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Someone’s been stealing my basil. Out of my front garden. I feel
like putting up a sign with a lot of curse words. Or a tiny
electric fence. It makes me sad every time I look at it. I was
so proud of my basil. I think I’m going to take some out of the
garden and put it in a pot on the porch. Where it will die. For
I cannot grow things on the porch. They die on the porch. Hmmm.

Last week I went to two fancy restaurants for dinner. One was on
the 41st floor of the Marriott. It had the most fantastic view
of the French Quarter and the Point. I have to take George there
for brunch one Sunday. It’s just too beautiful not to.

The other fancy restaurant was the Palace Cafe. Mmmm. I had
crabmeat cheesecake as an appetizer. Need I say more? (Also, I
needn’t say more about how bad my weigh in is going to be
tomorrow. I haven’t tracked points since last Wednesday. I
hardly saw the point after the dinners out. Also I was v. busy.)

Tonight I’m going to hopefully pick out my invitation design for
the wedding. It’s going to be very exciting. These are not your
run-of-the-mill invitations. We’re talking dreamy here, people!

Thursday George and I are going to a benefit for a redevelopment
group that a friend of ours works for. We got free tickets. That
makes me feel special. There’s going to be yummy food. I must go
to the gym beforehand.

On a week from Friday, Kristina’s coming to visit. Also my
sister and her husband. And Ren and her family. It’s going to be
a very fun weekend. On the following Monday morning, I leave for
Raleigh until the following Saturday morning. Where am I going
to weigh in? I have a feeling my scale is v. special (um, makes
me weigh a few pounds less than other scales) so I am reluctant
to use a different one. There is a YMCA right near the hotel. I
hope I am brave enough to use it. (The hotel gives out free
passes.) Otherwise I am going to gain a hundred pounds and my
guns are going to turn back into ordinary flabby arms. Poo.

My, what a lovely sign you have!

Yeah, so my friend Angela opened her cafe this week! I’ve already eaten there twice, it’s very exciting. (It’s take out only, so to be accurate, I should say I’ve eaten food from there twice.)

The end of this week at work was incredibly busy, working with some people from out of town on a conference that we’re hosting next year. It’s exciting, though, to have something different to do that involves a lot of responsibility. Who knows, maybe I will find my calling in meeting planning. Yeah, right.

Yesterday was George’s birthday. We went to the pub. Of course.

I find it easier to write little blurbs than whole paragraphs,
especially on a Monday morning.

Me and mom.

Spent the weekend with my mom. Can I tell you how much I love my mom? A lot. We had fun this weekend. Went to the mall and she bought me my dream mascara! Definicils by Lancome. I’m pretty sure I wrote about it before. It is truly magical mascara.

Saturday night we watched “The Notebook”. Dear God, what an emotionally manipulative film. (i.e., I cried but was not happy about it.)

On Sunday we went to brunch. Mom, Mauro, and I. I “paid”. (i.e., my mom slipped me her credit card beforehand. How much do I hate myself for that? A lot. So don’t even try to make me feel worse.) After that, we went and saw Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. They didn’t like it that much. (I’m not saying I liked it enough to see twice, but there wasn’t much else playing.)

After the movie, I went home. On the way home I stopped at Macy’s. Found some earrings for the wedding. I am currently on an earring quest. I find it best to focus on small details like earrings this far out. Keeps me occupied.

Oh yeah, how could I forget the best find I had on the trip? GIANT SMARTIES! Holy cow, I thought I was going to be overcome with joy and faint when I saw them. I’m telling you, it really doesn’t get any better than that.

George and I have been taking care of Polly and Colin’s dog while they’re out of town. It’s good for George and me. Now George doesn’t want a dog. Thank goodness. Not that their dog isn’t the sweetest dog ever – he totally is. But we’re far too lazy for a dog.

Of course we watched the new Dr. Who last night. It wasn’t scary.

Nothing much to say. But the weather here is beautiful.

Saw Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy on Wednesday. That was
highly entertaining.

Last night we had dinner with our neighbors on their new deck.
They have an adorable 18 month old son. He giggles and runs
around and says “dah” when he sees a dog.

At the gym, they upped my weights. I can barely stand it. My
arms guns are going to be so buff by the wedding, if only
I could get rid of the layer of flab on top of the muscle. Dang.

