Monday, August 29, 2005

Futuristic

I have a busy week ahead of me.

Tuesday: Going to see "West Side Story" at the Santa Monica Pier. *whispering* I think I'm the only person in the world who hasn't seen it. I know, I know - how can I call myself a fan of musicals when I haven't seen one of the likely all-time greats.

Wednesday: Marc Broussard at House of Blues. Can't hardly wait! He is probably my favorite live performer. Next to John Mayer. And Gavin, And Maroon 5. Hell, I love them all live!

Thursday: My mom is coming to town!

Friday: Taking the day off. Shelby is coming to town! Along with my mom and Brent's mom, we're going dress shopping for me, hence the recent hardcore gym workouts. Have I mentioned how sore my glutes are today? Yikes. Keeping my eyes on the prize, baby. White gown, buff arms, tiny (ok, smaller) waist. They shall be mine! I have been dreading this part of the wedding planning, so I'm trying to look forward to it and keep my spirits high. So what if they need to sew two dresses together to fit me? Big deal.

Oh, great. I just realized that I have nothing to blog about for the rest of the week. Um, just look at this as the "before" part of my stories. I'm sure I'll have plenty of additional tales, especially when we get my mom, Shelby and Brent's mom together. Watch out, world!

"Pink is my signature color." - Shelby, Steel Magnolias

Weekend in Shorthand

Friday: Ate dinner at A Little Taste of Hoboken where I had a very yummy stuffed artichoke. Said good-bye to Brent's brother (and best man) as he left for a 6-month volunteer program in Kampala, Uganda. He's planning to blog about it, so once he starts, I'll post a link.

Saturday: Woke up early, which I seem to be doing frequently on the weekends. Cleaned out some cabinets, and went to the gym, where I not only conquered the stair stepper, but I increased from 29 flights of stairs to 42! In the same amount of time! Went to California Chicken Cafe in Westwood for lunch, where we saw Kid from Kid 'n Play. Brent and I were gonna bust out with the Kid 'n Play dance outside the restaurant, but we were too tired. I almost didn't notice Kid because I was too busy noticing how his wife/girlfriend was one of the few people who can pull off Bermuda shorts. Put up the new blinds in our guest bedroom, went to Old Navy to buy Brent smaller-sized clothes as his are falling off, had dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. Came home, fell asleep on the couch.

Sunday: Woke up early AGAIN. Went to the gym, increased my time on the stair stepper to 30 minutes (from 20) and climbed an exhausting 58 flights of stairs. Came home, caught up on some TiVo, finished organizing cabinets, did lots of laundry, cleaned out closet, and crashed.

"You can have it if you want to live in Agora fucking hills, and go to group therapy, but if you want a Beverly Hills mansion, a country club membership, and nine weeks a year in a Tuscan villa, then I'm gonna need to take a call when it comes in at noon on a motherfucking Wednesday." - Ari Gold, Entourage

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Ticketbastards

For my birthday last month my co-workers gave me $40 in gift certificates for Ticketmaster because, well, I'm a concert junkie and Ticketmaster is my supplier. Gift certificates can only be redeemed at an actual Ticketmaster location, rather than the internet or over the phone. So I visited Robinsons-May in the Santa Monica mall last night to buy tickets for Marc Broussard's show next week. I wanted two tickets, which were $20 a piece, plus $2 each for some lame-ass facility fees, and then another $4 bullshit handling fee. Two tickets = $53. I gave them my $40 gift certificates and said I wanted to pay the $13 difference, but then they gave me some crap, saying that they couldn't do that and that I'd have to either pay for it all using gift certificates or all with a credit card - no splitting! I said that's absurd, but they wouldn't budge. They called Ticketmaster to figure out how to ring up my purchase via the gift certificates, and it sounded like the Ticketmaster operator reminded them about the lame-ass no-splitting payment methods policy. So I ended up having to buy one ticket with the gift certificate, one with my credit card and then they gave me the difference of one ticket and the $40 gift certificates in another $10 gift certificate. I said, "So does this mean I can only use this $10 gift certificate for an event that's less than $10? Because those don't exist." The two girls behind the counter just stared at me blankly, as if I'd just asked them what the square root of 2,246 was. (47.3919824, by the way.) I said, "Give me the number to Ticketmaster," took my tickets and left. I called Ticketmaster, asked the operator if what they said was true, and he said, "Umm....that's really hard! Let me ask my supervisor." A few minutes later he gets back on the line and says, "Um, you're at a department store?" "Yes." "Um, well, sometimes people at department stores don't know all the Ticketmaster policies. My supervisor told me that you could pay the difference with your credit card." "But they called Ticketmaster and that's not what they told them." "Um..." "OK, look. Tell your supervisor that they need to send out a memo or something to all your Ticketmaster locations about this policy, otherwise you're going to continue to piss people like me off. Now what do I do with this stupid $10 gift certificate?" "Use if for your next purchase." :::my teeth grinding::: "If I have to go through this crap again, I'm going to be REALLY pissed." And I hung up.

