I'm marrying the most wonderful man on the face of the planet. And many of you already know this, especially if you know Chase. It's pretty much already been recorded in the book of something official for all posterity to see.
But I know his wonderfulness especially today because he just fixed an annoying habit (of late) of my computer to do this weird "disc scan" thingy when I turn my laptop on. I rarely turn it all the way off, but put it in sleep mode or it's equivalent. I do this so that when I lift the lid, it pops awake and lets me get to work and there is no wait. Because I hate waiting. I mean, all this newfangled technology is mean to go at the speed of light, right?! Well, that's what I expect. And nothing less.
So Chase has often heard me complain about my retarded computer being sooooo slllllooooowwwww. I tend to blame it on him because he downloaded anti-spy ware and all this other helpful stuff on my computer that RUNS tests while I'm working!! And it slows my computer down. Therefore nixing out any helpful components what-so-ever.
Well, I get home from work today and Chase says.... "I'm working on fixing your computer, it's almost done (it's done now and all better) and guess what? I ordered you something online today." Well.... if you know Chase, you know that he's wonderful. If you know me, you know I love a PRESENT! So my pupils are all dialated, my heart is racing, a slight smudge of froth has appeared at the corner of my mouth, and I wheeze out... "well?! What is IT?!" And Chase the Wonderful replies "well, you know if it's from me, it's practical." And I gush "Jewelry is practical. VERY practical." Then Chase confesses "I ordered an upgrade of 2G ram for your laptop."
And ladies and gentlemen, I nearly exploded. Like, all over the room. Shards of Leigh Ann stuck in the ceiling, plastered on the wall, oozing down the windows.... it could have been incredible. But I remembered to breathe, and promptly squeeled, "Chase Porter, you are the most wonderful man in the world!! I love you, I love you, I love you!!!"
I mean, what could be more perfect for an impatient girl like me?! A 2G ram upgrade. You know what I have now? No wait, I can't tell you, it's too embarrassing. . . . . . okay, I will! 512mb. Oh the shame! The horror! And my Most Wonderful Man of All Time is fixing it for me. Sigh. Can we move the wedding date up, to like, tomorrow? I need to get this man on lock down. NOW. I can't be leaving it up to the wiles of fate for the next 131 days. I need to get a ring on that man's finger pronto. ;-)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
First Fruits of our Labor
We just launched our wedding website and I love it. I think it's so much fun! Of course, the back story is so much more interesting than the end result.... which is why I'm about to divulge.
I get this phone call while I'm out with Khalyn one day. And it just so happens to be Chase on the line. He'd just recently purchased a domain name for $10 a year to create a website to attract employers and showcase some of his work. The best part is the name he chose - http://hirethatredhead.com - 'hire that red head'.
So he called me that fateful day to ask if I wanted him to buy another domain name to host a wedding website. I wasn't interested. I'd fooled around with some free websites for a possible wedding deal and didn't like what was there and just canned the idea all together. So when Chase calls about actually spending money on this thing, I was like naaaaah. But he was like, oh come on, Leigh Ann. And I was like, well... if its something you want to do, then do it. I just want no part of it.
A few days later, Chase says to me, "hey Leigh Ann, come look at what I've got going so far for the wedding website." And I mosey on over to take a gander... and he's created an entire website with all kinds of different pages for RSPVing, 'our story', maps and directions, and other fun, useful stuff. And I was impressed! He had everything there.... but the eye candy. That's right, folks... pictures. :-) I mean, I'm all about some illustration. ABCs are fine, but you know what they say about a picture. You could save yourself a lot of time typing out those thousand words if you'd just post a picture!
So I knew what I had to do. Sitting beside Chase on our love seat (that reclines!), with our laptops cradled in our lap, I went to work. On each page, I inserted a picture of us taken during a different trip or activity. And I really liked it. Then I created a whole new page of just pictures of us and family. And I really liked it. Then, when we were finished, the website was posted for public consumption and the address shared on facebook. And I really liked it.
