things are coming down to the wire now; the wedding is almost only four months away. i wonder what i will anticipate and plan for and get nauseatingly excited about after it's over. probably babies.

you know when you really dislike someone, yet you are forced to co-exist in a given environment with them anyway, simply because it's impossible not to? there is this girl at work who i must cross paths with every day who irritates literally every fiber in my body. she is everything i loathe in a person: judgmental, pretentious, spoiled rotten, and disdainful. she looks down upon every one and every thing around her and acts like she knows more about the ways of the world then just about everyone. and she's 22. living in a house with her boyfriend that her parents bought her. oh, and up until last summer, she's never worked a day in her life. she's a kindergarten assistant and complains more about children than anyone i know. everything is 'icky' and 'gross'; she even complained to me once about how the children breathed on her while she read them a story. like, oh my god. how yucky! now i do not expect everyone to love children nearly as much as i do; i get it that not everyone thinks they are adorable and precious and utterly fascinating. but she's a frickin' teacher! some level of tolerance is in order!

i know i shouldn't waste my time ranting about someone so ridiculous, but i almost couldn't contain myself yesterday. she was sitting five feet from me, dispensing really horrible advice to another co-worker in her downright mean way, and then the kicker: in the most disgusted way imaginable she says (upon hearing that this co-worker has a blog), "are you telling me you actually have a blog? heh. the only blogs that are acceptable to me are celebrity blogs."

that's when i lost my shit. first of all, blog discussion aside, who in their right mind thinks they are worthy enough to deem someone else's choices acceptable or not?! this chick thinks because she majored in english at some preppy, expensive college that she knows how people should express themselves through writing. so of course, i had to say something. and the look on my face must have been priceless because she asked why i gave her a dirty look. i'm not lying when i say i couldn't help it. i literally couldn't stop from sneering in her general direction. it was hysterical. so i told her i had a blog too, and that i really had no idea why it was so horrible. she replied by saying in her oh-so-disdainful-way, "oh. well, i actually like talking to MY friends."

so now i actually dislike her more than i thought possible before. and believe me when i say it's not about the actual blog conversation. i agree that some blogs are utterly moronic and useless. but that's not the point. this topic was one in a very long list of topics in which this girl elevates herself above the person she's speaking with. if you know what i mean. i simply cannot stand it.

moving along. mike just got home. he is teaching himself how to speak spanish and i think it's rather sweet. he's been saying for almost a year now that he wants to learn and although i don't understand exactly why, i think it's wonderful that he is so eager to learn something new and that he is willing to teach himself rather than take a class. his desire for more knowledge is one of my favorite things about him.

i'm really into graham cracker sandwiches these days. i spread peanut butter and marshmallow on them for lunch and get lots of questions about it from the other teachers i eat with. the idea came from a child in my class; i'm not ashamed to admit i get my lunch ideas from five year olds.

i filed for my passport this afternoon! i'm rather excited about finally having one and even more thrilled about going to punta cana for our honeymoon. this is where we're staying. look for the picture of the ocean trampoline. ah, now THAT is what i'm most excited about!

alright, i'm out...or something.

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.

Not as easy as you might think...

1. Where is your cell phone?:
purse.

2. boyfriend/girlfriend?:
fiance.

3. Your hair?
black.

4. Your mother?
drained.

5. Your father?:
different.

6. your favorite item?:
bed.

7. Your dream last night?:
none.

8. Your favorite drink?
kahlua.

9. Your dream car?
mini.

10. The room you are in?
office.

11. Your ex?
decent.

12. Your fear?
constant.

13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
mother.

14. Who did you hang out with last night?:
michael.

15. What you're NOT?:
dishonest.

16. Muffins?:
blueberry.

19. The last thing you did?:
vacuum.

20. What are you wearing?:
jeans.

23. The last thing you ate?:
chocolate.

24. Your life?:
bright.

25. Your mood?
anxious.

26. Your friends:
laughing.

27. What are you thinking about right now?
words.

28. Your car?
blue.

29. What are you doing at the moment?:
thinking.

30. Your summer?:
honeymoon.

32. What is on your tv?
nothing.

33. Yesterday?:
exciting.

34. Last time you cried?:
recently.

35: School?
everyday.