Oh happy day

Morning, lovelies! I am in a great mood today. Why? Well, let me tell you!

First, I found my wedding necklace last night. Remember this pretty thing?

I literally have not been able to find it since we got back from our honeymoon, oh, six months ago. The only thing keeping me from freaking out was my near certainty that it was buried somewhere in the apartment. I even had this vague, dream-like memory of sticking into some kind of bag and thinking, “Yes, this will be a safe way to store this.” And then promptly forgot where this “safe place” was.

In short, I’m an idiot.

Well, last night I decided to buckle down and root out the sucker if it killed me. Fortunately, it really only took looking in about four places. Turns out I had decided the Coach bag looked the safest. Brilliant.

The point is, it’s found and happily mine, and I’m even wearing it today. Go me.

The second thing that’s making me happy? Well, I should start by telling you that I’m currently on a train en route for the city.

I know what you’re thinking: WiggaWHA?!?

And trust me, no one is more surprised than I am. But my reason for venturing back into Manhattan is tri-fold, two of which are exciting.

The first exciting thing is this: I’m going to be in Glamour magazine.

Crazy, right? I can’t disclose the specifics, but suffice to say I had to write a little essay to be selected, and I did, and I was.

I’m planning to post my little essay here after the article comes out, just because I’m not sure if they’ll use any of it. And, you know, don’t wanna scoop myself (or Glamour). You might have to wait a bit, though, because the article is for the January issue. Ahh magazine schedules…

I’m also going into the city for a work thing. Less exciting, but still a nice change of scenery.

And thirdly, I’m going into the city to see a reading of my friend Kevin‘s musical murder mystery. He wrote, scored, and directed it. It’s just as impressive as it sounds.

The hubster is actually coming into the city to meet me for the third thing, so we’ll make a nice little date night out of it. And you KNOW I love an excuse for a date night.

So there you have it. All the reasons I’m in a good mood. Here’s hoping the day lives up to the hype!

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Excitement and insecurities

Next Saturday, I’m spending the evening with basically everyone I went to high school with.

No, it’s not a reunion. Technically. Two of my good friends from high school are getting married (to each other), and I’m heading back to the heartland to celebrate with them.

Given my not-so-secret feelings about weddings, it should be no surprise that I’m quite excited.

But also given my apprehension about seeing people I haven’t seen in a long time (and judgments), I’ve also, naturally, decided to put pressure on myself.

Now, the rational part of my brain knows that these are my friends, and therefore they are most likely not hoping I got fat and live a sad, lonely life. That I don’t actually have anything to prove. And, to be perfectly honest, they probably already know the gist of my life from Facebook and this ‘ere blog.

The irrational part of my brain wants to be impressive.

God, I hate trying to be impressive.

It’s not like I’m getting plastic surgery or anything. I might be a little more dedicated to my workouts. I might fill in the spots where my highlights have grown out. Heck, I’d probably do that before any big even where I’m going to bother getting dressed up.

I think I’m also a little bummed because Joey isn’t coming with me (sigh…finances and other grown-up games), but after all, I will know everyone there, so I can’t get too lonely.

I guess what I’m saying is, I’m not really worried, but I am a bit preoccupied. Ugh, there’s nothing like the girl going to a wedding who’s only worried about herself, right?

But I have a dress, I have a present that my dear friend Annie and I went in on, I have my plane ticket and my car to the airport booked, and I actually am really excited to see everyone. Yay, weddings!

By any other name

There are currently two giant (dead) centipedes in my vacuum. And I washed one I found in the bathtub down the drain yesterday morning.

Why is this happening?? Is there any way to protect ourselves from invasion? Because, tell you what, the most recent little demon was juuuust inside our bedroom door when he met his demise. That’s about a million times too close.

Anyway. Ugh.

So speaking of things that bug me (get it????), I’ve begun the tiresome process of legally changing my last name. And hoo-boy.

