ONLY 7 months later!

Last weekend, we were at a bar, and as the boys sucked down their 8th draughts, we dainty flowers sipped politely on our 3rd *cough* OKAY, 4th cocktails... All of a sudden, A pinched me and yelled in my general direction (again, 4 cocktails deep) "WHY DON'T YOU-U-U BLORG ANNN-YMORE?"

And so, due to "popular demand," I have revved up my blogosphere-cycle and here you have it -- my, um, 2nd post for 2007 -- and ONLY 7 months later!!

Oy, what has happened this year... Well, firstly E&I have a brand, spanking new niecelet (first ever for either of us, though given J&T's buttery grasp of good ol' birth control, it shant be the last)! She's actually very cute -- her head and all of her parts are properly shaped (except, apparently, for a couple of valves in her itsy heart -- but this is being addressed presently, and all will be well!) Both of her eyes seem to look in the same direction at once, so... Well done!

The W-E-D-D-I-N-G is ever upon us, and plans are coming right along. Two months, now. It has been bitched about before, and should come as no surprise -- but the sheer amount of $$ that goes into making one of these things spectacular (and why shouldn't it be?!) makes me throw up a little. But, it will all be worth it in the end; fun will be had by all; and the E! network will be oh-so-sorry they missed it.

A,E&I went to NY for my ultra-spectacular bridal shower in June. It really was ultra-spectacular! For never having done this before, A is a KICK ASS MOH. My BM (the bridal-sort, not the fiber-induced-sort) also rocks, so all in all, I'm a lucky bride!

E&I have been working our butts off -- literally (though E never really had much of a butt to work off, so I suppose that should read: E&I have been working our buddha's & butts off, respectively). Together, we have lost nearly 100lbs -- that's as much as a starlet + pre-adoption Jolie-Pitt kid! We're pretty proud of ourselves, though we each have a LONG way to go... The plan is to keep working, and collectively lose the troupe of Project Runway models (read: another 100lbs). It's cliche, obvious & repetitive, but we really are enjoying the new & improved lifestyle -- we're both feeling better, physically & emotionally -- and of course we love the fact that we now have "Fat Clothes..." However the down-side to this is that because we're trying to save every red cent for the W-day, that it's ACTUALLY a struggle to buy new every-day clothes. Luckily, E wears a uniform for work (sexy sexy chefwear -- I love a man in a neckerchief & toque!), and my office is so relaxed and... ACADEMIC (read: oblivious) that I could wear a pink gorilla suit to work every day, and no one would notice.

As for work, E was turned down for a promotion at his job several months ago, and started a search for something "bigger & better..." What found him was something "smaller, and nice, and not so well-known, though the new title/responsibilities/salary were super" with a brand new head-chef -- who turned out to be Grade-A Crazy (and violent). Thank heavens, his old boss took him back, E had a stinking heap of pride to swallow, but all is well once more.
I continue to like my job. Maybe not "love it," as it isn't making us rich quick, and I don't feel like I was simply BORN to file sales quotes... BUT I have been there for nearly a year now (a LONG time for me, post-college), and I still don't HATE it. The people are great, and rarely let me forget that I'm valued there (trust me, I KNOW how lucky I am for this). A has decided that I'm their "Pam," and though she's not necessarily my favorite Office friend, at least I'm not their Schrute!

Well, I guess I should click "Publish," before I get distracted (there seem to be shiny things everywhere today...) and forget (I wont say that this hasn't lead to my lack of posts in more than half a year!).

So, here goes (see ya' in '08):