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We were married last weekend, surrounded by our loved ones in the mountains. My sister was our officiant and we wrote our own vows. I was unsure if I was speaking loud enough until I publicly thanked Mike for proving my fears of becoming a crazy old cat lady wrong and everyone erupted in laughter.
The day was over in a flash! Friends had warned us that would happen. I couldn’t believe how perfectly the day went. I was so calm I even surprised myself! I didn’t even panic when the boning in my brand new bustier broke through and popped out the top because our friend Vivi was there to perform emergency costuming surgery. She is a GODDESS! She was instantly superglueing and sewing. Vivi is a LIFESAVER.
Mike and I both did a little bit of writing after the ceremony to see how we both remembered it. From the moment they told me to come downstairs for the ceremony it felt like I was flying. It was almost like being on an amusement park ride…I just glided from one moment to the next. I was so happy and grateful to be married in such a beautiful ceremony.
We have both started remembering little bits and pieces as we see photographs. Details that were lost in the rush of the day. I cannot wait to see our professional wedding photos…so far we have photos from friends and they all look INCREDIBLE. I’m sure the wedding photographer will blow our minds.
Here are a few of my favorite photographs from the day, so far.
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Two years ago today I was living in the bay area and visiting my family in Utah. My parents had just moved into a new home and the express purpose of my visit was to see if I could handle moving to Utah and living with them so I could return to school. Quite a few of my friends thought I was crazy to move to Utah – especially to live with my parents. But I had reached a place with my job where I was tremendously unhappy didn’t give two shits about my work. Everyday was a challenge to get up and go to that job. I had worked long enough in that industry that I made a decent salary, which kept me there for 6 years, until I realized I just couldn’t take it anymore. Working in a job I loathed was sofa king unhealthy. It probably had a large affect my back problems and surgery from the year before.
Sure I could have taken classes while working (which I did) but it never got me anywhere. The thought of starting over and being able to attend school full time was the first thing that got me thinking about Utah. During my 2007 Memorial Day visit it was my little niece who stole my heart and sealed my decision to move. I have four other nieces but had never lived near any of them. Seeing how adorable my little eight-month-old niece was and realizing how much of an impact I could have on her life by being a regular part of it persuaded me to move.
I also didn’t want to one day regret not spending time with my parents while they are still around. I had a conversation with one of my uncles about how much he regrets not spending time with his parents when they lived in the same town because he was too busy working. I don’t want that to be me.
Even though I gripe about the liquor laws and fry sauce, I am glad that I made the move. I love seeing my niece and sister. We have a much closer relationship than ever before, I see my parents enough that they drive me crazy (sometimes), and I have met many fabulous new friends.
The biggest change, one that I wouldn’t have believed even if someone had told me, was meeting Mike. I have never felt as happy and secure in a relationship as I do with Mike. Certain things make sense that didn’t before and I am so happy to have clicked on (hello internet dating!) my true partner. He understands so much of the Mormon bullshit I grew up with because he is a non-Mormon raised in SLC. Plus he’s sensitive, hilarious, has an equally twisted sense of humor, and he’s a total hunk! I am thrilled for the next 46 days to fly by so we can be husband and wife.
Categories:All About Pants, Engagement, happy happy joy joy, my dysfunctional family is better than yours, SLC FINALLY Owns!, wedding
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Mike and I have been planning our wedding for about the past month now. Come to think of it, we’ve been planning our wedding since we first met. Everything with him has been so different and wedding talk started naturally, pretty early on. My sister is going to marry us at his cabin in the nearby mountains, surrounded by our families.
The planning has been exciting, though a bit stressful because we are taking care of everything ourselves. So far we have our invitations ordered, quirky wedding cake toppers (vintage salt and pepper shakers!), photographer, and wedding dress. We had talked about doing wedding bands because the whole engagement ring thing just seemed a little over the top and what’s really important here is that we’re together. Putting off getting married to purchase what some politically unstable industry tells us we should spend on our love just seemed, well, retarded.
Yesterday we walked to the park where six months earlier we had our first date. Mike took a knee, pulled out a ring and did the old fashioned proposal. I think I scared him because my initial reaction was, “CRAZY BEANS! I love you!” before saying “Yes!” I wasn’t expecting anything and was so surprised and happy. The ring is yellow gold with an aquamarine in the center and diamonds on the side and it’s just fucking perfect. It really suits me. Making it even more sentimental: the ring was his mother’s. Nothing to let you know you’re really in with your future MIL like an engagement ring!
