Yup, I'm back and married!
We are in the home stretch people! 5 more days until I become Mrs. Sloane Peterson-Super Ethnic Last Name.
Oh, I'm hypenating. Did I ever tell you guys that? Apparently my super ethnic last name matches perfectly with his super ethnic last name and there you have it. Meant to be!
Our final count was 215. Manageable. We have a lot of surprises in store for our guests and I can't wait!
Bachelorette party was this past Saturday and we did a cooking class and a sleepover. Nice and mellow and so fun.
Keep your eyes peeled on FB for pics of the big day! I'm calm right now, with only a few bridezilla episodes, but it looks like it will be an awesome day!
See you in a few weeks after the honeymoon.
Hugsies!
In a little less than 70 days, I will be getting married. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. I was totally surprised at my bridal shower, and was truly overwhelmed at how generous people were towards me and Dirty. Pictures are on FB if you want to see them.
Today has been momentous in its own way. We sent out our invites. No turning back now. It's really happening. We sent out a total of 163 invites, for a grand total of approximately 325 guests, not including kids. Pick your jaw off the floor... it's my big fat Italian wedding! Let's hope that the standard 20% decline, leaving me with a paltry 260. :P
So now it becomes a waiting game for the responses to trickle in. Going for my first fitting in a few weeks and finally bought a comfortable pair of shoes. I'm getting there. Yikes!
If you are my FB friend, you know that last week I posted a status about shit getting real. Well here is why:
to the chef of the culinary program here. Do you think Dirty would mind?
Todays menu copied straight from my email:
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Soups
Cream of Broccoli Cheddar
Chicken Rice
I know it has only been 3 days since I started my new job, but I am in L-O-V-E! The staff here is awesome, I am third in command, the office that I am in has cathedral ceilings and a massive double pane window, and the second day I was here, the culinary students brought me homemade chocolate donuts as a welcome present. Um, awesome. I am convinced that this is God's way of rewarding my patience with staying with the old company and putting up with SK's bs for so long.
So glad you liked my invite. I designed and assembled it myself. I had them printed by one of Dirty's printing guys and bought the pocketfolds online. I think I may be changing the design and the colors a bit. That invite is a pain to put together, with the ribbon and different layers, and takes a lot of time, so I may just skip the ribbon and re-do the monogram. I think that this may turn into a nice little side business... Etsy here I come. lol.
Oh and we finally booked our Honeymoon. We are going to Curacao for 14 days. Getting married during hurricane season really limits your choices. So we are doing 7 days at the Kura Hulanda Lodge in an Ocean Front Suite, and 7 days at the Baoase Luxury Resort in an Ocean Front Suite. Is it bad to say that I am looking forward to the vacation more than the wedding?
P.S: The best part about my new job is that the CEO of this said to me that she doesn't expect me to work for the entire day, that she is realistic about employees needing to do personal stuff at work, and that company doesn't believe in blocking any computer activity. What? Hulu at work? Ok, if you insist.
Just got the hard copy sample of my invite. It is surreal and scary now. Let me know what you think. Obviously, I have done a bit of editing... gotta keep myself incognito, ya know? I'm curious to hear opinions.
Its in 136 days. OMG. vom.
The whole me not working for a while thing? Yeah, it ran its course after 2 weeks. I am just so freaking bored at home that I feel my intelligence slowly slipping away little by little. There are only so many Facebook games and so much Maury you can watch before you start re-evaluating.
All the wedding stuff is done, just in debate mode with Dirty about a few little surprises for the reception, so I have been contacting some of the agencies that I was interviewing with prior to me leaving my old job. Wouldn't you know that the developed a position for me, at more than twice what I was making with Sk, with a sweet signing bonus and some other awesome perks; like free movie tickets on Fridays, gym membership, transportation and food. I took it. I start next week.
It is so good for my confidence that something like this came along. Working with Sk, my skills and abilities were always put down, so I always thought I wasn't good enough for something like this. The whole vibe here is totally different. The Director is down to earth and so knowledgeable about things. Right off, she wanted to hear ideas that I had to change and mold the program into something great. So we were just talking and I said something, and Friday I found out that they have implemented it... under MY name. She didn't pull a Sk and take credit for the idea, which is something that I will need to get used to.
So the 8 Ball will be coming with me on Monday. Wish me luck.
It was a pig flying.
So this posting once every whenever I feel like it has gotten me annoyed. When I started writing this blog, I wanted to chronicle my life and happenings. As of late, that is not happening. I am going to make a real conscious effort to post more often... Dare I say it, at least once a week.
