NEW BLOG.

Surprise, surprise.

We're moving & i'm having severe anxiety, admittedly. I'm attached to this blog but it's time for a fresh start. There is a lot of history on this blog & it's time to start a new book entirely. You know, recipes & crafts. Yeah right. The same overly-open topics will appear on the new blog. If it looks similar, that is just evidence that i am a creature of habit.

I'm sorry you might have to change your google reader subscription or blogger following system. That's such a bother. We will be there forever more though.

The promised pap smear tradegdy, wedding dress maythem & pill side affects will appear on the other blog. I will become more faithful to writing. I will.

Join me.

HERE.

farewell a twisted fairytale, farewell.

(if you need to contact me, my new e-mail address is: mrsmeglivingston (at) gmail (dot) com)

upcoming news.

It's been quite busy. I've been skipping showers sort of busy. There is blog news coming soon though which may come as bad news to some & good news for few. I should be announcing soon.

happy christmas.

bridal shower photos.

i'm not dead. almost dead.

here are a few pictures from our party.
it was a blast.
you guys are great.

alert: wedding invites.

I have loads of awkward, lovely, juicy posts pending. Pap smears, the pill & the ever lovely panty party.

that will have to wait.

Our final guest list is being sealed & sent away today.
if you want an invite to our wedding party,

e-mail me with your address

right now.

xbreathex4xmusicx (at) gmail (dot) com

[it's friday & all i want to sing it "cheers to the freekin weekin."]

blame the doctor.

I started crying watching this movie trailer.
awesome.
it must be the birth control, right?

walkers.

From the beginning I begged not to see an another episode but they kept forcing me to watch one after another. By the end of the first season, I couldn't wait for the next. I'm not sure what it is about exploding zombie heads but I am the number one fan of The Walking Dead.

So, if you are a zombie lover, continue. If not, continue but i doubt it will make sense.

one // Is Lori in the wrong? Was she whoring around with Shane in the beginning of season 1 or was it end-of-the-world decision? Throughout the seasons my opinion has shifted. I was relatively sceptical of her in the beginning but she's loyal to rick. I mean, how many times has she told creepy-face shane to keeps his paws off?

two // Baby Rick vs Baby Shane? Definitely baby shane. I suppose we will never know anyway. I don't think they can run back to the walker-filled grocery store for a DNA test.

three // Shane. What the - is his deal? He's lost it completely. Between getting dirty with Andrea & almost killing Dale, I would be completely fine if the walkers got him for breakfast.

four // Oh, Glenn. He's wonderful & I hope if there is an overall winner-takes-all it's him. I like Maggie even though she's a bit moody but hey, period time without meds & zombies for your neighbors would make me a bit on edge too.

five // Sophia's a Hersel hostage. We should have guessed.

six // Who's dying next? My bet is T-Dog. I don't have any attachment to him anyway.

seven // Off with Andrea's head. She's a wild bothersome.

eight // Rick, poor guy. A knocked up wife, potty-mouth son & evil ex-best friend. I hope he wins in the fight against Shane (which is going to happen. let's be real.)

I don't think I can wait until february.

31 & counting.

Did i buy 31 pairs of lace panties today? Absolutely.
Good news, they are for YOU! (that just happened. necessary exclamation mark.)
Am i going to buy 31 more? Yes.

see you december 2nd.

best fiance award goes to mckay for gifting me with the 50mm f/1.8 lens.

count down.

1 day: my birthday. party, party, party.
7 days: our blogger bridal shower. (good news, i bought panties for you last night at 4:00 in the morning.)

30 days: Christmas. Have i been listening to christmas music since Halloween? Yes.

42 days: MARRIAGE.

it's a bit busy.

the annoying people on black friday.

We are suppose to be miserable. It's 9:03 PM & freezing. The doors don't open until midnight & we're near the back of the line. Let us be absolutely miserable, please.

Between the culminating anxiety in the air & whispering of game strategy,the gathers of black friday are not your friends. It's game time & there should be no smiles until after the check out line.

We were in line at Target plotting out who goes where. McKay & I were assigned electronics. If i may, the most dangerous corner of the store. It was 11:00 PM & it was quiet. The people around us sipped on their shopping-booster energy drinks waiting. Just waiting. i nuzzled my cold nose into the warmth of mckay's neck.

then there was that group. There was only 9 or so but they had more energy than the hundreds of people in line. They were under-dressed for the conditions as well. One boy was in a tall T & a flat rim Packers hat- I suppose his hair was warm. A fit middle aged woman with feminine features and short mom-like hair wore business heels. I imagined her feet hurt and the mad shopping hadn't even started. Regardless of their assumed cold & aching bodies, they were loud. Really loud. They were playing a game that I was familiar with- Ninja Attack. This game is only known to those who attend EFY or girls camp. However if you aren't familiar it looks like a bunch of people flailing around attempting to hit each other in pattern.

People watched. Everyone watched. Some even asked to join. The police watched too, wondering if it was the beginning of some sort of Target-shopper-mosh-pit. They were wildly obnoxious and I wasn't the only one who thought so by observing the faces around.

i was apart of that group.

(did we get the very last PS3 at Target? Absolutely.)

hot & heavy.

this may be too much but he has divine pair of lips.

(good news ladies, i'm finally employed. drinks all around. the non-alcoholic kind.)

magic & love

we are so excited about these.

sneak peak.

we have a rockin' photographer.

come move in.

Good news, ladies. In my lovely apartment, we have an entire shared room up for grabs. Perhaps you & your friend want to move out just for half a semester for fun & for cheaper than any other contracts? I'm your girl.

My contract is $240 a month plus utilties, which is never more than $30.

click here for the deats & pictures.

e-mail me if you are interested. xbreathex4xmusicx (at) gmail (dot) com.

some missionary S&G

i forgot i was hiding this tiny gem.

a man's soft spot.

Inside of every man, edged with testosterone, there is a soft spot. Such as, being in love. When any male surrenders to the doings of love, he is softened.

my sweet boy has a soft spot that i appreciate.

his sister & the initiator of our romance got knocked up a couple years ago. Hubs (awkward word alert) & Bri produced a darling little creature. We call her abby. She's a raging 2 year old & we love her.

she loves kay the most though. Before he took off to the land of the Scottish, he grew rather attached to this specimen.
he was 19 then.

today, i found this:

i melted.
so what?