yesterday was a pre-wedding trifecta: gym, tanning and teeth whitening. i kind of felt like a lab rat going through all these wacky tests and experiments. eliptical machine! rowing machine! not super unlike running on a big wheel...? the teeth whitening is a bit goofy because you need to keep the trays in your mouth for fortyfive minutes. so, with all the madness of the last few days and the next three weeks...you tell me when i have a solid three-quarters of an hour to walk around with a chimp-face, not talking to anyone because my mouth is full of plastic and gel. look how smart i am.
the tanning part might be the worst though.
i love the results but actually going tanning - laying down in the bed and everything - is so creepy, i almost dont know where to begin. even with your eyes closed, you are so aware that youre in a seriously confined space...and fans are blowing everywhere, there is tons of noise...you wouldnt even hear if someone came in and stole all your stuff. the scariest part might be all the groaning and creaking the machine makes, though. i always feel like the lights are going to explode and ill be trapped in there, roasting like a leg of lamb. really gives me the heebie-jeebies. oh, how we suffer for our happiness.
anyway. trying to stay positive.
off to the gym. down to 60kg, so that is progress. progress that looks sassy in my new swimsuit, so - respect.
watching // x-men origins: wolverine - movie kicks BUTT!
listening // "green eyes" - coldplay ... johannes is singing it on our day
reading // "emma" - jane austen ... "martha stewarts wedding cakes"
torsdag, maj 28
søndag, maj 24
all i can do // is just pour some tea for two
tirsdags haiku.
from miss to mrs
means a white dress and new name
and changing cities
but the tricky part
is having to change your man
which takes like five years
ha! no kidding. double trouble on todays haiku. i crack myself up.
am im full wedding effect. yesterday i gymed, bought some supplies, made some lists and called some people. today will be more of the same and it rules. im making a cakeboard, very similar to the one shown at the top right in that picture. adds some height, makes things a bit more fancy. and it also helps with carrying the thing around. always a new project.
stopping by today to commit some pre-wedding promises to paper so that theres no slackassing on them:
- gyming every day until the wedding
- if i cant make it for some reason, i need to spent 40 solid minutes doing stuff at home
- lifting weights when i am watching tv (the arms are crucial!)
- only eating off small plates and out of little bowls (read thats a proven trick to eat less without even realizing it)
- nothing after 8pm
- lots of water
- cut down the sugar! and like no salt! (...which can hold about 8lbs of water in you, yick!)
- tanning/laying out at least 3 times a week so i am brown on the day
- think healthy thoughts!
alright. we will see how this goes.
pretty encouraged by the progress so far. poor john, though. have gotten into the habit of listing off what ive eaten throughout the day as we lay in bed at night (which helps deter snacking throughout the day, since i dread having to disclose). he is so sick of this crap. but whatever. we both want a hot momma walking down that aisle so why is he going to whine about it.
off to work on that board. have it good.
reb g, and the g is indeed for glitfeldt. "almost official" is still pretty official.
watching // arrested development
listening // emmylou harris - "in my dreams"
from miss to mrs
means a white dress and new name
and changing cities
but the tricky part
is having to change your man
which takes like five years
ha! no kidding. double trouble on todays haiku. i crack myself up.
am im full wedding effect. yesterday i gymed, bought some supplies, made some lists and called some people. today will be more of the same and it rules. im making a cakeboard, very similar to the one shown at the top right in that picture. adds some height, makes things a bit more fancy. and it also helps with carrying the thing around. always a new project.
stopping by today to commit some pre-wedding promises to paper so that theres no slackassing on them:
- gyming every day until the wedding
- if i cant make it for some reason, i need to spent 40 solid minutes doing stuff at home
- lifting weights when i am watching tv (the arms are crucial!)
- only eating off small plates and out of little bowls (read thats a proven trick to eat less without even realizing it)
- nothing after 8pm
- lots of water
- cut down the sugar! and like no salt! (...which can hold about 8lbs of water in you, yick!)
