The Biggest Dump Ever

Yesterday Chris and I made one serious dump.

Getting into the Lewisville landfill isn't as easy as you would think it would be (not that you ever gave it any thought).

After a ten minute wait, we were on our way.

Dumping things is great fun.

Okay, the actual dumping was a bit anti-climatic, but really, what bride-to-be doesn't dream of taking a trip to a landfill just days before her wedding?

Father's Day

My dad is the best dad I know.

He always makes sure my car is running right, keeps a calm head when I'm mad at the boy, gives advice when I need help, makes me laugh, hugs me when I'm crying, has always expected me to do better than my best, and is in no way gummy.

This father's day we got to hang out and have a pool party.

There were shark attacks and doggie paddle-ings.

I hope you had fun dad.

Thank you for all you do for me, my sisters, and mom. You are truly one of a kind.

A very well-received man.

Ah Taco Bell-Ah.

Out With the Old...

Yesterday while Chris was out bachelor-partying, I stayed at home and cleared a workspace for him.

The menfolk need their space to piddle and work, and just be messy.

In this case, the man needs space for a guitar, an amp, a mic, 50 lbs. of black plastic boxes with knobs and buttons (none of which I have the faintest idea what they do...)

You can see from the old apartment that plenty of space was going to have to made at Austin Ranch so two could live comfortably.





So while Chris watched the Rangers game, I made a trip to IKEA and carved out Chris's new workspace.
It had to be cheap, since we'll only be using it temporarily, and it had to have lots of compartments, hence the plastic drawer sidecar to the right.





It's got a great view out the window, low screen glare, sits back to back with my workspace/dinner table, is out of the bedroom so he can work those late hours he so loves...what can I say?
I'm a designer.

No, I'm Not.

The answer to your question is no.
No, I am not freaking out, nor am I stressed.

Chris and I have spent the week drinking wine, watching Kung Fu Panda, laying out, playing video games, laughing, and eating tacos.

I don't have any nerves about the man I am marrying.

I do worry I will trip on my dress at some point.

The next question is, "How are you not stressed?"

Simple.

Perspective.

Whether the flowers are wilted, the cake falls over, the videographer doesn't arrive, the fact still remains that at the end of the day Saturday, Chris and I will be married.

Everything else just makes for good blog material.