I'm thinking about future pages that I might add to the website about up-dates and more pictures of some of the showers and wedding-type stuff. But for now, the website is done and up there for the world to see. And I love it! Mostly because Chase did such a great job on it and all I did was make it pretty. Not saying it was ugly before.... but it was plain. ;-) And now it's decorated....
So go check it out if you want to... http://www.chaseandleighann.com/ and enjoy the fruits of our labor!
I get this phone call while I'm out with Khalyn one day. And it just so happens to be Chase on the line. He'd just recently purchased a domain name for $10 a year to create a website to attract employers and showcase some of his work. The best part is the name he chose - http://hirethatredhead.com - 'hire that red head'.
So he called me that fateful day to ask if I wanted him to buy another domain name to host a wedding website. I wasn't interested. I'd fooled around with some free websites for a possible wedding deal and didn't like what was there and just canned the idea all together. So when Chase calls about actually spending money on this thing, I was like naaaaah. But he was like, oh come on, Leigh Ann. And I was like, well... if its something you want to do, then do it. I just want no part of it.
A few days later, Chase says to me, "hey Leigh Ann, come look at what I've got going so far for the wedding website." And I mosey on over to take a gander... and he's created an entire website with all kinds of different pages for RSPVing, 'our story', maps and directions, and other fun, useful stuff. And I was impressed! He had everything there.... but the eye candy. That's right, folks... pictures. :-) I mean, I'm all about some illustration. ABCs are fine, but you know what they say about a picture. You could save yourself a lot of time typing out those thousand words if you'd just post a picture!
So I knew what I had to do. Sitting beside Chase on our love seat (that reclines!), with our laptops cradled in our lap, I went to work. On each page, I inserted a picture of us taken during a different trip or activity. And I really liked it. Then I created a whole new page of just pictures of us and family. And I really liked it. Then, when we were finished, the website was posted for public consumption and the address shared on facebook. And I really liked it.
I'm thinking about future pages that I might add to the website about up-dates and more pictures of some of the showers and wedding-type stuff. But for now, the website is done and up there for the world to see. And I love it! Mostly because Chase did such a great job on it and all I did was make it pretty. Not saying it was ugly before.... but it was plain. ;-) And now it's decorated....
So go check it out if you want to... http://www.chaseandleighann.com/ and enjoy the fruits of our labor!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The employable hippie finds a dress
So, updates are to be had. I don't feel like bitching anymore. Thank goodness. I really don't think anyone enjoys being in that frame of mind.
I did find a wedding dress in Gainsville. Three states later... I find my dress. Six or whatever gown shops later.... I find my dress. $2,000 tease later... I find my dress.
And it was my mother who did cartwheels in the parking lot. I was kinda like, eh. whatever. We got the dress, what's next. It seems like there's this never ending list of tasks droning on and on in front of me. The most depressing thing is how much everything costs. My dress was $250 MORE because it was being "custom" altered and "rushed". With five months to go, it needed rushing. Gag me.
Now I'm getting reports from Chase about the cost of a DJ being in the $800-$950 range. I'm like WHAT?! Obviously whatever direction my life is taking is the wrong one and I need to be in the wedding business. Just take a number, any number and double it. Then reverse it and triple it. That's how much you'll sell whatever it is you do in weddings to each customer. Then, for the really stressed-out looking ones, you'll take 25% off, multiply it by 6, and add a dollar to it. Tell them you're giving them a "deal."
We should have just eloped.
Hey, wait a minute, I thought this post was going to be fun, up-beat and gushing about progress and rah-rahs, yay-yays. This has been all too similar to moaning and whining.
So, on the plus side, I went to a manager's meeting at Goodwill HQ (gasp, how exciting), and I was LATE! (gasp, how mortifying). And I learned how to make reports on the computer. It is rather informative... but how will this make me a better person?
Speaking of being a better person. A customer (whom I am not very fond of to begin with) called me a "snob" and "the cold sholder." Probably because I do ignore his lame attempts at flirting and I called lower Gaines street the dirty hippie side of FSU. He did agree that it is the dirty hippie side of FSU, but said that I was a snob and that he knew it.