Now that it is in writing I have to do it.
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Remember last year when I was so excited to hand in a resignation letter and leave this hell-hole I call my job. Well, I did it again. I resigned. This time leaving for good. I can't take the politics, cliques and overall suckiness of coming into this office every day. I don't have another job as of yet, but have a few prospects, but I am totally not stressed about work for the first time in a LONG time. Dirty has been very supportive, as a good sugar daddy should be. lol.
My conversation with Sidekick was comical to say the least. She is so lost. I handed in my letter and she looked at it and asked me where I was going. I told her the truth, that I don't have another job, and she looked at me dead in my face and said, "Since you come from a rich family and are marrying a rich guy you don't have to work anyway". I was laughing on the inside, but said "You damn skippy."
Then she had the nerve to ask me to extend my resignation because she will be out on vacation. Guess what I said? Yeah, you guys know me well enough to know what I said:
Ooh, I would totally love to because I am a loyal employee and all that, but my fiance surprised me with a trip to Atlantic City to celebrate me resigning. Sorry.
F her and the horse she rode in on.
Lots going on in Sloane world, so I figure I will give a quick update:
Let me just tell you that this year has started with a BANG, or more to the point a POW!
Picture it, me in my black North Face jacket braving the inner bowels of hell, aka the NYC Subway on her way to work this morning. I am standing on the platform as per usual, listening to my I-Pod, minding my own B.I. business reading waiting for the train that is approaching. Snuggled in my gloved grasp is my new Kindle (thanks Santa), awaiting my entrance on the train, when I hear a commotion behind me. Lo and behold, two unsavory characters, one dude and one lady were running on the platform screaming at each other.
Sa-Weet. Loves me some dramz in the morning. Anywho, I lower the volume on the I-Pod so I can eavesdrop without getting caught, and start to get on the train. I am standing by the door when the characters run up into the train and the dude grabs the lady by the hood, flips her around and punches her straight in the face. I jump out of the way, cradling my precious Kindle, worried that when her nose started bleeding that some blood would get on it.
Because we are gangsta in NYC, the conductor tried to close the doors on the fighting couple a few times, but they weren't moving. Back and forth they were beating the hell out of each other, screaming nonsense back and forth. Finally the cops came and split them up. The lady then started screaming that the short girl with the red glasses in the black North Face saw the whole thing and that she can tell the cops what happened. I was looking around, hoping that they weren't talking about me, and although black NF's are a dime a freaking dozen in NYC, wouldn't you know that I was the only one in the train car that had one on. Awesome. So the cop asked me to get off the train and give a statement about what happened.
So I did. Apparently, the scuffle was drug related, in that the lady promised the dude drugs and took his money and literally ran. Serves her right.
Moral of the story? Crackies follow me everywhere.
P.S.: I had to take the rest of the day off, because like Sammi from Jersey Shore, "I was like totally traumatized."
Oh and PPS: My Kindle is totally fine. I had to download the entire Harry Potter collection in order for her to forgive me.
As I sit here at work, wasting time on facebook, listing to non-stop Christmas music, reading blogs and tracking Santa here , I have been thinking back on this past year; one of the weirdest, most surreal years I have ever lived through. With super highs and horrible lows, I hope that 2010 will be kick ass.
The best prezzie of all? Sidekick kicked up her return date to 12/29.
Yeah, not so much.
Santa better make that up to me by bringing me a Kindle like I asked for.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. <3
Someone up there really, really, really loves me.
I've been on vacation this whole week, and have done nothing but lay around in my pajamas and watched television. Not only has Maury had paternity tests and out of control teenagers on (BTW, so much WIN for those episodes), but some executive created the best show on the face of this green earth.
Move ova Flavor/Rock of Love hoes; welcome to the Jersey Shore, bitches. Peep it.
Remember when I said that having Dirty make all of the wedding plans was awesome? Yeah, not so much. He has become Groomzilla and it is making me CRAZY!!
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy that he is so detailed oriented when dealing with the vendors that we have selected (only flowers and limo to go), but when it comes to all of the other things, he is a tedious micro-manager reminiscent of Sidekick.
Do you need examples? I've got millions.
1. Colors- what man cares about the color of the wedding, particularly bridesmaids dresses? I want a burnt orange/rust color and he has been on my ass the whole time about making sure that the color is something that can be contrasted with the flowers. Ok, I get that he is into design, but seriously? Give it a rest homeboy.