- tanning/laying out at least 3 times a week so i am brown on the day
- think healthy thoughts!
alright. we will see how this goes.
pretty encouraged by the progress so far. poor john, though. have gotten into the habit of listing off what ive eaten throughout the day as we lay in bed at night (which helps deter snacking throughout the day, since i dread having to disclose). he is so sick of this crap. but whatever. we both want a hot momma walking down that aisle so why is he going to whine about it.
off to work on that board. have it good.
reb g, and the g is indeed for glitfeldt. "almost official" is still pretty official.
watching // arrested development
listening // emmylou harris - "in my dreams"
fredag, maj 22
we can remember / love in the summer
a day where much was accomplished.
a cozy wakeup, a little tv and some breakfast, then headed downtown with john. some ass had stolen one of his bikes which sort of funked up the morning, but we pushed on. we went to the bridal shop where john has purchased his suit for our day. i wasnt wild about it until he tried it in a different color - this dark grey - and suddenly looking at him was like getting slapped with hotness. it is a tour de force of sexy. incredible. got him a shirt, vest and a tie to match. he will be so fancy in twentynine.
then we bought a gift for anne-marie and samuels wedding tomorrow. their apartment is going to be all designer. ralph lauren and royal copenhagen over det hele. i think i would be afraid to use my stuff if everything i owned was crazy expensive. maybe its just because im sure we will have three or four monkey babies climbing everywhere, hiding in cabinets and drooling on our stuff. i want nice things, but i want our place to feel lived in and cozy. i didnt register for any china or super fine stuff because...we have nowhere to put it...and i just dont see myself needing that stuff for a while. i dunno. fun to be on the walking street again, though. shops open, people everywhere, loads of little blonde babies in sun hats. this city is so special.
stopped in at a jeweler and found what might end up being johns wedding ring. ashamed that it has been delayed to this point but whatever. my guy is not one to push on the subject of male bling. its something he actively forgets to bring up. so now the wedding is a few weeks away. how embarrassing. but being in that store surrounded by all the different styles i had to appreciate my rings and silently congratulate myself on having the most beautiful set i have ever seen. not to offend the friends who have rings themselves. especially since i know none of them read this page. just saying.
on the way home, we saw johns bike - lock severed and all - leaning against a building one block from our place. wondering if thats where the jerk who took it lives? thought about doing some jennifer garner-inspired staking out to see if we could spot the culprit, but who has the time. all i will say is that karma is a beetch and bike theft will come around to bite you in the tush.
gotta run. mom-in-law sonja is on her way over and the place is trashed. wanted to stop by and drop off this song before cleaning and setting out some tea, though. thank me later.
reb g.
watching // alias
listening // empire of the sun - "we are the people"
a cozy wakeup, a little tv and some breakfast, then headed downtown with john. some ass had stolen one of his bikes which sort of funked up the morning, but we pushed on. we went to the bridal shop where john has purchased his suit for our day. i wasnt wild about it until he tried it in a different color - this dark grey - and suddenly looking at him was like getting slapped with hotness. it is a tour de force of sexy. incredible. got him a shirt, vest and a tie to match. he will be so fancy in twentynine.
then we bought a gift for anne-marie and samuels wedding tomorrow. their apartment is going to be all designer. ralph lauren and royal copenhagen over det hele. i think i would be afraid to use my stuff if everything i owned was crazy expensive. maybe its just because im sure we will have three or four monkey babies climbing everywhere, hiding in cabinets and drooling on our stuff. i want nice things, but i want our place to feel lived in and cozy. i didnt register for any china or super fine stuff because...we have nowhere to put it...and i just dont see myself needing that stuff for a while. i dunno. fun to be on the walking street again, though. shops open, people everywhere, loads of little blonde babies in sun hats. this city is so special.
stopped in at a jeweler and found what might end up being johns wedding ring. ashamed that it has been delayed to this point but whatever. my guy is not one to push on the subject of male bling. its something he actively forgets to bring up. so now the wedding is a few weeks away. how embarrassing. but being in that store surrounded by all the different styles i had to appreciate my rings and silently congratulate myself on having the most beautiful set i have ever seen. not to offend the friends who have rings themselves. especially since i know none of them read this page. just saying.
on the way home, we saw johns bike - lock severed and all - leaning against a building one block from our place. wondering if thats where the jerk who took it lives? thought about doing some jennifer garner-inspired staking out to see if we could spot the culprit, but who has the time. all i will say is that karma is a beetch and bike theft will come around to bite you in the tush.
gotta run. mom-in-law sonja is on her way over and the place is trashed. wanted to stop by and drop off this song before cleaning and setting out some tea, though. thank me later.
reb g.
watching // alias
listening // empire of the sun - "we are the people"
tirsdag, maj 19
tirsdags haiku // alias
watching lots of alias these days. heres a little link to one of my favorite alias jokes of all time, about 30 seconds in, back from when scrubs was good. anyway. in honor of those hours spent enjoying the glory days of sd-6 and alliance take-down, here is my tuesday haiku.