Here is a picture of the slide at the park six months ago.
This is what the slide looked like yesterday. HA HA.
Categories:barfing rainbows, Engagement, happy happy joy joy, Mike = FTW
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1. I HATE it when crumbs stick to my feet.
2. How the hell does this household not have a broom?
3. I am going to cut myself if I forget to buy a broom the next time I leave this house.
4. It looks like an obsessive compulsive disorder spider monkey cleaned the fuck out of my kitchen.
5. It looks like that OCD spider monkey’s slow brother organized this kitchen. Uh-duuuuh.
6. Well, it used to look like that slow monkey organized this kitchen.
7. Of course I’d rather be cleaning and organizing shit instead of sleeping at 5:00AM.
8. How do black skid marks get in the middle of the refrigerator door?
9. I am no longer have fear in my heart when I look at the microwave.
10. Clorox Wipes are my friend.
11. Cactus shaped margarita glasses are ugly as FUCK.
12. I threw away more than 20 random, dirty, mismatched pieces of Tupperware that belonged to the old FILTHY roommate.
13. When my boyfriend woke up he said, “You are like a cleaning ninja!”
14. When our roommate woke up he said, “SERIOUSLY, who cleans BEHIND the microwave?!”
15. I’m ready to make guacamole and black bean salsa for the Super Bowl…just as soon as I clean up after whatever the roommate left in his breakfast wake.
Categories:All About Pants, fresh as a daisy, happy happy joy joy, I miss sleeping, list
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Tonight my guy chose a movie for us to watch while I was out of the room. When I returned, the movie was streaming.
“What movie are we watching?”
“There are Libyans in it.”
“Libyans? Is it Back to the Future?!”
I was right, it was Back to the Future. When we told our roommate he declared we are developing a hive mind. (Agreed!)
Categories:All About Pants, barfing rainbows, happy happy joy joy, puking rainbows
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Normally I like short weeks because, well, they’re short! But this week has been total hell. Three days of work and school felt like three hundred days. Luckily, things are looking up!
My meltdown began with this post, where I alluded to a whole bunch of bullshit…I am happy to report that the bullshit has worked its way out. A completely ridiculous situation with my bank has been fixed! Financial aid is ALMOST here!
Today I received a package in the mail. Who doesn’t like receiving fun, unexpected packages; especially when they don’t involve bills?! Sarah’s dog, Daisy the wonder pug, read my sad post about my inability to eat my feelings macaroni and cheese. Daisy sent me this super fucking fabulous spread of mac n’ cheese with an adorable little card.
“My mom says you are sad. Whenever I’m sad I eat and so should you. I miss your cuddle nest. We love you!
<3 Daisy”
Thanks for making my day, Daisy! My cuddle nest misses you too.
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My sister and I are making August boot camp for granolas. We’ve committed to hiking four times per week and at the end of four weeks we will tackle a 15 mile hike! I am beyond excited about our collaborative health kick; it’s just what I needed. In addition to our hiking, I’m maintaining my regular cardio and weight routine.
After just one week I feel so much stronger! And I’m wearing a pair of jeans that haven’t graced my ass for quite some time. Granted, they’re damn bootylicious, but what’s a little cushion for the pushin’? (Not that I’d know, because I’m rocking Club Celibacy HELLA hard, yo. It just sounded like the right thing to say.)
The one thing that baffles me is the mountain biker uniform. Is there some sort of law requiring them to have shaved heads and big-ass goatees? Yesterday, we saw like eleventy-hundred of them. I’m not even exaggerating! We were surrounded by baldies with ginormous facial hair, running us off the trail. Not that I’m surprised a state that drives like utter and complete assholes (how Christian of them!) have bad manners on bikes; but how hard is it to say, “On your left?” instead of running over two girls with kid in tow? Seriously though, can anyone make sense of their uniform? Because I’m baffled.
Categories:big ol' butt, Club Celibacy, happy happy joy joy, love my sister, my milkshake brings all the hobos to the yard, Utahrds
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Last night my mother made pie for dessert. For three people. I commented that we didn’t have dessert very often when I was a child, which opened the flood gates of denial and weirdness. Mom bossed me around for a few minutes and told me that we had dessert ALL THE TIME when I was a kid. I don’t know why this even matters, but it does. Maybe because I’m trying not to become a lard ass, but we only ate dessert on special occasions.