My version of Murphy's law: If something can go wrong, it'll happen to Nanette.

Ass hats.

"Half the world is composed of idiots, the other half of people clever enough to take indecent advantage of them." - Walter Kerr

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Flower Power

Brent's cousin's daughter, Jadyn, is 5 years old and will be the flower girl in our wedding. After we got the ok from her mom for her to be in our wedding, I sent her a couple childrens books about being the flower girl in a wedding. In kidspeak, they outline the role of the flower girl and how important she is to wedding.

Today Brent and I received this in the mail:
If you can't decipher the handwriting, it says, "Dear Nanette + Brent Thank you for my books I love you Nanette. Jadyn" First, I think everything in this world should be written by children. I bet my press releases would get picked up more often if I sent them out in kids' handwriting. Second, I love how she says "I love you Nanette." No love for Brent, and he's related to her! :) Brent said that she and I can be pen pals.

Jadyn told her grandmother, "I'm going to be in a wedding. I'm a little nervous." And apparently she is also saving her favorite pink princess panties for the wedding. Coincidentally, so am I.

"What guides us is children's response, their joy in learning to dance, to sing, to live together. It should be a guide to the whole world." - Yehudi Menuhin

Blinded by the light

The custom blinds we ordered from Home Depot for our bedroom came in yesterday. Brent, the oh-so-handy guy that he is, hung them up. There was lots of cheering because despite the curtains I hung up a couple months ago (over the existing paper-esque blinds let by the previous owner), lots of light still found its way in each morning. We were eager to test them out this morning. However, they may have worked TOO well because it was a lot more difficult than usual to drag ourselves out of bed. The darkness misled us to believe it was really 5 a.m. instead of 7:00...7:40....8 a.m. Let's just say that my office was lucky I came in at all today!

We were lucky when we bought our condo that it didn't really need any work. We slapped on a couple coats of paint in the bedrooms and voila! The blinds are probably the biggest "home improvement" project we've done. And it only took us a year to do it. Today is the one-year anniversary of our condo - the day our escrow closed. I can hardly believe it. I still get so excited when I come home, knowing that Brent and I own a little piece of Earth.

If you haven't seen pictures of our place, feel free to take a look here. (Scroll down to Nov. 21).

"I'm grateful for the opportunity to live on this beautiful and astonishing planet Earth. In the morning, I wake up with a sense of gratitude." - Earl Nightingale

Monday, August 22, 2005

Step By Step

We went to the gym tonight and I'm happy to report that I conquered my biggest fear, a machine that scared me like no other. My old trainer made me try it once last year and I thought my heart was going to explode and they'd have to clean up my remains on the treadmills in front of me and the basketball court behind me. Since then, I never looked at the machine directly for fear that it would take my out-of-shape soul. Tonight, though, as the treadmills and eliptical machines were occupid, I looked directly at the machine, hopped on, and tamed it like a wild stallion. 20 minutes and half a gallon of sweat later, I was glowing. If I'd had rope I would have hog tied it. I won the 29-story battle, but I may have lost the war because as I sit on my couch typing this, I....am...exhausted. Crazy Stair Stepper!

"Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going." - Jim Runyan

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Weekend Update

We started Saturday off with some good workouts at the gym. It was nice and empty, which I wish it was like all the time. No waiting for an eliptical machine. Plenty of room on the mats for stretching and ab work. Then we strolled Venice Beach with Brent's brother and his friend. Saturday night we hung out with always-fun Josh, Jamie and Baby Hallie. (Hallie has learned to say "Nanette," by the way, which tickles me to no end.) Had dinner and then some Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf.

