Picture it: Dinner at nearby chain restaurant (I freaking hate chain restaurants, but we were unable to agree on an acceptable location).

Him: You look cute today

Me: Thanks! This is my new pencil skirt from J.Crew and I LOVE IT.

Him: Aren’t you worried that you’re getting close to being too old to shop at J.Crew.

Me: Blank Stare, and perhaps some tears.

Remind me to tell him about Lauren Hutton.

There’s really no way to write this without sounding like a selfish bitch. So, I’ll just admit it now: I’m a selfish bitch.

I mentioned yesterday that I had a Bachelorette Party to go to, and I went and had a lovely time. My girlfriends are fantastic and I’m so lucky to have them in my life. I’m also thrilled that my friend has found someone to share her life with. He’s a fantastic guy and they are wonderful together.

But, throughout the course of the night, there was a tiny voice in my head that said, “This should be you. You should be the one getting married.” We played a little Bride and Groom trivia game at the party and one of the questions was related to the length of time the couple has been dating. And, guess what? They’ve been dating for 2 months less than Bill and I. Another friend at the party is also engaged. Same story. The big fat baby inside of me is screaming, “But it’s not FAIR!”

I’ll say this: I have a fantastic relationship with my boyfriend. We do not fight. We’ve not “taken breaks” (what the hell? if you need a break, maybe you shouldn’t be together). Anyway, I’m pleased with the pace we’re moving at and I’m not in any rush to get married, but every so often, this tiny voice gets to me.

I often tell people just how FANTASTIC it is to live alone. I can put my pajamas on the second I get home from work. I can eat popcorn for dinner. I can sleep in the middle of the bed. I can watch E! all day long (but, let’s be honest, my boyfriend enjoys the same crap tv shows as I do, so he’s often watching right along with me). But, just as soon as I’m done singing the praises of living alone, someone will ask, “So, when are you two getting married?”

I’ll just answer that right now, so that I can refer people to this blog post. It’s really none of your business. So, stop asking. You’ll know when we’re getting married when I call/text/email you to tell you we’re engaged. Harsh? Maybe, but I have certain friends who are just curious, and I have certain friends who are passive aggressively asking me something that they know will bother me. I kind of look at is as rubbing it in that I’m not.

I don’t really know what I’m getting at here. Other than, I’m jealous that I’m not engaged. It’s my turn.

• First things first, have you entered to win a $100 Visa Gift Card from SmartFood? Head over to my review blog to enter.
• The past couple of weeks have been really, really ridiculously busy.
• This weekend, I am EXTRA THRILLED as the boy is out of town and I have most of the weekend to myself.
• On the agenda (subject to change): Pedicure, Gossip Girl, JCrew.com, Pink Wine, Real Housewives of New Jersey, cheese and bread, etc.
• The only things I absolutely HAVE to do this weekend are: Eye Doctor (which maybe I should think about getting dressed for), Bachelorette Party, and get 2 workouts in.
• Speaking of this bachelorette party, I’m stumped on a gift. This is her 2nd marriage, she didn’t register and this supposedly is a combined bridal shower/bachelorette party. I’m inclined to say screw it and just bring a card, but I don’t want to look like a cheap jackass.
• Guess where I went yesterday? Crater Lake, that’s where.
• I’d not been to Crater Lake since I was about 12, and I was WAY more impressed this time.
• My last visit was with my Great Aunt & Uncle and my cousin Lisa and I remember really wanting to get back into the RV to read my book.
• Anyway, Crater Lake was awesome. You should go look at my photos, and then you should go to Crater Lake.
• And, oh look… it’s time for my eye appointment.
• Have a great weekend, darlings!

I’m sure you all know, because it’s marked on your calendars, that the boy and I recently celebrated our 1st anniversary. We had a lovely weekend in Oregon’s wine country where we tasted lots of wine, ate awesome food, and where I got a very bad tummy ache.

We stopped at Torii Mor where we tasted a few pinots as well as an amazing port. We also stopped at my very favorite winery, Sokol Blosser, where we were told that my beloved Rose of Pinot Noir is running out. I bought two bottles, but really feel like I should go buy more. Running out would be a travesty.

Do you know that I love tapas more than anything in this world? Well I do. And, we found this fantastic place for tapas. I’ve not stopped thinking about the tiny crab stuffed piquillo pepper. After lunch there was a beer on the rooftop of our hotel, then this lovely little blue box was presented to me. *SIGH* My boyfriend fared well, too, as I gave him a gift card for the new iPhone.

Aside: this gift was a huge mistake as I’ve not stopped hearing about how far superior his iPhone will be to mine. In fact, last night, he told me that his knee hurt, but that would probably all be cured come Friday when he picks up his new phone. And, when I ask him what applications he is going to download, he tells me, “All of them.” I’ve created a monster.

Anyway, we finished our evening with a lovely meal at Nick’s Italian Cafe (which, if you’re keeping track is where we celebrated my 30th Birthday). The boy ordered ostrich. I was not feeling as adventurous.  I’m actually sad that I didn’t get to enjoy more of my dinner, but I forgot to pack the RhiRhi Upset Tummy Remedy which includes (1) Tums Quick Pak and (1) GasX Thin Strip. But, my boy was sweet and brought me ginger ale from the hotel bar after dinner.

And, that was my anniversary weekend. I’ve left out the part where we got halfway home and then received a call from the hotel saying that someone left their iPod in the room. Hint: the iPod in question is NOT pink, and I think you know what color my iPod is.

In other news, I have a review up for SmartFood and a chance for you to win a $100 Visa Gift Card. So, go read that.

Today, I am going rafting FOR WORK. And, I woke up in a terrible mood. So, rather than share my bad mood with my colleagues, I’m sharing it with you lovely people. YOU’RE WELCOME.

• On summer mornings, I love opening my patio door to let fresh air in and to let Gelsey frolic wtih the birds. That was until some chain smoking asshole moved in upstairs who was already up and smoking a cigarrette at 5:41 this morning.
• I no longer want to play peek-a-boo with your kid at restaurants. It is fun for 25 seconds, but after that, it is up to you to tell your kid to let the disgruntled lady drink her damn beer in peace.
• On Sunday, I had my best run ever. Tiger Woods came on my iPod (with Nike+) at the end and congratulated me for burning so many calories. Then, when I came home to sync my run? It disappeared. This is very, very unfortunate as I’m trying to beat my boyfriend to 50 miles. So, I shall state for the record: On Sunday June 7, I ran 2.55 miles at a pace of 11:15 minutes per mile. I burned 286 calories and Tiger Woods is proud of me.
• Why is Heidi Montag’s sister famous? WAIT. WHY IS HEIDI MONTAG FAMOUS? If I see the commercial with her saying, “The devil got to us…” once more, I fear I may throw my remote control.
• Having the same name as me is not reason enough for me to follow you on Twitter.

Okay. I feel better.