First off, have you ever stopped to think how many things have your name on them? I mean, Facebook and Gmail. Fine, done. But then there’s my license, my social security card, my passport, my bank accounts, and every credit/debit card ever. Plus my direct deposit at work (they actually just put me down as the new name for almost everything when I started the new job, but the bank stuff had to wait until I could change the name on the account. Which I can’t do without at least a license with the new name. Which I couldn’t do without our marriage license.)

And that right there is the real rub: You can’t change one thing until you change something else, which you can’t change until you say something else. It’s…a process.

So far, I have my marriage license (which had to be corrected). Today I’m making a copy so Joey can add me to his insurance, then I have to send the original to the social security office so they can send me a new card (they return the marriage license). Then it’s off to the DMV. And finally it will be time for the bank.

I guess I should probably change it on our apartment lease, too. I’m putting off the passport since, as memory serves, it was a pain last time.

Though I am kind of excited about getting new ID photos. My passport one is ok, but I’m blatantly 15. My driver’s license photo is…well, I was going to the gym after, the camera was on the desk at my waist level (I was standing), and they didn’t tell me when they were taking it. Ergo, I look frumpy, fat, and angry. Not exactly flattering.

But soon that will all be amended.

It will be a little weird to officially have a new name. The new signature will be the hardest part, I think. Oh well, I like new beginnings.

Besides, I like the symbolism of becoming one family and all that. I’m kind of in to my husband, if you hadn’t guessed. Plus, you know I’m bound to get a good post out of the trip to the DMV. It’s impossible not to.

Wedding Recap

So…in all the excitement of coming back from the honeymoon, I completely forgot to tell you about the wedding!

Odds are, most of you already know me in real life and were there and/or are friends with me on Facebook, so you probably have a pretty good idea what it was like, but for the 2% of my readership who just happen to find me interesting despite not being an active part of my life, here’s a snapshot.

I know almost every bride thinks her wedding day was awesome, but…well, mine was just perfect. I mean, stuff went wrong and there were the annoying things you have to do, but when I think back on it, there was just so much good.

I woke up the morning-if at exactly 7 a.m. I had set my alarm for another hour and a half later, but my body was operating on wedding time now. I was so. Freaking. Excited. After forcing myself to eat some toast, the day started with hair and makeup for the girls. My sister-in-law did almost everyone’s looks (shameless plug for her salon here!), and we all left the hotel looking mighty attractive.

Then my favorite parts started. First, there was the first look for Joey and me. I was so excited to see him, and he looked so good. Our fabulous photographer and videographer were in hand to capture the whole thing ( and seriously, these guys are AMAZING. I’m not just saying that. They travel, too, so if you’re looking, hire them. They’re also positively delightful in person.), and then we did our bridal party pictures.

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Then it was ceremony time. I know the ceremony can be kind of boring when it’s not your wedding. But this was honestly my favorite part of the day. It was just really…meaningful, I guess. I cried like a baby, but only because he started it. Sigh, husbands, right?

After that, we were married! That’s the craziest part. It’s like, one second, single. The next, poof, married! Crazy in a good way. After the obligatory family photos, it was party time.

We tried really hard to make sure we enjoyed our reception, but it is a little challenging. Everyone wants to talk or take a picture with you or, ahem, take a shot with you, but you also have speeches and table visits and to spend time with relatives and friends who came all this way. It’s a bit much.

But I can honestly say it was one of the best days of my life so far. There was so much love and happiness around me the whole day. Sorry to be a mush, but I can’t help but get all goo-goo eyed when I talk about it.

Feel free to check out Megan’s blog for more photos and AJ’s site for the video clip (links above) if you need more. Hard to believe we’vr already been hitched for a month! Here’s hoping for a lot more “one of the best days of our lives.”

Didja miss me?

We’re back!! And you, my dear reader, are officially reading the blog of an old married lady. Gawd, you’re so unhip now…

I had been hoping to blog throughout the honeymoon (albeit sporadically) to avoid the unpleasant task of summing up a three-week trip in a single post, alas, my phone did not work in Europe. So…cliff notes it is.

