlier that I'd anticipated. Since when does my university start school as early as the freaking 14th!

After a long morning of work, I choose to snuggle under my new polar-fleecey blanket and watch Barefoot in the Park in bed.

Attempting to hang lights and garland on the front of the house with SO. Of course, I mis-measured a few things, but I told him last night that we would need larger nails and tacks. No one is right, and everyone is mean. All I want is a little bit of pretty, Christmasy home decor! Does it have to be this difficult? Geez!

And no, I don't really want to wrap lights around all of the posts and banisters and windows, even thought I am the one who oooh's and aaaah's over houses covered in lights. So quit trying to do it to my house, darn it!

Oh, I was going to make some dumb post about how I'm tired, and exhausted, and physically hurting, and mentally hurting, and how life is just so hard. But really, I whine more than any woman really has a right to. I've got papusas and plantains in my belly, a nice boy who swears he'll rub my legs for me tonight, and a teacher who is graciously giving me until tomorrow to complete my research paper. I almost don't even care that the A/C is broken and that the temperature has been in the mid-80's in freakin' December. Because the low tonight is going to be 69 degrees and there's a nice breeze through the screen door.

Jill--I just got your Christmas card. Thank you! You brightened my day. :)

Hellooooo?



Is it meee you're looking forrrrrrrrr?

Someone found this video on TheKnot.com boards and posted it in weddingplans. It's so freakin' hilarious, I promise. Just watch, and imagine witnessing that at your best friend's wedding.