Update soon! (and some housekeeping items).

Hi all!

I’m back – not sure how many noticed I was gone since my blogging has been sparse to say the very least.   There is so much going on – I keep waiting for things to slow down but it appears there is no such thing.

I’m moving on Monday and soon after Jen is moving into my old apartment and I’m so excited for her to be a city girl.   She loves Long Island but I really do think she’ll enjoy living in the city.  I resisted for the longest time and now I’m dragging my feet to leave. :(

I also need to change the name of this blog.   I still want it to be about life and food and things like that but I am no longer single (obviously!) so the name seems silly.

Any and all suggestions as to a new name would be MUCH appreciated!!   I’m pretty much at a loss.   Second Helpings seems to be a no-brainer but there are multiple catering companies and others using that name and I don’t want to have to switch AGAIN.

Also if anyone knows how I can switch this puppy over to Wordpress that would be awesome.   I’m thinking it’s time for a change.

I promise you I will be posting more soon.  Once the dust settles next week I will update you with all the goings on around here.

In the words of Rachel Zoe - “It’s pretty major.” :)

9-4-11

 

          

Two weeks….

Stopping by for a quick update.  I am the world’s worst blogger and an even worse food blogger.  I had to opt out of a Ghirardelli Tastemaker offer today because I was ashamed to admit when my last blog post was. :(

I made 4 completely different meals yesterday (I decided I didn’t want to cook again this week due to stress level) and took nary a picture.

So what’s new? My shower was on the 13th.  My mom and Jen did an amazing job.  I am very fortunate to have such generous friends and family.

 

I am pretty well set for the wedding.  Of course the following things have occurred lately:

Jen’s shoes were too big.  I ordered another pair and they sent a completely different style shoe.  Status:  Currently waiting for replacement

My catering manager quit.  I found this out when I sent an email and got her “I no longer work here” auto reply.  Status:  New girl seems responsive but I am not happy to switch so late in the game.

Amenity gift bags were 8 sizes too small.  Status:  Returned – awaiting replacement.

We’ve submitted our marriage license application and need to go there in person on Thursday to get it.   Rings are pretty much done.  My first fitting was last week – my dress was HUGE which again was a huge relief.  I had this nightmare my dress would be too small.  Of course this wouldn’t have been a problem 30 lbs ago but bygones. 

Anyway – that’s where we are.  I promise PROMISE a huge wedding/honeymoon/life recap after the wedding. 

Now if I can just keep from having meltdowns in the car in the parking lot of Stop & Shop for the next two weeks I’ll be golden.

I don’t…

I don’t believe that my wedding is only 37 days away.

I don’t like traffic or driving in New Jersey. (This is not news).  Dave and I both had cars yesterday.  We met at a Costco in Clifton.  It was very romantic.   I tell Dave I am in bumper to bumper traffic.  He says he sailed right there and that it should clear up and I’ll be there in 5 min.

I called in 15 min later to say you better start shopping without me because I had moved only about 20 centimeters.

Moral of the story:  New Jersey hates me.

I don’t know why this guy in the McDonald’s on 42nd and Madison sits in the vestibule wearing a black SECURITY t-shirt.  He is not there all the time.   It is not a particularly crime ridden location (that I know of).   It’s not like it’s so hot and trendy you need a bouncer.  

I don’t know if there will ever be a time that I won’t want a burger for dinner.  At least last night Dave and I shared one.

After we shared a buffalo chicken quesadilla for an appetizer but you know.

I don’t know how we are all going to survive a 10+ hour (I think) drive to the Outer Banks (beginning tomorrow).  At least we are stopping near Baltimore on the way down!!

I don’t know what I want to eat for lunch.

I don’t know if my wedding dress will fit.  I am hopeful as I went to M yesterday and have not gained anything significant since the last time I saw her which was ages ago.

I don’t know why I don’t work out/walk more as I love that half hour all by my lonesome on the treadmill or walking by the water.

I don’t know how to end this post.  So I’m just going to. :)

I’ve come to a conclusion

I’m just not going to post much this summer.  Please know the intent and the desire are there. 

Time is what I’m lacking.

I cleared out my DSLR camera yesterday.  I had 125 pictures.   Some are pictures like this:

which are taken by landscaping obsessed Dave in our backyard.

Some are from the absolutely DELICIOUS five star dinner my good friend Kelly hosted for us.

 

Butternut squash soup Lobster salad with avocado. Filet, mashed potatoes and asparagus. Chocolate peanut butter pie for dessert.  Incredible.

Some are of Father’s Day weekend.  When Ellie and Matt came out for a barbecue.

 

Dave found a frog in the backyard and showed it off to Miss Ellie.   She wasn’t quite sure about it – but she and Maddie are sure about Dave.  He has them both eating out of the palm of his hand. Not frogs of course - but you know...  The next morning my mom made breakfast before we headed back to New Jersey.   Egg, bacon and cheese biscuits anyone?    That night for dinner I made shish kebobs.   Dave got a few gifts.

I also found some pictures of this girl on my camera.

This is Dave’s dog Genevieve, who came out to Shelter Island last weekend but never came home. :(  He wrote a post about it here.  (Which is Dave’s blog btw).   It was a no good very bad day full of vet visits and she is sorely missed.  She helped me keep the floor clean and from eating all the leftover bacon.  She was my only source of company when I worked from home alone.  She filled I void I’ve felt ever since this lady of all ladies said goodbye.

I also found a picture of this girl.   I’m not sure what she’s even doing.