Aahhhhhhperator Errors

I'm too busy right now to blog - In addition, I'm having trouble connecting my wireless system at home - I know I'm close. I know the computer acknowledges the card... It's just not connecting the endless stream of passwords to my computer in some reasonable fashion.

So here's the quick list of what's going on:

1) I have a menu for my wedding:

Seasonal Fresh Fruit Salad (mmmmmm.)

Thai Chicken Satay (A Dave Fave)

Penne Pasta Tossed with Basil Pesto, Fresh Grated Pecorino Romano & Toasted Pinenuts (For my sis, the vegetarian)

Fresh Tomato & Red Onion Salad in a Lite Balsamic Vinaigrette (This will not be my favorite - might sub it out for a nice garden-variety salad)

Filet of Poached Salmon with Mustard Tarragon Drizzle (how could you not want to eat something with "drizzle?" I love drizzle! Especially when it's of the Mustard Tarragon variety)

Beef & Broccoli Stir-fry with Basmati Rice (Mmmmmmmm)

Chambord cheesecake and Chocolate Eclair Cheesecake, made possible by the famous Pocono Cheesecake Factory

Cookies, Cookies, and more Cookies (This is because my mom thinks that it's possible that not everyone likes cheesecake, which I'm subbing for traditional wedding cake. I think my mom is crazy, but then again, I do like cookies.)

Assorted Iced Sodas & Spring Waters (and hooch. Don't forget the hooch)

2) I have an outfit. It's not traditional - but I'm so sick of shopping I can't bear to try on another thread of dress. (I will say it's a skirt/shirt combo - and the shirt is white... which means that I can't touch, drink, or eat anything as long as I'm wearing it... Which means that as soon as the minister says, "Kiss the bride," I'll have to say, "Wait a minute, honey!" I will then have my sister help me don a huge waterproof poncho... Then I can kiss Dave. Immediately following the ceremony, I will scamper to my room and put on a black shirt, that will hide anything I spill from the above menu items.

3) I'm painting my living room Terra Cotta. Dave has fallen in love with Benjamin Moore Paint - and has let me choose Terra Cotta for the walls.

4) I planted a lilac bush in the back yard

5) Francis, savior of my yard, is donating his old lawn mower to the cause... Thanks, Fran! You're the best.

6) My hairdresser, the most wonderful Kelly Jo in the universe, is coming to do my hair. Who's better than Kelly Jo? No one. Not even Nick Arojo (See? I have a hair crush on Nick, but my hair heart belongs to Kelly Jo.).

Finally, the items I have yet to accomplish are long and arduous... so I'd better get going.

How Not To Sell What Not To Wear

I'm back. And as you know, I've caved to my family's wedding plans... Including their desire for me to wear a fancy dress... (I thought wearing jeans for my living room wedding would be okay.... Ok, maybe not jeans, but surely my cool gray pants... with a cool silk shirt).

So at lunchtime today, I went to a bridal shop, and told the lady I was looking for a dress for an event. "What kind of event?" asked the sales lady. "Oh, just an event..." I really didn't want to get into the fact that I was guilted into standing in front of this woman because my sister believed proper wedding attire had nothing to do with personal style or even comfort...

Saleslady pointed me to the "events" rack - and focused her attention on another customer. As I scanned the racks, I was apalled... The bridal store forgot to stock sleeves! Not a stitch in that store was dedicated to shoulders, pits, or arms... (need I mention here that my least favorite parts of my body consist of where my arm meets my torso?)

Anyway. As I scanned the racks of halter tops, spaghetti straps, and straplessness, the woman next to me discussed her dress with Saleslady...

"What size do you need?"

"Oh, 24 or 26."

"This one is great. It'll look great with your hair."

Saleslady handed Customer a tan gown - The two headed toward the dressing room.

Frustrated, I scanned racks for anything I thought Stacy and Clinton from TLC's "What Not To Wear" would approve of. Empire waist. A-line skirt. Knee Length - and if there was a Fashion Angel, SLEEVES...

Slim Pickin's.

I turned the corner, and found myself confronted with Customer in Tan Gown. It wasn't in my estimation that this gown did much for Customer. No waist. No shape. No COLOR... I was trying to decide how to tell Customer I believed this wasn't her gown - when she and Saleslady continued their conversation.

Customer: "I LOVE this gown!!!"

Saleslady: "Yes, me too!"

I chimed in: "The back of that dress has some stunning detail. Very classy.

- I didn't lie. The back of the dress did indeed, have a stunning detail. I just didn't have the heart to tell this lady that the dress wasn't working.

Satisfied with her work, the saleslady turned to me. "Can I help you find something?"

"Ok. I need a dress. Knee length. Empire waist. Sleeves."

"Oh, you can't have sleeves right now. No one is making sleeves right now. You'll have to use a shawl."

Now we all know that a shawl is like a banner with "I have fat arms!" written on it... I didn't think I needed to mention this. Saleslady then took me to a poster hung on the endcap of an aisle. "How about this one?"

No sleeves, but empire waist and knee length... Green. Nice. I agreed to try it. She walked me to the dress. She handed me the orange dress in my size. "Try it."

I tried it. I liked the empire waist down. I didn't like the plunging below what's decent for my personal clevage (please don't laugh. It is what it is.), I didn't like the fact that it featured all of the skin that I really wanted covered up.

As I exited from the dressing room, Customer and Saleslady could not stop praising this dress.

"It's remarkable!"

"I love it. The size is perfect! The color is even good (it was orange)."

"But," I Interrupted, "This dress shows off everything I want to hide!"

And then Saleslady said the thing that made me walk out of the store... "But if you keep your arms down, you can't even see it!"

For crying out loud.

As a post script, a co-worker of mine is also getting married. She bought a dress from the same store I was just humiliated at. "Wait. Let me get the card. The woman who helped me was phenomenal." She got the card.

It was the same lady who "Helped" me.

For crying out loud.