I disagree that I am a snob. I am distant. I am not a snob. Although Khalyn will tell you otherwise and she's pretty on-the-spot when it comes to me.... so maybe I am. But I will never admit it. Besides, I like hippies. I wear all-natural deodorant and sometimes, I don't wash my hair everyday. I do shower, everyday. But I kinda need to, because I work with customers, and stinking is just not okay. Plus, I love the earth and recycling and growing lavender and world peace. What's not more hippie-like than peace?! Geez. I'm an employable-hippie. That's what I am. Enough of a traitor to the cause to fit in and get a job in "the man"s world and still stay true to my all-natural, never tested on animals deodorant.
Well, that's all from this employable hippie. Chase and I just watched "Julie and Julia" and LOVED IT! That Meryl. She's a real gem. HOLY CHEESE! Is it 12:34 am already?!? This cowgirl is going to bed.
Peace.
I did find a wedding dress in Gainsville. Three states later... I find my dress. Six or whatever gown shops later.... I find my dress. $2,000 tease later... I find my dress.
And it was my mother who did cartwheels in the parking lot. I was kinda like, eh. whatever. We got the dress, what's next. It seems like there's this never ending list of tasks droning on and on in front of me. The most depressing thing is how much everything costs. My dress was $250 MORE because it was being "custom" altered and "rushed". With five months to go, it needed rushing. Gag me.
Now I'm getting reports from Chase about the cost of a DJ being in the $800-$950 range. I'm like WHAT?! Obviously whatever direction my life is taking is the wrong one and I need to be in the wedding business. Just take a number, any number and double it. Then reverse it and triple it. That's how much you'll sell whatever it is you do in weddings to each customer. Then, for the really stressed-out looking ones, you'll take 25% off, multiply it by 6, and add a dollar to it. Tell them you're giving them a "deal."
We should have just eloped.
Hey, wait a minute, I thought this post was going to be fun, up-beat and gushing about progress and rah-rahs, yay-yays. This has been all too similar to moaning and whining.
So, on the plus side, I went to a manager's meeting at Goodwill HQ (gasp, how exciting), and I was LATE! (gasp, how mortifying). And I learned how to make reports on the computer. It is rather informative... but how will this make me a better person?
Speaking of being a better person. A customer (whom I am not very fond of to begin with) called me a "snob" and "the cold sholder." Probably because I do ignore his lame attempts at flirting and I called lower Gaines street the dirty hippie side of FSU. He did agree that it is the dirty hippie side of FSU, but said that I was a snob and that he knew it.
I disagree that I am a snob. I am distant. I am not a snob. Although Khalyn will tell you otherwise and she's pretty on-the-spot when it comes to me.... so maybe I am. But I will never admit it. Besides, I like hippies. I wear all-natural deodorant and sometimes, I don't wash my hair everyday. I do shower, everyday. But I kinda need to, because I work with customers, and stinking is just not okay. Plus, I love the earth and recycling and growing lavender and world peace. What's not more hippie-like than peace?! Geez. I'm an employable-hippie. That's what I am. Enough of a traitor to the cause to fit in and get a job in "the man"s world and still stay true to my all-natural, never tested on animals deodorant.
Well, that's all from this employable hippie. Chase and I just watched "Julie and Julia" and LOVED IT! That Meryl. She's a real gem. HOLY CHEESE! Is it 12:34 am already?!? This cowgirl is going to bed.
Peace.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Not for the kiddie's eyeballs. Or the faint of heart.
I feel like bitching. (don't forget, this blog is called candor AND rancor)
Unfortunately that seems to be all I've felt like doing lately. Which makes me think three things.
(1) I need a vacation.
(2) I need an altering of my perspective. Some people call this an attitude change.
(3) I need a foot massage and some fancy-smanchy pastry with dark chocolate-fruit-and something else amazing. Like nuts or something.
