Where's My Ice Scraper?

Oh that's right, I don't have one.

Because I live in Texas.

Where it's hot.

This morning it was an empty Lean Cuisine Box.

Hope everyone enjoyed the snow. It really was quite beautiful.

Caucus-ing Ain't Easy

Last night Chris and I decided to go caucus.

Everything you heard or saw about last night's caucusing is true.
The lines, the confusion, the parking problems, the yelling, the cold, the disappointment...

On our way to caucusing (<----click there, I'm going to start embedding the videos in the sentences) , we learned that neither of us really had any idea what caucusing is, was, or ever will be. We arrived at the library where we voted early, only to find that was not in fact where we needed to be to caucus.

So we traveled onwards.

After getting out of the car and making our way up to the Castle Hills Community Center we searched for anyone or anything that knew what the heck was going on.

We met a woman holding up a precinct sign in one hand and an Obama sign in the other. This woman appeared to be involved on the ground floor of the complicated pyramid scheme unfolding all around us.

She jubilantly informed us in her heavily-accented English that I must locate my precinct and stay with them so that I could fill out the necessary paperwork and be included in the tallying. She told us that we shouldn't trust the middle-aged lady who was barking instructions at us from the front of the throng since she was a 'Hillary supporter.'

The barking Hillary woman was some kind of Captain and was fielding all kinds of questions from the mass of people:
"What are we waiting on?, Where do we nominate secretaries?, Where's the guy selling hot dogs?!" (That last one was my fiance)

The woman became so overwhelmed that she proclaimed, and I quote, "Don't worry about the rules."

Our new heavily-accented friend further informed us that she was very excited to participate in this event since she had officially gained her citizenship five days ago.

Much later in the evening Chris recoiled in shock from the horrifying truth; that an immigrant woman only five days into her citizenship had educated two thirty-year American natives in their own political process.

How ignorant are the white folks? Muy.

We left and went to Chris' caucus location in Lewisville. Even more people, even more chaos, even more cold even more waiting, and still no hot dogs.

I called my folks to see if they were caucusing - nope.

But my sister April was. She was in Austin enduring the caucus there. We told her of our woes. "Caucusing ain't easy," she said.

At 10pm we went home. Completely exhausted and complete caucus failures.
We didn't get our names on any pieces of paper. We didn't get to vote for anything. We didn't get tallied. We never did find a hot dog.

Caucusing isn't for the faint of heart.

Panic at Purchase

I had to stop by a bridal shop today to get a fabric swatch. While I was there I witnessed a young girl start hyperventilating upon buying her bridal gown.

The sales lady had to sit her down in a chair and fan her with a bridesmaid dress brochure.
"It's okay honey...it happens with your first one. After the fourth, it's all way too easy!"

The first thing that occurred to me was "Why is a three time divorcee selling wedding dresses?"
And then I realized, "because she know A LOT about them!"
This isn't a "Marriage store", it's a dress store. And this lady has had four. She's a dress expert.

Genius.

Then I thought, "Buying your dress should not equal hyperventilating."
Probably not a good sign that these nuptials are being done of sound mind.

The thought that came to me later was, "maybe she was fainting due to sticker shock."
But I immediately dismissed this due to the fact that she would have seen the price before she decided to buy it, therefore eliminating any panic at the counter.

Nope, buying the dress just made things all too real for this bride. And not a happy real.

I will probably have my gut-check moment, but I don't think having it come at the dress purchase is a good thing.

Also not a good thing - waking up and having to use an empty Grape Nuts cereal box to wipe the 2 inches of snow off your car.

I tried to take a picture, but my hands were frozen and I was running late so you'll just have to use your imagination.

High Fashion In Vista Ridge Mall

Fabric swatches for the bridesmaids sashes, outer envelopes, inner envelopes, paper samples, food samples, favors, stamps, honeymoon hotels...

Thank God I voted early.

Now instead of politics and weddingtics competing for space in my brain, I can surrender to letting wedding fill all of my brain.

So yeah, Chris and I are still getting married.

You were wondering since you haven't heard much about it right?

Well, that's because we haven't been doing much about it.

I think I am the most un-stressed bride in the history of the world.

Everyone keeps saying I'll be stressed, but it has yet to happen.

Sure, I'm spending more time now thinking about table cards and bridal hairstyles, but it's easy. It's like deciding which of your digital photos you want to print; look at some options, then choose something.

April made big headway when she found the bridesmaid dress at this shop.

It's a very exclusive shop that you probably have never heard of. I think there's only two in the world.

Very high fashion Chinese lady runs the store. She knows how to say "U please be looking rery pwetty yes?"



Here's a mock-up of what the bridesmaids will look like.



Well, their dresses anyways.