Today we went grocery shopping and then South-African-ballerina-Jen and I went to Liz's house-warming. Her condo is SOOO cute! She and her husband have really made it a home. And she's got really great decorating taste. I came home and made a very yummy taco pie for dinner. Yes, I cooked. And yes, it was very tasty. For dessert I made fat-free/sugar-free chocolate pudding served with strawberries and fat-free whipped cream. Delic!

Michelle Dessler: "I'll go anywhere with you... as long as I don't have to cook."
Tony Almeida (laughing): "Sweetheart, if you promise not to cook I will take you with me anywhere."

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Things That Currently Make Me Happy

Gaucho Pants - I found these at a fun little boutique near the beach. They are the most comfortable yet stylish items in my wardrobe at the moment. I get tons of compliments when I wear them. And they're stylish enough with heels and a jean jacket to wear to work! It's like working in sweats! Um, did I mention that I have five pairs? (Black, brown, maroon, grey, and blue...)

Magic Stapler - Hi. My name is Nanette. I'm a consumer. I see fun little gadgets and toys and I must have them, especially if they're shiny and bright. Brent and I are destined to spend the rest of our lives together because he realizes this about me. He supports my consumer-y habits by bringing me home stuff like a Magic Stapler. Last week he brought home a green one. I took it to work and everyone who walks by my cube gravitates toward it. It staples without staples. It punches a little hole and folds the "hanging chad" to keep the papers together. It's not quite reliable enough for really important documents, but it's perfect for my everyday docs. I've eliminated "freakin' stapler!" from my vocabulary. By the way, I saw the offer for a "free sample" on the Magic Stapler site, but I don't know how else they may bother you if you give them your info.

Weight Watchers - Weighed in yesterday morning. Lost 1.8 pounds this week for a grand total of 11.4 pounds! I'm starting to fit into my smaller-size clothes. Friends and family are starting to notice. I haven't had a soda (except for when I tried Coke Zero once) in almost two months. However, I did succumb to white rice for the first time in two months last night. Not to worry, though. When Brent wakes up this morning, we're headed to the gym.

"When I first saw you I could tell you were bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders and about 30 on your hips." - Jack, Will & Grace

Thursday, August 18, 2005

I Got Soul But I'm Not A Soldier

Nothing too exciting going on in my neck of the woods. Working, planning the wedding, working out, eating well, blah, blah, blah. The only thing I can think of to share with you are two of my current favorite songs:

"Brighter Than Sunshine" by Aqualung - This song is like listening to a hug. Its lyrics warm my heart. How can you not love prose like this: "Love will remain a mystery but give me your hand and you will see your heart is keeping time with me." I need to get this album so I can put it under my pillow and dream of more sweet, syrupy lyrics.

"All These Things That I Have Done" by The Killers - I heard this song on the radio and was instantly hooked. If you've heard it, you can't deny that it's catchy. It is! We all have soul but we're not soldiers - and it's ok!

Coincidentally, there was a VH1 show featuring live performances of both these songs the other day. Through the magic of TiVo I captured it for repeated bliss. (I told ya there's not much going on these days...)

"Music is your own experience, your thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn." - Charlie Parker

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

I'm With The DJ

We FINALLY decided on a dj! He came highly recommended, is by far the most reasonably priced and is very low key, which is exactly what we want. It's like a musical weight has been lifted off my shoulders. And now we're on to the dress and then the cake! If we do the cake first, it may impact my dress, if ya know what I mean. We're also scheduling our engagement photos for next month.

On the way home tonight, I witnessed another homeless battle while I was at a stoplight. Two homeless guys sat on a bus stop bench. One was eating Chinese takeout. He handed some to his homeless friend. And then he started grabbing food and throwing it at his friend! His friend got up, staring at him in disbelief. The guy didn't look like he was throwing it in fun - he looked pissed! Then, as quickly as he started, he stopped. His friend sat down as if nothing happened. What a strange breakdown while breaking bread.

Did anyone catch "Tommy Lee Goes To College" tonight? I was laughing out loud. It's a lot more entertaining than I expected. It kinda made me miss college...for a second. And it made me miss all my years in band. I can tell ya that it would be difficult for many professional musicians (who don't read music and haven't had any marching training) to come into a band at a big university like that with ease. This show definitely makes my TiVo season pass list.