Insisting that my childhood was AS IT WAS, prompted my mother to harrumph, “I’m SO sorry you had such a deprived childhood.” At this point my dad and I rolled our eyes as she continued to name all of our old neighbors, who she was going to email to prove how wrong I was about dessert. Um, yeah, because all those people who were casual acquaintances, made only because of geographical ease? They will know exactly what happened in our house. For fucks sake! Half of our family doesn’t even know what happened inside of our house. Because we thrive on secrecy, denial and repression. Just like all families. Right?
I still can’t believe this all started because of pie. PIE!
The whole pie argument was very much like talking to my paternal grandmother, who remembers all six of her sons as total and complete angels. They never cried, fussed, snuck out of the house, were rebellious or acted in any sort of unbecoming manner. Especially not the drug addict or the sociopath. ANGELS! ALL OF THEM!
All this freaks me out because I don’t relish joining the land of dementia. Sure I like rainbows, unicorns and blue skies with white puffy clouds…but I also like reality. I like knowing that life is fucked up and hard sometimes. I like having conversations of substance, even thought they aren’t always pretty, and not just a forty-five minute description of a bloody Sunday drive.
I am totally not regretting my decision to live with my parents; neither are my future therapists or the voices in my head.
Categories:fucking paradise, happy happy joy joy, mid-thirties teenage angst, my dysfunctional family is better than yours, obviously crazy to leave the bay area
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I traveled back in time on Saturday night to 1995! All with the help of Jägermeister AND Goldschläger.
It all started with “real” (alcohol percentage) beer from California which I alternated with “water”…also known as light beer. Then came the sip of Jager from someone’s Carl’s Jr. cup, no ice. That is some hardcore shit, yo! But that was just a sip. Then there were the Goldschlager shots. I can testify to the cinnamon-y goodness being a wee bit over powering. But Diet Mountain Dew seemed to really help that issue. Yes, I just admitted to shooting Goldschläger and Diet Mountain Dew. God bless Utah and their inaccessibility of booze that make booze so appealing!
We played Apples to Apples which is now my favorite new game OF EVER. I laughed so hard I almost wet my pants on their living room floor.
My favorite quote of the night was when Chris yelled, “Somebody get in here and give me a sponge bath!” It is impossible not to love that. IMPOSSIBLE!
I was pretty pissed off at myself when I realized I had forgotten my camera. Luckily, Aimee brought hers, and I took about a million pictures with it. I’m sure the photos all really super awesome because my photographic abilities increase exponentially when I start taking shots. It’s too bad we weren’t able to get photographic evidence of the party that their next door neighbors were having. It was like mariachi band meets rave meets house party. It was SO LOUD! And big! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a house party that big. And I used to live in Oakland, so I’ve seen some shit. Frankly, the loud ass party made me miss California. It was damn fun to watch and listen from Sue’s back patio.
Weekends like that make my many weekends of hermit-dom worth it. Who needs a boyfriend when I have such an incredibly hilarious adoptive family? Seriously love them stupid.
Categories:barfing rainbows, friends, happy happy joy joy, holy rad, Uncategorized
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Apples are yummy.
The best stories begin with, “So I was home-schooled….”
There is such a thing as “UNO School”.
True to form, I had a total potty mouth.
Case in point: “The curtains BEHIND the curtains.”
Drank REAL beer from the liquor store.
So much better than low alcohol percentage crap!
The way I eat Go-GURT® grosses Suzanne out.
Nish told me I had the cleanest feet of anyone he’s ever seen camping.
The next day he said the same thing about my hands.
Baby wipes are a camping essential.
I should have made more Rice Krispies Treats®.
Suzanne says my honey bucket is safe with her.
I didn’t wear a watch or have my phone all weekend.
Hobo dinner rules.
Gail sleeps A LOT.
Wendy let me grab her boobs.
OK, I may have just grabbed her boobs.
Jon’s dog, Cousin, is fucking adorable.
I think Cousin might be psychic.
He attacked the $1 flamingo windsock camp mascot I bought when everyone was discussing how we should destroy it.
Categories:camping, happy happy joy joy, list
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