2. Speaking of flowers, is it possible that he wants more flowers than me? I want simple centerpieces for the tables, a vase with some tall flowers and twigs. Cheap and easy, since we have 25 tables that we need to cover. He's talking calla lilies, orchids and roses. The centerpieces alone will break the bank, not even counting the bouquets, boutonnieres and corsages. We got two quotes from the florist: $2500 for my style, $5600 for his. Guess which one we are going with?
3. Don't even get me started on the gift registry. I mean every freaking time I want to put something on there, it's like 20 questions about why I selected the item I did. I mean, really? A registry is like a wish list of all the things you love that you may never get to buy for yourself. I didn't put crazy expensive things on there, just stuff that is sturdy and durable for everyday. Do we need to talk about the 800 dollar espresso machine that HE wants to put on there? Hell No. We talk about the 19.99 set of kitchen utensils that I put on there that comes with every kitchen gadget known to man.
4. Honeymoon: Sloane wants: to sit on my ass and read a book. Dirty wants: all inclusive, architectural sightseeing, deep sea fishing, hiking, diving, and whatever other activity you can think of. Needless to say, this is a source of stress on his part, because he is looking for the PERFECT place.
I can go on and on, but I am tired from having stupid discussions about how the forks we choose to eat with identify us as a couple to our guests. I just want to play Roller Coaster Kingdom on Facebook. Wake me when September 2010 is here.
I've finally changed the template and finally added a bunch of links to my favorite blogs. I think there are some still missing, like the private ones, so if you don't see yourselves on here, let me know.
So you are asking about the wedding planning, eh? So it's like this... I only have a venue and a DJ picked out. Dirty has been HOUNDING me to pick a photographer and videographer, and I am dragging my feet. Did you ever see a more uninvolved bride? Luckily, he is overinvolved, and does all the research so that I can just make a final decision and get what I want without sticking a finger in the pot.
Another lull in posting, is it always when things are going well, or when they suck ass? Either way, I haven't had much to say. Everything in my life is status quo.
Will this be an indication of things to come? No drama (unless needlessly created by me), pretty stable, perfectly content with the way everything is rolling right now. I'll take it.
I don't want to speak too loudly lest I jinx myself, but so far, so good.
The only sucky thing? My bowels were acting out, but I put them in check real quick. I heart my GI doctor.
I am re-posting what I originally wrote to commemorate the anniversary of 9/11. Please remember those people who lost their lives in a senseless act of violence.
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Every New Yorker has their own 9/11 story, here is mine. 5 years ago I worked in a hospital, in an outpatient clinic. I was just about to leave for a morning meeting when one of my co-workers started screaming for me, calling me back and into the conference room. She was eating her breakfast in there and was watching television. We both saw the second plane hit the tower, and looked at each other in shock. We just stared at the television thinking it was something out of the movie Independence Day. It was totally surreal.
About an half hour later, we were called by the hospital Chief of Staff and told that the hospital was on lockdown and that all management personnel were needed in the Emergency Room to assist with triage. NYC buses were transporting firefighters, police officers and EMS workers from our ER downtown, and bringing back people that had minor injuries. The most vivid memory I have of that day is that all of the people coming into the ER from the site seemed grey and were covered with soot and debris. Towards the end of the day, the National Guard had set up camp on the hospital grounds and were Medevac-ing severely injured (mostly burned) people from the WTC site.
At this point, I was unable to get in touch with my parents or siblings to let them know that I was ok, just unable to leave the hospital. I tried to get in touch with my cousin and my roommate who both worked close to the towers, my cousin at 120 Broadway, my roommate at One Liberty Plaza. I didn’t find out about either of them until 2 days later, both fine, they found each other and walked uptown together. I was able to leave the hospital at about 11pm, and while traveling home, I couldn’t help but notice how quiet the streets were. Eerily quiet. No cars on the road, hardly any traffic. No hustle and bustle. Just silence.
It was weeks later before I found out definitively of two friends that died, both of whom worked at the WTC. JFQ and PC. You are always missed.
Go here to view a list of victims from that day.
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8 years and counting. We will never forget.
It is scary to think that in exactly one year I will be preparing myself for the biggest milestone of my life.
MARRIAGE.
And I am totally unprepared. Mentally, emotionally, financially, and any other ally that I can't think of right now.
Since we have booked out reception venue, I have had horrid nightmares of things going wrong. I mean like being left at the altar bad. I trust Dirty and know that he wouldn't have proposed if he didn't mean it, but those dreams are freaking my shit out.
