The other night I took an opportunity to steal my fiance's truck to go scout out the park we're using for our engagement photos. He didn't mind, he was underwater for a solid three hours or something. Practically went unmissed.
The park is pretty much entirely green. It's not much in the way of floral growth (as in none) so much as it's a valley surrounded by forests that have had trails put in. There is also a children's playground which is two-thirds wooden (rather than that cheap looking primary colored plastic stuff). The lake that serves as the focal point of the park, not just in scenery but in attraction as it is stocked for fishing, has had some algae growth. When I returned from scouting, I put my foot down that he will not be tossing me into the lake while I'm wearing silk. There was a small, but understanding, pout at this. I think he's disappointed too that the algae has taken over this summer. So I'm not the only one making an ick face.
I'm still trying to get over the fact that the shoot is in three days. I'm starting to get nervous. Also wondering if my photog is a curse on me. The first time we met at the bridal show I was recovering from the flu. Now, I'm recovering from a massive airline induced head cold. Dare I think what might happen before the wedding? Of course I'm joking...slightly. Okay, I'm trying to convince myself that it's an uncanny coincidence that he and I have only met under conditions that typically result in illness such as dead of winter and airtravel. Luckily, neither will be happening before the wedding. (Mental note: drive to Jersey for Kim's wedding the month before instead of fly)
So I just got a call from my garage that I will not be able to pick up my car until Monday or Tuesday. Well, they'll have to hold it until Tuesday because Monday's the engagement photos and my afternoon is booked solid between hair and make-up. But I'm seriously disappointed that I won't be able to have my car available for the engagement photos. I love my car! It's my baby! Clifford is my incredibly awesome Mini Coop, and is so ironically named because his big brother is a large red pick-up truck with cap. Jeff's Dakota does vaguely look like a 3x version of my car and we were hoping to get a couple of cute pictures of the two of us with our respective vehichles. Guess, he'll be stuck sharing his truck with me for a few days longer. It just frustrates me because it's my insurance companies fault for taking nearly a week in the first place to get an adjuster to even come look at the car all over a couple of paint and glass chips. *Shakes fist at road construction and injust insurance companies* I guess there's really nothing that can be done, but it still irks me. Granted, I'd already made the decision to drop my insurance before finding out that my car would need to stay even longer than first expected. I have no more digs to make at them that they'll care about for adding frustration for my lost opportunity.
I'm still trying to get over the fact that the shoot is in three days. I'm starting to get nervous. Also wondering if my photog is a curse on me. The first time we met at the bridal show I was recovering from the flu. Now, I'm recovering from a massive airline induced head cold. Dare I think what might happen before the wedding? Of course I'm joking...slightly. Okay, I'm trying to convince myself that it's an uncanny coincidence that he and I have only met under conditions that typically result in illness such as dead of winter and airtravel. Luckily, neither will be happening before the wedding. (Mental note: drive to Jersey for Kim's wedding the month before instead of fly)
So I just got a call from my garage that I will not be able to pick up my car until Monday or Tuesday. Well, they'll have to hold it until Tuesday because Monday's the engagement photos and my afternoon is booked solid between hair and make-up. But I'm seriously disappointed that I won't be able to have my car available for the engagement photos. I love my car! It's my baby! Clifford is my incredibly awesome Mini Coop, and is so ironically named because his big brother is a large red pick-up truck with cap. Jeff's Dakota does vaguely look like a 3x version of my car and we were hoping to get a couple of cute pictures of the two of us with our respective vehichles. Guess, he'll be stuck sharing his truck with me for a few days longer. It just frustrates me because it's my insurance companies fault for taking nearly a week in the first place to get an adjuster to even come look at the car all over a couple of paint and glass chips. *Shakes fist at road construction and injust insurance companies* I guess there's really nothing that can be done, but it still irks me. Granted, I'd already made the decision to drop my insurance before finding out that my car would need to stay even longer than first expected. I have no more digs to make at them that they'll care about for adding frustration for my lost opportunity.
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