Thursday, July 30, 2009
A Red Hot Bride
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Those are strings, Pinocchio
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Love, Hollywood Style
Friday, July 24, 2009
Best. Wedding. Ever.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Finger Lickin' Good
Monday, July 20, 2009
I wanna put on my-my-my-my-my boogie shoes
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Adventures in Man Jewelry: Episode II
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Are You Afraid of the Dark?
Does anyone else remember that show from the original Snick line-up on Nickelodeon, alongside "Clarissa Explains it All" and "Roundhouse"? Just thinking about those shows makes me feel old.
Anyway, to answer the show's titular question, yes, embarrassingly enough, I'm afraid of the dark. (In fact, I'm kind of a scaredy cat in general as you know if you read my fear of flying post.)
I haven't always been though. There were a few years when I lived by myself and didn't get scared at all after the sun went down. But after spending the last couple of years shacking up with The Backyard Groom, I get a little apprehensive whenever I'm alone overnight in our apartment. Luckily for me, his job doesn't require a lot of travel, but every so often he does have to go out of town.
So what has changed to spark the fear? Absolutely nothing. I guess I just got used to having someone else around at night, and now when I'm alone, the apartment feels so empty. (Especially now that my cat is no longer here.) It's all just another example of how different life is when you reach this stage of permanent coupledom versus when you were a singleton.
But there's a flip side to having the apartment to myself, and that's what I try to focus on whenever the nighttime nerves nag. When The Backyard Groom is gone, I'm free to engage in my secret single behavior, a phrase coined by none other than Ms. Carrie Bradshaw (who has contributed so much to the cultural lexicon that we should be forever in her debt). Carrie's SSB was eating saltines while standing up in the kitchen reading fashion magazines. Mine is eating cereal for dinner and rewatching cheesy chick flicks in my sweats.
What's your secret single behavior? And do you get scared at night when your Mr. is gone?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Let's Get Physical
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Adventures in Man Jewelry: Episode I
One of the many things that The Backyard Groom and I have really lucked out on financially has been our rings. As I posted before, the diamond in my engagement ring was from my mom's engagement ring, which she generously gave to us, and my wedding band belonged to The Backyard Groom's late grandmother, so I got it for the bargain basement price of free.
Now that both my rings have been taken care of, we've begun to look for one for The Backyard Groom, who I'm pretty sure has never worn any kind of jewelry in his entire life. I've never been a big fan of man jewelry aside from wedding rings and possibly class rings, and he feels the same. So where do we turn for this all-important purchase? Amazon, of course!
Actually, The Backyard Groom got his finger sized when I stopped by a jewelry store to get my engagement ring cleaned, but he never tried any rings. Armed with his size and some advice from a friend that novice male ring wearers should stick to "comfort fit" styles, we started browsing online. We both liked titanium for its look, durability and ridiculously cheap price. He narrowed down his choices to three, and since the most expensive checked in at $54.99, we decided to order all three and return the ones he doesn't like.
Here are the three he chose:
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Facebook Face-off
In case anyone out there is still following this blog, I'm back, and I'll just give a brief explanation of my absence. The day after my last post, The Backyard Groom and I found out during a midnight trip to the emergency vet clinic that our cat had cancer. Nine days later, she died. I'm absolutely heartbroken, and I miss her every minute.
I haven't felt much like wedding planning or blogging since, but a recent Facebook notification has inspired a bit of a rant. Let me start off by saying that I'm not big on Facebook, especially now that I'm planning a small wedding. Sure, like everyone else, I have "reconnected" (I put that in quotes because in most cases the reconnection is purely virtual and devoid of actual interaction) with many old friends and acquaintances. But as a particularly private person (hence the anonymous blogging), I don't list many of my personal details or give status updates or anything of the sort. My profile is pretty bare aside from the requisite photo, work/school info, email address and relationship status. That last one? Therein lies the rub.
As soon as I changed my status from "in a relationship" to "engaged", people I haven't spoken to (virtually or otherwise) in years offered their congratulations (nice!) and demanded an invite (not so nice!). The guest list has already given me some guilt because we've limited it to our 20 nearest and dearest, but these Facebook invite requests are throwing me off my game. Even on Facebook, some level of etiquette still applies, right? And yet people have hunted me down and hounded me about letting them know the date ASAP.
On the flip side, I've seen dozens of photos from weddings I wasn't invited to. Honestly, it hasn't affected me at all, but I can see how it might hurt others who thought they were VIPs (or at least IPs) in the bride or groom's life. Pre-Facebook, you could get away with that guest list omission. Now you can't.
So what's the solution? Do you avoid Facebook entirely for fear of invite hounds? And keep wedding photos and updates off your profile to keep feelings from being hurt?