The other stuff that is freaking me out is that we have not booked another major vendor for the wedding... no dj, photographer, florist. I just have no motivation to meet with these people and haggle prices. I want what I want and expect people to make it happen. No wonder why wedding coordinators make a pretty penny. This crap is tedious and annoying.
Let me not even get started on a dress. I have tried on quite a few, and cannot find "the one". Could it be that just like men, there isn't "a perfect dress", just a good solid dress that makes you happy, and looks beautiful and one that you are happy to wear because you don't looked like a stuffed marshmallow sausage? It took me years to find Dirty, I hope it doesn't take me that long to find a dress.
I know this post is a little negative, but I'm getting MARRIED in a year! And you all know how that kiddie song goes: first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Sloane with a baby carriage...
What have I gotten myself into? ;)
Peep this:
Dirty and I were looking at china patterns so that when the time comes to register, we are both on the same page and won't have a huge blowout in the store over forks. Preventative measures, you know? Since he is over involved in this, he shows me the following china, crystal and silverware:
Wow, June 17th eh? Well, you all know that I am a slacker.
So some updates:
1. Took my recertification tests and am waiting to hear back. I am freaking out because I haven't heard anything, and I need to have all of that paperwork postmarked September 1, 2009. I wonder if this is God's way of telling me that I need to find another line of work.
2. MamaSloane has been feeling sick for the past few months, and need to have surgery to repair her bladder that dropped from its normal location. During the surgery, we found out the she needed to have a full hysterectomy. Yeah. Kind of weird, but the dr and hospital was great and she is getting back to normal.
3. Engagement party is at the end of this month. Immediate family only, and we clocked in at 112 people, not including children. We decided to have it at a local family friend's restaurant, so we have the whole place to ourselves. Say a quick prayer that everything goes according to plan.
4. Wedding planning is going... We finally picked a date, September 4, 2010. Booked the church and the reception hall. If anyone wants to see a huge NYC Italian wedding in person let me know and I'll send you an invite. lol
5. I think that I have found "THE" dress. The only issue that I have with it is that it is A LOT of money, and I can't see spending so much on a dress for a few hours. Peep it: The Delaney. Let me know your thoughts. It will be Ivory, because my translucent skin color does not play nice with white. I would get cap sleeves or straps or some other kind of holder, because Sloane don't do strapless.
So that's about it. My job still sucks, nothing new there. Pretty much status quo, except for the fact that I have become addicted to Farmville on Facebook. I need an intervention... or a lost brown cow, or a banana tree, or a duck. ;)
Hugsies.
To my Canadians up in here...
Aubrey Graham? Jimmy? My sister and I were obsessed with this show once they started showing it on Noggin here in NYC. Who would have thought that little Jimmy who use to date Ashley and was BFF with Spinner that had to give up his basketball career thanks to getting shot in the back by Rick and confined to a wheelchair and then got the hots for Ellie would turn into this:
One of the hottest rappers in a while. This is not a commercial for him, but you need to seek out some of his songs. For your convience, I have given you a sample of the hotness. Some of the songs may be NSFW. (you know how much I heart my cursewords). Thank me later when people are impressed at your up to date music tastes. The fact that he turned into some really nice eye candy doesn't hurt either. ;)
Thanks for all your thoughts for my family and I during this rough time. When my Grams found out I got engaged, she was really excited and was planning a trip to NYC for my wedding. She was happy when she died, like everything was working out the way she planned.
So in trying to move on from being sad and mourning all the time, I am back at work and blogging. Life is back to normal. Oh, and BTW, if you are ever feeling sad, watch the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall, it made me feel a whole lot better. :)
Now onto my proposal story (Hold on the your hats, it's long):
Picture it: Thursday, May 14, 2009.
Backstory: We were having sushi for dinner and discussing his friend, let's call him J who is getting married in June. Dirty is in the wedding party and the weekend coming up was the bachelor party. We were talking about how his douchebag friend was coming from Boston to spend the weekend partying with them. Great.
Anyway, we were discussing how J proposed to his fiancee, R. Apparently they went to a park by the water in a neighborhood close to us, where he had set up a heart shaped area with roses and candles (he is an architect also, so his interior designer friend helped him), and brought her there after a candlelight dinner on the top of their building. It was all public and so very romantic. Gag me. I told Dirty if he pulled that shit with me, I would say NO and he would be embarrassed in front of strangers in the park.
