In the blink of an eye.

Oh, hi, fall. You’re here already? Pretty sure I just blinked my left eye and it was the 4th of July, so where the heck did you come from? Maybe if I blink my right eye tomorrow will be Christmas? I’m guessing this will probably happen regardless of whether I blink an eye, take a nap or click my ruby shoes together. Time flies when you’re having fun, er, are busy.

Wedding Bell Anxiety.

But, none of this beats the anxiety that my Dad is experiencing. Not only is he worried about how I’m getting down the aisle, how he’s getting down the aisle, who’s pushing the wheel chair and whether or not he’ll stand up… he’s dreaming about it too. Not any dream, mind you. A dream, that I believe, would be haunting for any man. It went a little something like this:

Let them eat cake.

Let’s talk cake here for a second. I love cake. There are a lot of people out there that don’t really care for cake (ahem, my father) and would much rather settle of a DQ ice cream cone. I am not one of them. Me + cake = heavenly love forever. So as I mentioned earlier that we were going to be doing cake tastings I was nothing but ecstatic about the venture. Think this through with me, free cake, lots of flavors of cake, free, I get to try them. Um, hello, why have I not thought of this before?

Boom goes the dynamite – big news.

As you can imagine things have been hectic. Somedays I feel like a crazy person running around while other days I’m totally nonchalant as in “This wedding that’s quickly approaching? No, of course it doesn’t phase me”. I’d say you’d have a 50/50 chance on who will show up on any given day. We’re also house hunting because who doesn’t love a little added chaos? I know that I sure do. We actually wrote a contract and made an offer on one so keep your fingers crossed.

I’m starting early this year.

The Christmas season came and went last year without it actually ever feeling like Christmas. I had a hard time “getting into the season”. Christmas is my very favorite holiday (well that and Thanksgiving), so I’m taking every precaution to make sure I find myself full of holiday cheer from the very beginning. I decorated my office with peppermint twinkle lights, a mini tree, window clings and a festive candle. I hung stockings, wreaths, snowflakes… and decorated all of the side tables in my house. I did this all yesterday. A full week and a half prior to Thanksgiving – the official date for when Christmas decorations offically become acceptable. I say screw it, who made up those silly guidelines anyways?

C25K.

A few weeks ago I took Charles for a walk and he was constantly so far ahead of me that he was tugging the leash – his 8 pound body dragging me along. I decided if he wanted to go so fast we’d run, and then I could show myself that I wasn’t in as bad of shape as I feared. I ran three blocks at a fast pace and thought that death was looming. I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t in top physical condition, in fact I was at the exact opposite. I didn’t run the 5K this year at Race for the Cure, I walked it. That’s the first time I can remember walking it since I was a little kid and it embarrasses me.

There’s a hint of winter in the air.

I forgot to take pictures, assuming that the snow would linger long enough for me to grab a few shots after work — it’s just like Colorado to snow all morning and have it melted by the time I drive home (dry roads and all). To celebrate the welcoming of winter, Christian and I are headed to the Nuggets game when they are going to break the Lakers winning streak (a girl can dream can’t she?). I gave him tickets for our anniversary and it just so happens to coincide with the first snow!