Addendum to My Posse

Zach Levi, you're out.

Phylicia Rashad. You're so in. I'm sorry I forgot about you.

(Sam you can stay... if you make us dinner.)

*And That Is Precisely Why I Don't Watch Horror Movies.

To this day, every single time I turn on the garbage disposal, I think about Hayden Panettiere looking curious and forlorn and sticking her hand into it.

I'm not disgustingly morbid. It's a scene from an episode of the first season of "Heroes"; when Claire is still morosely attempting to figure out the extent of her healing abilities and subsequently repeatedly attempting suicide or something terrifyingly close to it.

Her attitude during that era of the show always freaked me out. Sometimes, weird things stick in my mind and get under my skin... moments like that. And I don't wanna remember them, but I do. Sometimes for a very long time. It's kind of disconcerting.*

p.s. and speaking of horrible things that freak me out... the movie Seven Pounds. Hated it. I need to see Will Smith in something cool and heroic and redemptive in the very near future to make me forget about it.

Bliss & Hilarity

My two favorite videos right now.

Very different.

Equally fantastic.

Cinco

1) If you want really good customer service? Wear a dress to home depot.

2) I learned today that you can mail a shoebox without it being wrapped. I wonder what else you can just slap some stamps on and drop at the post office? As soon as I'm done paying for this wedding, I'd like to conduct an experiment. I'd say, "If you want to be part of it, send me your address." But if you read this blog, and we're actually friends? I've probably asked you for it already in the past couple months.

3) Wal-Mart is a wretched hive of scum and villainy and being in there for any reason besides buying school supplies to stuff a child's backpack or toys to fill a Christmas shoebox, makes my skin crawl.

4) I think I'm officially hooked on Zumba. Any time an upbeat song comes on the radio now, I start wondering what the Zumba routine would look like.

5) I just watched 5 episodes of America's Next Top Model while simultaneously working on wedding stuff. Now, I'm gonna go make spaghetti and meatballs. Bella notte!

My Posse

From Prosso:

My posse is my closest collection of celebrity friends. (Yes, I know I don't really know any celebrities, but this is a game, and you need to calm down.) Val and I were talking about who we would hang out with if we were famous. The two main criteria in choosing your celebrity posse are: (a) you think you could be real friends and (b) all the members of your posse should be able to get along with each other.

My Posse

1) Rosario Dawson- you are definitely team captain. You can sing, you can dance and maybe you'll let me borrow your clothes too? Also we can sing songs from Rent together and go see other shows that you should try out for. You're adorable and you have a great sense of humor too. Plus, I'd love to go over to your family's house for dinner because I bet your mama can throw down... and speak Spanish.

2) Zachary Levi- you are probably too cute to be in my posse. I'd get myself in trouble. You might need to grow a nasty beard or something. But you're funny too AND we could talk about nerd stuff. Also Rosario will like you and probably tease you all the time and I will just roll my eyes at you two and laugh.

3) Sam Talbot (from Top Chef)- (he's only slightly celebrity, but we gotta eat.) You seem very laid back and you can help me learn to cook awesome things. Also neither one of us are THAT famous, so we can relate to each other. And the other girls will like you too... because you can cook and be ruggedly handsome at the same time.

4) Alicia Keys- please come here and teach me how to play piano. Sit down and have something to eat. You are cool and sassy, but still mellow enough to be normal. And Rosario likes you because she probably auditioned for Rent with one of your songs. I was going to invite Justin Timberlake to be in the posse instead of you, but I don't think my fiance would be delighted to find me hanging out with JT, Zach AND Sam. So please, girl crush. Come even us out.

It's All Happening...

Just under a month ago, my friend Jillian had a baby boy-- Cash.

Two weeks ago, my friend Becca had a baby boy-- Lennon.

Six days ago, my friend Mallory had a baby boy-- Garrett.

Five days ago, my friend Emily had a baby boy-- Jackson.

I don't know any famous musicians with the last name Garrett, so I guess he's the odd man out. :) But they're all such handsome boys!

And that's just the boys! My "niece", Wynnie is a couple months old now... my friend Angel and his wife Lisa recently had a baby girl (Angeliz) and they both blogged about it (you will laugh. out. loud. I did. Right there in the oil change shop.), Noah & Heather are so excited for Allie, who will be here next month, and Beth and Daniel's baby girl will be here soon as well!

Also...

My friend Mandi gets married this weekend in Florida! Yay!

Also, twoish weeks ago, one of my favorite people in the world got engaged.

And twoish days ago, my very first STL friend (besides my fiance), Kimmel got engaged.

And in 45 days, I will be Mrs. Juliette Genteman.

When did we all grow up?!

Food Diary*

*There are **a million very important stressful things happening all around me. For my own rest, this entry is not about any of them.

Today I bought 2.5 pounds of homegrown tomatoes for $3 from the tomato stand in the Big Lots/Bank of America parking lot.

Then I went to Publix (my favorite grocery store) and bought supplies to make my mama's famous lasagna (for a friend who recently had a baby) and ground turkey for a new recipe I found on realsimple.com.

Also, a pint of Blue Bell Cookies & Cream. Because nobody does it better.

Came home, made a full pan of lasagna. Seven layers, i believe.

Then made turkey meatloaf with fresh chopped spinach and parsley and onions in it (cried my eyes out too until I found a candle to burn off the sting!), baked it in my cute purple loaf pan, then made some whole wheat couscous and green beans.

Then made some homemade marinara to top the meatloaf. First batch was great-- except my Magic Bullet accidently chewed up the rubber gasket that keeps the blade attachment from leaking. So my sauce was full of chopped up plastic. Fortunately, I realized this before I poured it on the meatloaf and chowed down.

So I made new sauce (fortunately it was VERY easy), assembled everything and sat down to dinner with a Mark Driscoll podcast.

I'm delighted to say that dinner was a raging success. And also, that Blue Bell truly is the best ice cream in the country. :)

**The bridal meltdown is over and my wedding is no longer a horribly stressful thing. Praise the Lord for my wonderful parents, my amazing in-laws, my supportive friends and my loving patient, pragmatic hubs-to-be. :)