Good Times and Noodle Salad

Tomorrow my sister, Janet, arrives from Texas. I'm very excited. I'm driving to Missoula today (should be doing that now instead of this) so that I only have to drive 3 1/2 hours to pick her up in Spokane, Wa.

She requested a visit to that bar with the swing, The Lumberjack. They have live music on Friday and Saturday so it will be tons of fun. We will visit on Friday night. Saturday we are going to the farmer's markets in downtown Missoula then on to Philipsburg for some sapphire mining at Gem Mountain. Followed by a night at the Philipsburg Opera House.

Sunday we are off to the derby. The demolition derby that is. No, we are not participating. We are going to watch a friend, Todd, and his son participate in the Western Montana Fair Demolition Derby. This should be exciting. After a lazy day floating the Black Foot river, I think we will not some hot dusty crash 'em up excitement.

Monday and Tuesday we will prowl around the mountain sides and visit Hamilton and Darby with a trip over the Skalkho pass down to Anaconda for antiquing and ladies lunch.

Wednesday we head back to Spokane. We're lodging at The Hotel Ruby, because Janet's flight is at the crack of down on Thursday. She doesn't know it, but I'll be returning to the hotel and sleep some more after I drop her off. While in Spokane I think we will try out one of two places that piqued my interest either the Catacombs Pub or Anthony's Home Port at Spokane Falls. Maybe we will do both. I've heard there is shopping and some cultural stuff there too.

It's going to be GRRREAT. I'll post next week with some photos of our journey. I wish you all could come up and visit. You need to sometime soon!

It's Not About Me

I realize my last post may have sounded a bit narcissistic.  I am 100% excited about Jess's wedding and completely honored to be the maid of honor.  I'm just embarrassed about my size, and I don't want to ruin the photos and stuff by appearing as Fat Frumpy Girl.  So no, it's not about me, all about Jess and Bryan.

I can't wait to see how beautiful she looks in her dress.  I know she has worked very hard to coordinate the wedding and make sure everything goes off without a hitch.  I am particularly excited about the reception where I plan on doing the Macarena and the Chicken dance.  Just Kidding.

The Pressure of Pretty

I've been searching for a dress to wear to Jessica's wedding. It wasn't until the bachelorette party that I realized I need to stop searching and actually purchase a dress. Like a lot of brides maids, I made the fatal error of intending to lose weight, but not actually doing it. I had book marked all these fabulous dresses that the thinner me would wear. Last week in my state of panic, I purchased a dress that was brown and boring. I think it was an outward expression of my inner uncomfortableness.The few times I went to try on dresses was so disappointing I developed an aversion to brides maid dresses. All week long I cringed when I thought of the dress. Not that it isn't a nice dress, but it is NOT nice enough form my best friend's wedding. When I thought of finding another dress I would start to sweat.

I had to build my self up and deal with the voluptuous situation I've found myself in. I found the dress and it's beautiful.