why is vaughn the one
whos always getting rescued
he is such a girl
it frustrates me endlessly. not as much as the danish tax system, but we are getting there. i get that its an action show but what is less sexy than a man who is always getting shot or kidnapped or infected, laying around and waiting for his woman to save him. i got season five as a gift for my birthday last year, but bought myself the first three seasons about a month ago because they are the only awesome ones. didnt even bother for season four. thats when ben affleck started dating jennifer garner and ruined everything by trying to keep his actor girlfriend away from her fictional fiance. so they seriously wrote him out of the show. what a time waster.
anyway. first two seasons are brilliant. minus vaughn being a baby.
in other news. wedding is super close. making some lists and spreadsheets. waiting to get paid. trying to stay motivated to go to the gym. regretting buying cookies yesterday. pretty much a normal week so far.
reb.
why is vaughn the one
whos always getting rescued
he is such a girl
it frustrates me endlessly. not as much as the danish tax system, but we are getting there. i get that its an action show but what is less sexy than a man who is always getting shot or kidnapped or infected, laying around and waiting for his woman to save him. i got season five as a gift for my birthday last year, but bought myself the first three seasons about a month ago because they are the only awesome ones. didnt even bother for season four. thats when ben affleck started dating jennifer garner and ruined everything by trying to keep his actor girlfriend away from her fictional fiance. so they seriously wrote him out of the show. what a time waster.
anyway. first two seasons are brilliant. minus vaughn being a baby.
in other news. wedding is super close. making some lists and spreadsheets. waiting to get paid. trying to stay motivated to go to the gym. regretting buying cookies yesterday. pretty much a normal week so far.
reb.
fredag, maj 15
leave the gun / take the cannoli
forlovelsesfest tonight.
i started to clean. i got bored. i watched some season finales. i cleaned a little more. i read for a bit outside. i showered. i put my hair in rollers. i baked brownies. i procrastinated. i am procrastinating now. after this ill get back to that cleaning. unless i find something better to do.
its been kind of a rough couple of days for me. john is working a lot and hes out of the house so im alone most of the day and honestly, i am not so disciplined when there is no one to supervise me. gymming slips. snacking increases. general sloth and gluttony take over and after a few days my butt looks way too similar to last years tragedy than this summers glowing wedding centerpiece. nast.
anyway. i will dance tonight and burn off those carbs from the sour cream chips i ate a few hours ago. ick.
heres a haiku for the weekend, in honor of the lost season finale. we wont get another piece of sawyer until january. eight dry months!
bye josh holloway.
sawyer is a total babe.
con me whenever.
that might be my best one yet.
i started to clean. i got bored. i watched some season finales. i cleaned a little more. i read for a bit outside. i showered. i put my hair in rollers. i baked brownies. i procrastinated. i am procrastinating now. after this ill get back to that cleaning. unless i find something better to do.
its been kind of a rough couple of days for me. john is working a lot and hes out of the house so im alone most of the day and honestly, i am not so disciplined when there is no one to supervise me. gymming slips. snacking increases. general sloth and gluttony take over and after a few days my butt looks way too similar to last years tragedy than this summers glowing wedding centerpiece. nast.
anyway. i will dance tonight and burn off those carbs from the sour cream chips i ate a few hours ago. ick.
heres a haiku for the weekend, in honor of the lost season finale. we wont get another piece of sawyer until january. eight dry months!
bye josh holloway.
sawyer is a total babe.
con me whenever.
that might be my best one yet.
tirsdag, maj 12
tirsdags haiku // failed attempt
sugar before bed
means im up at eleven
writing this haiku
// sorry. best i can do right now.
watching // godfather
listening // the choir of young believers
means im up at eleven
writing this haiku
// sorry. best i can do right now.
watching // godfather
listening // the choir of young believers
søndag, maj 10
selvtillykke
whoops, also forgot to mention that it's four years five months today for me and john.
and yesterday made ten months of being engaged. bam!
and yesterday made ten months of being engaged. bam!
meet me in the plaza near your casa
i am a stinky updater.
what to say about the last few weeks.
have been enjoying the warmer weather - getting some sun in the garden, listening to my Lost podcasts and reading my cookbooks, just enjoying 'having it good' in cph. there's never been a cozier time for me, truly.
the wedding is fortyone days away, if that can be believed. lots has been settled but there's still much more to do - food planning, some rental stuff, flowers. i feel like a silly girl these days because i really only think about the wedding, cakes and the gym. i've lost a few kilos and toned up a lot, but it's been serious work. at least an hour a day, six days a week. i am busting my firm and newly-contoured ash. worried that i won't be able to make my goal of looking...as close to bridal couture as possible (as in, a clothes hanger with boobs). we'll see. it's all about the arms. the arms are the key to the whole game. kind of like australia in 'risk'.
