Hello, Old Friend.

IT LIVES.

 

In fact, it’s doing quite well.

I’m not sure what this block editor is all about, but hey, it’s been almost two years between posts, so why not try it out?

I’m stopping by because I have a lot on my mind lately and needed to write something down:

  • We bought a house and finally get keys today after a sixty-day rent-back period by the sellers.
  • It’s gray and rainy out.
  • Weightlifting is still fun but I need to do more cardio for my hEaRt HeALtH
  • What kind of snacks do brides pack on their wedding day? (We’re engaged and getting married in April, and there’s just a lot that I don’t know about throwing a wedding.)

Today, I’m mostly wondering about snacks. I guess I should think about bringing along some Epic Bars and Hi-Chews, some sparkling water, maybe some Cheez-Its.

Either way, I bought a tote bag that says “Bride” on it, so of course my inclination is to fill it with snacks. More to come…

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The Art of Going to Weddings With Friends

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I spent the last two Saturdays celebrating love. I did so with some of my best friends from different circles and walks of life. Both weddings would have been less fun for me if I had gone with a new romantic partner. There was, first of all, no pressure. There was no pressure in having friends judge either one of us. There was no pressure of expectations. No pressure to hang around and make sure my date wasn’t totally appalled by the craziness of my friends.

No, instead, there were semi-choreographed dances. Lots of semi-choreographed dances. There were great conversations. There were moments to reconnect.

And that, folks, is how you do wedding season #bestsummerever style.

That’s all for tonight.

Dec. 9th

Prompt: Party. What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010? Describe the people, music, food, drink, clothes, shenanigans.

I went to a ton of weddings this year. I can tell you that T’s wedding, all-around, was full of shenanigans (mini bottles!) and good food (pulled pork sandwiches). It had great people, as well. Vballer’s wedding in August had an amazing dance party, as well– I even reused Fiction & Sanity’s bridesmaid dress and rocked it with my… diva heels. And the wedding I attended with Super Ninja was by far the best time I’ve had as a “plus one” to a wedding. There was free wine, swing dancing, delicious cod, and lots of fun– when I remember “us,” I want to remember that.

So yeah, the weddings– all six of them– were amazing. I know I only highlighted three, but trust me, they were all great.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pretty up so I can go celebrate the end of my first term of grad school

ACK!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!

I’m a bit swamped this week. I’m trying to get all my reading and assignments done for next week really quickly. I’ll be in Seattle for a wedding all weekend, and I’d really like to not spend my time on homework when I could be getting some quality “me” and friend time.

Expect sporadic entries all week.

Also, I’m thinking of doing a two-week graduate study abroad course in Rome during this coming July. Details to come.

We All Married the Wrong Person (via Marriage Gems)

An interesting read for all, whether married or still on the search for “the one.” Again, it gives some good perspectives and echoes some feelings I have about relationships in this day and age. (One of those sentiments being that communication and determination play a huge part in making relationships not only work, but last.)

We All Married the Wrong Person Couples in crisis often reach the point where they decide they are just two poorly matched people. This precedes the decision to leave the relationship and go in search of that “right person.” Unfortunately, the odds of a successful marriage go down for each attempt at a new marriage. Psychiatrist and author of The Secrets of Happily Married Men and The Secrets of Happily Married Women and The Secrets of Happy Families, Scott Haltzman, MD, says i … Read More

via Marriage Gems

California, Here I Come.

If you’re seeing this post, it means I did not have time to compose a longer entry for Wednesday. However, by this time, I should be basking in the SoCal sun (actually, the forecast says it’s only going to be warm, not hot).

On Thursday, July 22nd, one of my best friends will become Mrs. Hofeldt for real. I am very excited for the event (and my new outfit I picked out).

If I remember correctly, Mrs. Hofeldt uses this line in her Facebook profile: “Happiness is what happens when all your dreams come true.” – Wicked

And her relationship with her husband-to-be is nothing short of a dream come true.

Congratulations!

Wedding Blitz 2010

I make this look good.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride...

Thank goodness there’s no way I’m getting married this summer… unless I somehow find myself confused, amorous, and in Las Vegas. There is so much going on between all my friends’ weddings that I am teetering on the edge of mixing up which event belongs to which wedding.

As it stands, I’m dateless for all of the weddings. It wasn’t an issue at T’s wedding, since I was part of the bridal party. At Mrs. Hofeldt’s wedding, TUBFE is attending sans-male counterparts, so that’s also not a problem. I still have an open “plus one” for the last wedding, which I would have offered to the Super Ninja, but he already has duties as a bridal attendant for a different wedding. (On that note, there are so many weddings happening that weekend. It’s like an international holiday, I swear.) I suppose here is where I should say, “Guy friends, vie for my attention and tell me why you would make an excellent date to a formal wedding.”

Speaking of guys, I’m always amused by the customary social separation of “the men” and “the ladies” during wedding festivities. I understand the basis and tradition behind it. But as a young lady, it would be a big, fat lie to say I have never thought about how I would deal with my own festivities because of my posse of male friends.

It turns out, though, it’s not really an issue. With the advent of co-ed bridal parties, “couple’s showers,” and other related goodness, the traditional gender barrier won’t be a hurdle for me. My ladies are all aware that they may very well have to fight some male friends for the Maid of Honor/Man of Honor position someday in the far-off future.

More importantly, the fellas are still going to have to fight over who the Real Best Man will be, a.k.a. The Groom. First thing’s first, right?

For now, I’ll focus on packing for my California adventure in which Mrs. Hofeldt will actually attain the status necessary to change her last name.