Seriously, HOW attractive are the two boys in Supernatural?! They are by no means close to overtaking the number one allowed man on my list, Billie Joe from Green Day, but seriously, they're pretty damn close! Can you imagine if there were really two brothers you knew who looked like that?! I wouldn't know which one to drool over more!
You see, Da Boy and me both have an Allowed List each. And no, we did not steal the idea from Friends, ever since I was a teenager I've felt that there should be certain celebrities (you're not allowed real people you actually know on it) that if you ever got the chance for one night with then it was ok. In fact, maybe I should sue the Friends' writers for nicking my idea, if I could somehow come up with a way they might have been able to steal it!
The only problem with my Allowed List is that recently, according to Da Boy, mine has got too long. Worryingly long apparently, as in there are that many attractive boys on my list that the chances of me meeting at least one are becoming possibly possible.
So the fiance has introduced a new bit of legislation governing Allowed Lists - once you get to eight, you have to use the one in one out rule. So for anybody new I suddenly fancy the pants off that I want to add to the list, I have to remove one of the current boys. I have to admit, I wasn't overly impressed with this rule but have reluctantly agreed. Maybe 35 was a little bit excessive...
Especially as he only has about three on his!

Wedding dress shopping...

This weekend I'm heading to the wilds of the north with two of my closest friends, H and S, to spend an entire two days shopping for a wedding dress and, if possible, try and decide on some bridesmaid dresses too.
I did find the most beautiful dress last week at a shop in Manchester. It was nothing like the style I had in mind, but it fitted just beautifully and, although it sounds so cliche, I felt like a princess in it! And my sister is being a little smug about things, as she was the one who found it and suggested I try it on. Honestly, it was just stunning.
It was, however, more than a little bit expensive and way more than I wanted to spend, given the fact we're getting married abroad so I didn't see the point in spending too much on the dress.
Therefore, I've agreed with my lovely mother that we'd have a look at a few local shops around my hometown up north, just to see if there is anything else I fall in love with just as much - and that is cheaper! If not, mother has promised me that we can get the one from Manchester.
H is my chief bridesmaid and I have seven in total. It was originally going to be my sister, two cousins and Da Boy's cousin but then my mother informed me it was bad luck to have an even number of bridesmaids. So I was able to ask H, who I had wanted as one but was worried about having too many. Then, at our engagement party, my entire family fell in love with Da Boy's two littlest cousins, who are just the most wonderful kids. So I now have a total of seven! Whoops! So much for keeping things simple!
Oh well, I have the people I wanted most at my side when I get married, so that's all that matters really.
I have no doubt that dress-related updates will follow before long...

I've been a little bored of late so thought I'd set up a blog talking general rubbish which I doubt anybody will read, but hey, it's something to do.
I'm something of a groupie for my fiance's (I'll probably refer to him as Da Boy - it's a long and rather dull story but the nickname will do) band, so there will likely be a fair few posts about them and their quest for fame and fortune.
Da Boy and me are also due to get married in June next year, so doubtless there will be chat about all the usual stresses of a wedding. Having said that, we are getting married in Italy, so it hopefully won't be as stressful as for some of the brides-to-be I have known!
Who knows, I will also more than likely end up talking about total random stuff and ranting away about various things which have annoyed me too.
This is so much less effort than having to hand-write everything out in long hand too, like I used to do in my old diaries as a kid.