I found a book at work today that wanted you to find out what type of animal you are. The quiz was amazingly short and easy. So.... I took it and tried to find what type of animal I am. Figuring that out was the hard part. So I decided - based on the data collected and what I seemed to find in the "answer key" of sorts, that I am an otter. Of course it's something fun and wonderful. What kind of book would tell you that you're a dung beetle? Unless you're an ancient Egyptian and you worshiped the dung beetle, that would not be a compliment. An otter on the other hand, is a compliment. Have you ever seen one of them play? It's mesmerizing. They just slice through the water with a kind of grace I'm hard pressed to find elsewhere. And everything they do seems to be a game with fun the only objective.
Of course, I've heard that dung beetles are like, really important players in the ecosystem or something... all that dung they roll up helps, like, the earth or something. But dung beetles are boring. All work and no play! Just poop all day long.
After work today, I scoured the inter-web (how I refer to the internet) for my wedding dress. I found a dress I adore.... but it costs $2,000 at the shop. Which is CRAZY!!! So I'm trying to buy a used one on the inter-web. There are four dress available... I just need to convince one of the sellers to give it to me for a price I deem worthy. Like, closer to $500. Which is still A LOT. Just, don't get me started on all the price gouging in the wedding business. It really sets my pants on fire. It gets me cussin'-angry. That's what it does.
This whole wedding planning business is one of the reasons I feel like bitching. Now I completely understand why people hire consultants. This is like, pull-your-hair-out-retarded-stressful. It makes no sense for my panties to be in such a tight wad over all this, but it is. If I could wave a wand around and make all this stress disappear, I would!! I hope people know that I don't like being this way. It's not like I get a thrill from going grey thirty years early.
And then there's work. Just work. Thinking about it puts me in a blind stupor. So I don't think about it. I blog about it. ;-)
Ahhh, hhhhhaaaaa, ha. (that was a stress-relieving sigh).
So, I'm off. To conquer other unconquerable heights of wedding planning.
Unfortunately that seems to be all I've felt like doing lately. Which makes me think three things.
(1) I need a vacation.
(2) I need an altering of my perspective. Some people call this an attitude change.
(3) I need a foot massage and some fancy-smanchy pastry with dark chocolate-fruit-and something else amazing. Like nuts or something.
I found a book at work today that wanted you to find out what type of animal you are. The quiz was amazingly short and easy. So.... I took it and tried to find what type of animal I am. Figuring that out was the hard part. So I decided - based on the data collected and what I seemed to find in the "answer key" of sorts, that I am an otter. Of course it's something fun and wonderful. What kind of book would tell you that you're a dung beetle? Unless you're an ancient Egyptian and you worshiped the dung beetle, that would not be a compliment. An otter on the other hand, is a compliment. Have you ever seen one of them play? It's mesmerizing. They just slice through the water with a kind of grace I'm hard pressed to find elsewhere. And everything they do seems to be a game with fun the only objective.
Of course, I've heard that dung beetles are like, really important players in the ecosystem or something... all that dung they roll up helps, like, the earth or something. But dung beetles are boring. All work and no play! Just poop all day long.
After work today, I scoured the inter-web (how I refer to the internet) for my wedding dress. I found a dress I adore.... but it costs $2,000 at the shop. Which is CRAZY!!! So I'm trying to buy a used one on the inter-web. There are four dress available... I just need to convince one of the sellers to give it to me for a price I deem worthy. Like, closer to $500. Which is still A LOT. Just, don't get me started on all the price gouging in the wedding business. It really sets my pants on fire. It gets me cussin'-angry. That's what it does.
This whole wedding planning business is one of the reasons I feel like bitching. Now I completely understand why people hire consultants. This is like, pull-your-hair-out-retarded-stressful. It makes no sense for my panties to be in such a tight wad over all this, but it is. If I could wave a wand around and make all this stress disappear, I would!! I hope people know that I don't like being this way. It's not like I get a thrill from going grey thirty years early.
And then there's work. Just work. Thinking about it puts me in a blind stupor. So I don't think about it. I blog about it. ;-)
Ahhh, hhhhhaaaaa, ha. (that was a stress-relieving sigh).
So, I'm off. To conquer other unconquerable heights of wedding planning.
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