Good Morning ladies!
Kiko -
Cottage - I'm currently stuck in a teeny tiny apartment with a microscopic kitchen. Since the living room area was larger, I put my antique butcher block out there close to the kitchen and made an extension. It's so nice to be able to chop what I need to on it, and be involved in whatever is happening in the living room...on that note, I would HATE it if all of my countertops were butcherblock. My mom is putting blue corian ones in her log cabin kitchen along with stone floor and that heating that comes up from the floor. SOOO jealous.
Ruth - Your St. Patty's day sounds lovely. I married into the Irish (and my English granddad is rolling in his grave for it I'm sure!), but I still can't do corned beef and cabbage. I'm going to give out small gold chocolate coins to all of my tables tonight and tomorrow instead of dinner mints. Then I'm coming straight home after one drink with the girls....Promise!
Oh, and I definitely want to see before and after pics of this kitchen!
Fishbulb - Have you read "You On a Diet"? That may help the way you see food. It's not something you have to battle! Hop back on P1 and enjoy feeling good again.
Me - 25 Minutes til Art History and I'm in the library. It's the rare book room, where everything is supposed to be silent, but some kid has electric guitar music coming from his laptop. It's quiet....but not silent! ARG!
Anyway, I'm enjoying my skim SF hazelnut latte this morning, or at least doing my best by it. I just got an e-mail from one of the bridesmaids that is supposed to be doing the shower with Megan and I. She was put in charge of games and decorations and every time we try to get information out of her it seems like a burden. Finally this morning she e-mails us, tells us that she has bought blue, orange, yellow, and green decorations and is debating on palm trees!!!!

ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!? Meg and I imagine blues, pinks, whites, pretty bridal colors.
So I'm at the point where I'm going to go, cook, clean, and take a bow. I just don't know how to deal with this girl. There is no maid of honor, as we were all "stripped of our titles", whatever that means. It wouldn't be too bad if the four of (3 bridesmaids and bride) hadn't been friends since 6th grade. The last two years we've fallen out as people have moved away, but Meg and I remain close. This other bm acts like she can't stand us now and we don't get why! Why do women have to be so catty? grrr....any advice ladies? Grin and bear it, stupid and cheerful, I know, I'm just not the type who can fake it easily.