The trouble with really big trips, especially to cool locations, is that when someone says, “Tell me all about your trip!@!!” …you really can’t. I mean, not the way they want you to. Sure, we could sit down for a few days and I could give you the play-by-play, but you really don’t care that much. So I say, “It was SO great; great food, weather, monuments, etc.” And you’re fine with that. Plus, we really just strolled about and took in the sights (and food), so there aren’t really a lot of “stories,” per say.

Well, maybe a couple.

Before I tell you the first one, there are a couple of things you need to know. First, the first day we spent in Paris it was Easter Sunday. We had a very early flight, and nothing was open by the time we rolled into our hotel. Well, almost nothing.

What I’m saying is, we had our first Parisien meal in a McDonald’s.

Were we ashamed? A little. But the fact remained that we were hungrier than we were ashamed. And I ordered in French, so that has to count for something.

And here’s something: McDonald’s in Europe is awesome. So much better than here. The “McCafe” has actual pastries and fancies coffees, and there are way more menu options. (Well, it may be that we have this in America, too, I just really haven’t been in a McDonald’s in a really long time. But I’m betting it’s Europe.)

So we ate fast food on our fancy vacation. No regrets.

In a similar vein, we also got food poisoning. No, not from McDonald’s. We don’t actually know which eating establishment knocked us on our rear ends for a solid 36 hours, but we have a couple theories. The most likely suspect is this little place we stopped for a late lunch in Montmartre after checking out a Dali museum exhibit. The food didn’t exactly look as if it had been properly refrigerated prior to consumption, and it was about nine hours later that the illness began, so you be the judge.

Now, neither of us had ever had food poisoning before, so there was no way to know exactly what to expect. For those of you who have never had the pleasure, it’s basically a really concentrated stomach flu. (Well, at least the variety we had. I googled it when I became desperate for any kind of relief, and apparently there are five different kinds of food poisoning. Fun!)

I can honestly say I have never been so miserable in my life. Everything hurt or made me nauseous. And the worst part (besides everything about food poisoning) is that it called off our spontaneously planned trip to Paris Disneyland AND Versailles. I have never been so disappointed in my life.

But really, the trip was a ton of fun overall. We saw so much, had some really great food, and came home feeling so relaxed.

Now, you know I can’t waste the whole trip in a single post, so remind me tomorrow to tell you about our trip home. It was a doozy. Here’s a few hints: There’s an eleven-hour airport lock-in and a bunch of French guys who think Joey’s (oh yeah, we decided I can start calling him Joey now that things are a bit more official) last name is hilarious.

A bientot!

It’s my wedding day.

Would it be me if I didn’t blog on my wedding day?

We made it!! It’s finally here! I’m currently sitting in my hotel room with my bridesmaids, waiting to have my hair done.

I don’t think I could describe my feelings right now even if I tried, but suffice to say that I am one happy girl at the moment. I love my family, I love my friends, and I know today is going to be amazing.

So there it is; my last single girl post. Bring on the new adventures.

There are no words

So, in an attempt to make up for the lack of blogging, I think I’ve been subconsciously trying to increase my social media use through other outlets. For example, I spent a good ten minutes this morning trying to think up a good tweet to describe how it feels to be five days out from The Big Day.

The problem? I need a bit more than 140 characters to describe that particular emotion. Suffice to say it’s somewhere squarely in between jump-up-and-down ecstatic and near-tears overwhelmed. I hate to sound so cliche, but I just want everything to be perfect, ya know?

Tonight we’re scoping out our photo spot, starting our table numbers, penalizing the seating chart, possibly picking our ceremony music, and making a comprehensive list of everything left to do. (Phew.)

My parents get in tomorrow, so I’m sure they’ll be helpful with any last-minute things. Any recently married folks out there have last-minute advice about things you forgot?

And sorry for all the wedding-related posts lately. You might say it’s the only thing I can think about these days.