"Ah, yes. You would be referring to the flute fetish band geek, who made me her bitch, and ditched me after prom." - Jim, American Pie 2

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Recap Ze Weekend

Friday night: Dinner with Josh, Jami and Baby Hallie. Went home and watched the uplifting Hotel Rwanda. In all seriousness, the movie was amazing. I had no idea that all that was happening when it did. It sickened and saddened me to hear about all that injustice now.

Saturday: Tried to order custom window blinds at Home Depot, but I forgot the measurements. Didn't realize until we got there. Got a real vaccum from Bed Bath and Beyond to replace our little powerless sweeper. Enjoyed some Bay Cities Deli sandwiches and watched Under The Tuscan Sun. (A first for Brent, a second time for me.)

Today: Lunch with one of the many Jens in my life. A little shopping and saw Must Love Dogs. Very, very cute. Got home and Brent and I returned to Home Depot and successfully ordered window blinds.

All in all, relaxing and somewhat productive. Why do the weekends go by so fast?

"Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time." - Frank, Old School

Presents of Mine


The gift gods have been good to me lately. First, Stacie sent me this super cute duck mouse. It makes my work day lots of fun.



Then I got a fun care package from justJENN, straight from her Hawaiian vacation. It included some yummy snacks and this pancake mix, which I'll have to make on a lazy Sunday morning.

Last month I also got from my mom, via my birthday request, a home microdermabrasion set to get my face prepped for my nuptials. I've actually been blessed with pretty good skin, but a little extra glow doesn't hurt. I'd heard about it from Aurora and am happy with the results thus far.

So, in closing, if you need me, I'll be sitting in front of my computer, playing with my duckie mouse, with a belly full of pancakes and glowing skin.

"We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give." - Winston Churchill

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Funny honey of mine

This morning Brent was showing me e-mails from his parents while they've been on their cruise the past couple weeks. They asked him how everything was going as we've been checking up on their house. Brent's response was this:

I'm really glad you guys are having fun. It sounds amazing. Enjoy your trip and don't worry about the roof. I've had a couple of contractors out for estimates and they said they can probably fix the fire damage within the next two months. It's the water damage that was really more devastating. I went through dad's rolodex and found some good lawyers and we're going to file against the bus company on Monday but we haven't found an address for the guy that was carrying the snake so we may have to hire an investigator. Otherwise, everything here is great. Today they told me that my eyebrows will almost definitely grow back! Love, Brent

Thursday, August 11, 2005

So a blogger walks into a bar...

Last night I joined a gaggle of bloggers at the Cat & Fiddle. Fabulous Hilary from SuperJux, along with her buddy Paul, organized the shin-dig to bring lots of virtual folks together. I even got my anti-social Brent to go with me and he blossomed like a beautiful social butterfly.

To be honest, I'd only read a couple of the 20 or so bloggers' sites. After last night's gathering, though, I have plenty of new sites to delve into. I'll add them to my blogroll soon, which is how I keep track of most of the sites I read.

I really enjoyed meeting Hilary face-to-face as I read and enjoy her site daily. We talked about how we expected other people to look. (Hil - For some reason I expected you to have shoulder-length, brown, curly hair. Note to readers: it's not.) I'd only seen a couple people's pictures, so I wasn't sure how we'd find the group. I'm probably a rare blogger who posts lots of personal pics. Luckily Hilary spotted me.

As Brent pointed out as we were leaving, and as I've read on a couple of the sites of the bloggers who attended, the gathering was like internet dating, but in this case, "friending."

I learned lots of fun things last night, including, but not limited to:
- You don't need a Palm Pilot. You can just keep track of people you meet on a cocktail napkin.
- As a kid, somebody chose their favorite team, the Orioles, because they thought they were called the "Oreos," as in the cookies.
- Matthew Broderick shops at LA Eyeworks.
- Ya probably shouldn't run into a bar, screaming, "Are you the bloggers? Are YOU the bloggers?"
- When ya tell your co-workers that you're meeting a bunch of bloggers, yes, people you've never met before, they may give you a funny look. (In reality, they're jealous.)

Fun times, fun times. Looking forward to doing it again, even though it took us a freakin' hour to get from Santa Monica to West Hollywood. Gotta love LA.