Fast forward to later that night: I am laying on the bed reading my book, and he is playing with his I-Pod, putting all this awful 70's music on and annoyingly asking me what I think of this song and that song. Of course, I was being a rag, and was really bitchy saying that I just wanted him to turn the music off and for him to be quiet.
So he starts talking to me about one of the building he is renovating at the airport.
Backstory: The buildings he works in are abandoned and any old stuff they find in the buildings, they can keep. Most of the stuff is old duty free stuff from the 70's and 80's, perfumes, pens, cigarettes, junk like that.
He is talking about how they found this gift shop in the building and it had all of this I Love NY merchandise in it from 1980, and he bought me a present.
He hands me this dusty box full of stuff and the first thing I say to him is "there better not be a rat in the dirty, disgusting box". Can you feel my love? I am looking through the box and there are T-shirts, pens, pencils, and little foam apples; really corny stuff. I said, "Um, great. Just what I always wanted, a box of someones else's unwanted junk.", and pushed the rest of the stuff in the box to the floor. That is when I saw the small box at the bottom of the bigger box. It was wrapped in brown paper, and I said, "what is this box for?" and he looked surprised and said that he didn't know what it was.
He told me to open it, all the while still fiddling with his I-Pod and not really paying attention to what I was doing. I opened it and it was a white box, and when I opened the white box there was a wooden jewelery box inside. I was like, "oh well someone is pissed from 1980, because their jewelery got left behind.", thinking it was a pair of earrings or something. When I opened the box and saw the ring, I turned to him and he was on his knee at the side of the bed, and asked me if I would marry him. I was in shock, and started crying.
He put the ring on me, and it immediately fell off. Because I am a moron, I told him the wrong ring size and the ring is too big for my finger, so I am engaged with no ring. (I was willing to slap a band aid on that bitch and rock it like it is my job, but he put the kibosh on that.) We haven't set a specific date yet, but we are looking at November 2010.
So for my girls, here is the rundown: 1.75 carat princess cut, white gold setting with 4 princess cut diamonds on each side. And, no I didn't get to backhand SK with it, since it is getting sized, I didn't have it before she left for maternity leave...
Oh yeah, about SK? Freedom until January 1, 2010.
Does anyone know how long you have to wait before you should change your facebook status? ;)
I have moved up my Italy plans to the 25th of May. Grams is not doing well, and has been in the hospital for over 2 weeks now. She had a small stroke on top of a lung collapse, and has not eaten solid food for 14 days. She is on an IV, but has lost a lot of weight, and just wants to sleep all the time.
I got a call from my dad at 5am this morning saying that she wants to see my sister and I so that she can go in peace. I was a wreck. (still am, btw.) All I remember thinking was that when she came here for my bro's wedding, she showed my the box that had the clothes that she wanted to be buried in and told me that I was the only one she trusted to make sure she got her wishes met. I hope she was not referring to that when asking for the fam.
I can't handle this.
Thanks for the support regarding SK baby shower! I edited the previous post to say that, I didn't even read it, which is funny because all I do at work is proofread documents.
I have delegated most of the planning to a staff member, who will do all the work, since in my company "take the lead" means delegating to the peons below you on the hierarchy chain. A $20 dollar cake and some chips and dip. She should be happy with that shit, since no one wants to donate anything towards a gift. lol.
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Some sad news, my grams is really ill.
She is 98 years old and has been in the hospital for a week. They are doing a ton of tests to see what is wrong, and so far the only thing they have found is that she had a mini stroke. She is having trouble breathing and won't eat anything.
It's funny because this woman had a pacemaker inserted at age 95 and still flew here for my brother's wedding 3 months later. She is a strong, stubborn lady, but my dad flew to Italy on Monday to be there just in case. Kind of sucks since we were all planning to go there in July for her b-day. Send her your prayers please.
Edited to say baby shower. You all know I have bridal on the brain. ;)
Listen to this:
Sidekick is leaving for maternity leave on May 20th. Office Mate and I received an email a few weeks ago regarding a baby shower for her. We both ignored it, and figured to let one of SK's cronies from her clique throw it.
Fast forward to today. I get a call from the director of the unit, requesting me to "take the lead" on hosting this fucking shower. I wanted to ignore it and hope it would go away, but no. Basically, I was strong-armed into throwing a bridal shower for someone I hate.
Kill me now. The reason I was selected from the bevy of volunteers (NOT!)? Because I have suffered, I mean, worked with her in this unit the longest. Bullshit.
The positive side of this? I get 9 months of freedom, in that she will not be back from leave until January 1, 2010.
Small favors people. :)
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