I got some earrings yesterday that I ordered off eBay. Mail is
always exciting.

I’m going to Baton Rouge tomorrow to spend Mother’s Day with my
mom. I haven’t been to Baton Rouge in aaaages. I wish I had
brought my dress to her house, so I could wear it all weekend.
Alas. It is clearly better that I did not.

I have been very good this week with WW. I’ve been writing down
every little thing, including the sour lifesavers and jolly
ranchers. (Who knew, Jolly Ranchers have 23 calories EACH? What
a caloric rip-off. I need to get some sugar-free ones.)

In three weeks, Kristina is coming to visit. We have already
started on our food grid, I fear that will not be a low-point
weekend. But that’s okay. The day she leaves to go home, I will
leave to go to Raleigh for five days. Thank goodness the hotel
gives you free passes to the YMCA so I can still work out.

There, I wrote stuff.

So yesterday at work, the weirdest thing happened, but it’s hard
to explain. Basically, a woman called my office looking for
George’s dad. Just by freak coincidence, did his future
daughter-in-law answer the phone.

See, my George wrote an article for my department’s newsletter
and this woman Googled his name and came up with my George’s
name, and called my office to ask if I knew who he was. Knew who
he was? He’s my fiance! Then I found out she was actually
looking for George II, not George III. For a college reunion.

I mean, it not a total coincidence, I guess, since my George got
me this job. But it was still a very weird phone call.

The exciting thing that happened was that my kind, lovely, dear,
and generous fiance actually told me that we’re going to buy the
wedding band of my dreams from the antique store in the French
Quarter where I found it. (If it hasn’t been sold in the past
week and a half.) So keep your fingers crossed!

Haven’t written in a while, eh?

Let me think, what to write about, what to write about……

Gosh, nothing really exciting springs to mind. I’ve been waiting
patiently (or so I think) for the engagement pictures we took
last weekend that were supposed to be ready for us to see them
after a few days. Now it’s been over a week. I am not a patient
person! I really like our photographer, but this is irritating
nevertheless. In a way, I don’t want to see them (they’re going
to be so dorky I’ll just get depressed seeing them) but on the
other hand, they should be pretty funny.

On Saturday, Regan and I went and looked at wedding bands again.
That was fun, but since George doesn’t really want to talk about
it, I can’t show him what I like. Nice.

Boy, this is just depressing me. I shouldn’t be writing anything
at all.

Yesterday I put more plants in my garden. That was nice. My
standards are low now. My hydrangea perked up. I’m pleased with
that too. I repotted a plant I got as a housewarming present
(that’s still alive!) but we’ll see how it reacts to its new
home. I don’t hold out much hope. This coming from a person who
killed a cactus. Sigh.

At least I have exciting things to look forward to. Next weekend
is Mother’s Day, so I’ll go to Baton Rouge to see my mom and
maybe Teresa, if I’m lucky. That would be nice. And then the
weekend after that is George’s birthday. And then the weekend
after that, we’re painting the porch and we have our marriage
preparation thingy. (Okay, I acknowledge that the preceding
events aren’t that exciting. And my sister-in-law is due.

And the weekend after that is when Kristina is coming in
town. And my sister and brother in law will be here. And Ren’s
family will be here for little Alison’s christening. And then on
that Monday, I leave for Raleigh for a week.

So yeah. Let’s hope this week goes by fast. I’m bored.

So yeah, that plateau that I had supposedly found the edge off, and jumped off? Yeah. Climbed right back on that one. (Hey, if you’re going to use the word “plateau”, you have to continue with the mountainous-terrain metaphor.)

Anyway, I’m not very pleased, and my goal of, well, reaching my goal by August is feeling more and more out of reach. So I have to recommit. I have been going to the gym, but maybe not every single day like I was in the beginning. Well, this week there’s a contest where if you go every weekday, you get a $5 off coupon off a service. Piddling, maybe, but my goal is to get that coupon and use it towards a massage.

I must reach my goal by August! Yes, it will be difficult, but with summer coming up, maybe I will be more inspired. I just need to find someplace to go swimming so I’ll have to get a bathing suit so I’ll be really inspired. Nothing is more inspiring than buying a bathing suit.