"Everyone is kneaded out of the same dough but not baked in the same oven." - Yiddish proverb

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Skating on thin ice

I dug out my Rollerblades, found my wristguards, and hit the streets today after work. I had grandiose dreams of skating downhill to the beach, but I stuck to the few flat streets instead. I wobbled a few times and only had a couple scares where I thought that if I didn't move a few feet, I'd end up squished under a passing car. (Much like a recent episode of Six Feet Under when I guy was pulling out of his driveway and ended up running over his own head. Ewww....)

Brent and I had another potential wedding vendor flake on us tonight. What is the deal? We're trying to GIVE people our money and they won't take it. Apparently my e-mail confirming our meeting went straight into the vendor's "bulk mail." Strangely, he did respond to another part of that same e-mail. Grrrr....

[typing a poem on his computer] "Your sandy hair floats in the air... To me it's like a lullaby... I'm just flying by... Oh so high... like a kite... tied to a skate..." [begins singing] Kip, Napolean Dynamit

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Baby, baby, baby

I met my nephew this weekend and he is a freakin' cute baby! He rarely cried and even did the I'm-a-baby-and-too-young-to-really-smile-but-I'll-make-you-think-I'm-smiling-when-it's-really-probably-gas smile. It was like someone was telling him a joke that we couldn't hear. Although he's a relatively long baby (21"), he curled up in a little ball on my chest. He has TONS of hair, more than I even did when I was born. (Legend has it that I had a lot of hair.) According to his mom, he also sleeps really well. He only woke up once the night before. I'll start praying to the baby gods now that when it's my turn my baby will be just as good. For now I'll just be the Fun Aunt.

"Oh, forgive me for not being one of those anorexic babies from the diaper commercials." - Stewie Griffin, Family Guy

Friday, August 05, 2005

Bits and pieces

I know, I know. I've been a bad blogger. I'll try to make up for it, I promise!

This morning was my weekly weigh-in. Down 2.2 pounds, baby! That's enough motivation to carry me through the weekend.

We're going to Visalia tomorrow morning, where it'll be a cool 101 degrees. When I'm not melting into a puddle of me, I"ll be meeting my nephew. So excited!

In addition to being a bad blogger, I've been a bad car owner. I was long overdue to get its oil changed, especially since it just hit 100,000 miles. I've been meaning to take it in to my mechanic for a tune-up, but haven't had a chance. Since I'm driving to the Sun, I mean, my hometown, tomorrow, I got my oil changed today. And a bunch of other stuff flushed. And a new fuel filter. The $200 I dropped hurt, but it sure feels good to drive a car that's running nice and smooth and (hopefully) won't leave me stranded on the freeway this weekend.

Brent and I finally saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith tonight. I...loved...it! It was cute, there was ass-kicking, and it was hilarious. Loved all the beautiful people. Oh, and it had Vince Vaughn, a nice surprise.

[shouts] "Mom! We are on high alert here. I almost killed you right there!" - Vince Vaughn, Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Up In Arms

As we're in full wedding slimdown mode, Brent and I hit the gym tonight. As I curled my biceps, flexed my triceps and leveraged my lats, I kept thinking "Wedding gown...wedding gown....wedding gown..." Today I even turned down Rice Krispy Treats. RICE KRISPY TREATS!

Strangely, although I'm probably eating healthier now than I have in a long time, my stomach is still not happy. I've had a referral to a GI for a while because I've been wanting to talk about my family history of colon cancer, but hadn't had a chance to make an appointment. With my tummy troubles, I decided to call for an appointment. I wasn't able to make an appointment until the end of next month, so I asked the scheduler how to get on a waiting list in case of cancellations. She told me to call the same number I had just dialed and talk to someone in the GI's office, so I did that. And she answered. The call went a little something like this:

Me: Um, I think I just spoke to you about trying to get on a waiting list.
Her: Yes, you just spoke to me.
Me: And you told me to call this same number to get to the doctor's office.
Her: Yes, this is the doctor's office.
Me: And this is where I'm supposed to get on the list, right?
Her: Yes, but you need to call back.
Me: When?
Her: When someone else answers the phone. There are three of us here. I answer the phone sometimes.
Me: ... uh...ok...
Her: Thanks! (click)

It was like a twisted game of Who's On First. Wacko.

"There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action." - Johann von Goethe