I know I still have some time before I need to find a dress, but...

I found the dress I'm in love with. I actually gasped when I saw it. It's everything I could ever dream off.

It's also twice my budget.

But I did give myself a crazy low dress budget.

But it's still twice my budget. For one night.

I need a second job.

Holy freaking crap.

I made a wedding budget. I cried. How do people do this? It is seriously insane how much shit costs.

To hell with wedding planning, Denver and I are talking honeymoon! I was showing him the "52 week savings plan" and suggested that if we both do it, there's our honeymoon. He wants to drive across America, which would be so awesome. We'd talked about Egypt once too, but that's more money and more time. A trip across the US would be so fun for a ( Read more... )

So, we're on to the stressful Christmases! Don't get me wrong, I'm still in good spirits and excited about the official holiday jazz, but I'm 100% stressed out ( Read more... )

Michael's has their Christmas stuff 50% off already! I may have picked up 15 spools of silver glitter ribbon. Now I just need to stop tearing up while trying to talk wedding plans. <3

Facebook is way too insane to get personal and Twitter doesn't let me get enough across ( Read more... )

Today was a good day.

Mostly I'm all smiley because Denver is super excited about wedding planning.

I'm feeling about a 7 or 8 out of 10 physically. 8 out of 10 mentally. I was a little grumpy this morning, but it's getting there.

:)

I've gone 6 days without Effexor.

I've been a roller coaster of emotions the last few days, but I've starting to feel better. Physically I'm at about a 6/10 where a few days ago I'd have put myself at a 2. I still threw up my lunch today, but at least I'm making progress.

Boy, has this been miserable.

Day 1 with no Effexor.

I can't move. If I move I throw up. Holy crap, this sucks so much.

End of story.

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Always inspiring when you read that withdrawal symptoms can last a year, and it can take up to 3 years for you to feel like yourself again.

Fuck.

This.

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This is Denver's first day on his new shift and I'm already lost. I've cleaned the whole apartment, made a super elaborate stew, watched a movie, played with kittens, and spent like 2 hours looking at wedding dresses. Ok, well, there is more cleaning I could do, but ugh. I suppose I could use this time to start crafting. Or maybe I could wrap ( Read more... )