Sorry I'm a lame blogger. . .

I'm back from the gym, and the endorphins did me good. I'm awake now, and not the walking dead I was before. Sorry I've been so silent lately, friends. There's lots going on.
Between corralling reference writers for applications, being a Maid of Honor (now affectionately called "Slave of Honor"), making sure 100 students here get the tickets they want for football games, checking on jobs every now and then, and the 4 home football games in a row, life is pretty crazy.

Did I mention: there are 25 days until "The Wedding"???? I feel like it's all I talk about these days, and it's not even mine. I think I will be more chill with my own because I don't fear disappointing myself. But anyway, mom and I talk an average of 3-5 times per day, each time with a new update or decision to be made.

Can I tell you my dress drama?? I'm telling everyone these days because it is quite hilarious/ironic/irking. When I say "dress" I am talking about none other than "The Bridesmaid Dress" (i.e. bane of my existence these days). So, back in June the ladies at the dress shop measured me. Lady 1 pulled the measuring tape from around my waist, checks her book and names a highly outrageous size number that I won't even write on here. Lady 2 says "No, that can't be right" after glancing my way and I feel a wave of relief rush over me. "Thank Goodness someone doesn't think I'm an elephant" was running through my head when she names a size one lower than that. REALLY?!? So I let it go (Big Mistake).
Skip to last Saturday when Mom brings the dress up and I try it on. . .YIKES. I think I was wearing 2 dresses. "Uh, I think the dress is beautiful" is what I said. I wanted to cry. Come Tuesday I go to a little alterations shop in Pendleton, SC to get it altered. You know it's bad when the lady does a double-take when you come out of the dressing room and says, "Well, gosh." That's it. Those were her words. And thus begins the pinning. She pulls in one side and then the other. Still too loose. Repeat 3 times. Finally when I feel as snug as a bug in a rug and can't put my arms by my side because there is so much fabric clumped at the sides of the dress, she smiles, looks in the mirror, and says, "Now aren't we looking better!!" I think my smile covered my entire face at that moment. I don't think my smile was quite as big when I discovered that the dress alterations re-making will cost me $56 dollars (in all fairness, they are re-making the thing).

So, I go to pick it up on Friday and I hope it's perfect. I'm quite excited about the fact that it has pockets and crinoline and we are going to be wearing gold, sparkly shoes with it!! It's every little girl's dream outfit, there's no denying that!!!

P.S. Mid-post writing I got a call: the engagement shoot is up on the photographer's website!! So, in case you haven't heard enough about my sister's wedding, check the pictures out here.