sidenote: i actually almost got that dress that i linked above. tried it on at niemans and everything. it was beautiful but enormous and super heavy. that is taffeta for you. the dress i got is by the same designer and has a similar (smaller) silhouette but a lace overlay on the top and the rest is organza and silk instead - here's a taste / and the back with the bustle. note the sorry state of the arms in those pictures. woof!
we're working on that.
looking forward to the honeymoon Bigtime, though. fifteen days in sunny key west, fl. so the wedding is saturday, june 20 - we'll fly to chicago the next morning at 10am, and arrive at 5pm (time zones, man), drop our stuff and spend the night in chicago, then fly to miami early on monday the 22nd, pick up our convertible and drive 5 luxurious hours down US Route 1 in the open sun with islands and oceans on either side. then it's just about hanging out, relaxing, snorkeling, kayaking, swimming, sunning and being together. it will be rad. we'll head back up to miami on wednesday, july 7th and stay in chicago with the fam until the 13th, when we're flying back to cph. really looking forward to the big party on the 11th, though - cannot wait to see everyone again!
i really just can't remember or imagine a happier time. everything is coziness personified. will there ever be a smilier, skinnier year in my life. who knows. anyway. these next few months are going to be incredible. not to face rub.
just saying :)
to conclude, things are running smoothly. hunting for jobs, trying to eat healthy, counting down to the big day, but for the most part just blissfully cohabitating on bogtrykkervej. can't complain.
reb.
watching // the curious case of benjamin button - tropic thunder - planet earth
listening // slaar skaar "inden du falder i søvn"
- - -
ps // whoops, i owe two haikus. i will do one in danish and that counts for both.
mave balle lår
gør ondt i hele kroppen
men tænk på badtøj!
means: "mave balle lår" is the name of the stomach/butt/thighs class every monday at the gym..."hurts all over the body"..."but think about your swimsuit". true words, my friends.
what to say about the last few weeks.
have been enjoying the warmer weather - getting some sun in the garden, listening to my Lost podcasts and reading my cookbooks, just enjoying 'having it good' in cph. there's never been a cozier time for me, truly.
the wedding is fortyone days away, if that can be believed. lots has been settled but there's still much more to do - food planning, some rental stuff, flowers. i feel like a silly girl these days because i really only think about the wedding, cakes and the gym. i've lost a few kilos and toned up a lot, but it's been serious work. at least an hour a day, six days a week. i am busting my firm and newly-contoured ash. worried that i won't be able to make my goal of looking...as close to bridal couture as possible (as in, a clothes hanger with boobs). we'll see. it's all about the arms. the arms are the key to the whole game. kind of like australia in 'risk'.
sidenote: i actually almost got that dress that i linked above. tried it on at niemans and everything. it was beautiful but enormous and super heavy. that is taffeta for you. the dress i got is by the same designer and has a similar (smaller) silhouette but a lace overlay on the top and the rest is organza and silk instead - here's a taste / and the back with the bustle. note the sorry state of the arms in those pictures. woof!
we're working on that.
looking forward to the honeymoon Bigtime, though. fifteen days in sunny key west, fl. so the wedding is saturday, june 20 - we'll fly to chicago the next morning at 10am, and arrive at 5pm (time zones, man), drop our stuff and spend the night in chicago, then fly to miami early on monday the 22nd, pick up our convertible and drive 5 luxurious hours down US Route 1 in the open sun with islands and oceans on either side. then it's just about hanging out, relaxing, snorkeling, kayaking, swimming, sunning and being together. it will be rad. we'll head back up to miami on wednesday, july 7th and stay in chicago with the fam until the 13th, when we're flying back to cph. really looking forward to the big party on the 11th, though - cannot wait to see everyone again!
i really just can't remember or imagine a happier time. everything is coziness personified. will there ever be a smilier, skinnier year in my life. who knows. anyway. these next few months are going to be incredible. not to face rub.
just saying :)
to conclude, things are running smoothly. hunting for jobs, trying to eat healthy, counting down to the big day, but for the most part just blissfully cohabitating on bogtrykkervej. can't complain.
reb.
watching // the curious case of benjamin button - tropic thunder - planet earth
listening // slaar skaar "inden du falder i søvn"
- - -
ps // whoops, i owe two haikus. i will do one in danish and that counts for both.
mave balle lår
gør ondt i hele kroppen
men tænk på badtøj!
means: "mave balle lår" is the name of the stomach/butt/thighs class every monday at the gym..."hurts all over the body"..."but think about your swimsuit". true words, my friends.
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