Friday, October 26, 2012
Equal rights. For all.
The Prodigal Daughter...
...returns. After an unintentional hiatus, I'm back.
Although I've continued to write posts in my head almost daily, I've had too much work to actually sign in and type those posts out.
(First World Problem: Darn all that work, almost more work than I can handle, for which I am generously compensated, which pays for my clean water, mounds of food, and warm, beautiful house. GAH.)
But with the changing of the seasons, I always find myself re-evaluating, re-envisioning, trying to check items off my mental to-do list and prepare for Whatever Comes Next.
I've missed posting. I've missed you. I hope you feel the same, because I think we should have a kick-ass party.
Although I've continued to write posts in my head almost daily, I've had too much work to actually sign in and type those posts out.
(First World Problem: Darn all that work, almost more work than I can handle, for which I am generously compensated, which pays for my clean water, mounds of food, and warm, beautiful house. GAH.)
But with the changing of the seasons, I always find myself re-evaluating, re-envisioning, trying to check items off my mental to-do list and prepare for Whatever Comes Next.
I've missed posting. I've missed you. I hope you feel the same, because I think we should have a kick-ass party.
The wedding where I almost flashed everyone...
In early September, my dear friend Emmy Jo got hitched.
She was perfectly organized when I arrived to help her set up the reception site. She had even labeled her totes with warnings like "heavy." She had made many of the decorations herself, being the extremely talented crafter that she is. It was all lovely, the setup went smoothly, and aside from some torrential rain, the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner were wonderful.
The next morning we met bright and early to get our hair did and our faces painted.
And we dressed and took pictures and then got her married off.
After more pictures in the soft afternoon sunlight, we arrived at the reception site. We ate a delicious meal, the happy new couple cut their cake and tossed bouquets and located garters. I gave my matron of honor speech and cried at the end, because I love her and am a huge sap.
I believe it was around this time that the trouble started. I was up crossing the large room filled with the bride and groom's friends and loved ones when, suddenly, I felt a strange draft. The airflow on my derriere had inexplicably increased, and I reached down and realized that the intentional slit in the back of my dress had unintentionally gotten more...slitty. It was about to reveal my own personal slit (what? too graphic? you've got one, too, you know!). I rushed over to my husband and friends, blessedly located in a dark corner, and planted my rapidly exposing bottom on a chair.
Luckily, my matron of honor duties were complete, and though it was earlier than I wanted, we decided to shimmy out the door as quickly and as covered as possible (thank goodness for cold-blooded friends with sweaters). After passing off Bridal Bathroom Duties to a fellow bridesmaid, I broke the news to Emmy Jo and gave her a big hug. Thankfully, she wasn't upset, instead laughing at my predicament. Hard. I didn't mind -- I was glad she could find humor in the situation, especially since I felt so bad to sneak out early, albeit before I shared the assorted junk in my trunk with the people she loves most.
I consider this further proof of what a good friend she is, and I am so happy that her wedding was beautiful and filled with laughter (of all kinds).
Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. You are loved.
She was perfectly organized when I arrived to help her set up the reception site. She had even labeled her totes with warnings like "heavy." She had made many of the decorations herself, being the extremely talented crafter that she is. It was all lovely, the setup went smoothly, and aside from some torrential rain, the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner were wonderful.
I believe it was around this time that the trouble started. I was up crossing the large room filled with the bride and groom's friends and loved ones when, suddenly, I felt a strange draft. The airflow on my derriere had inexplicably increased, and I reached down and realized that the intentional slit in the back of my dress had unintentionally gotten more...slitty. It was about to reveal my own personal slit (what? too graphic? you've got one, too, you know!). I rushed over to my husband and friends, blessedly located in a dark corner, and planted my rapidly exposing bottom on a chair.
Luckily, my matron of honor duties were complete, and though it was earlier than I wanted, we decided to shimmy out the door as quickly and as covered as possible (thank goodness for cold-blooded friends with sweaters). After passing off Bridal Bathroom Duties to a fellow bridesmaid, I broke the news to Emmy Jo and gave her a big hug. Thankfully, she wasn't upset, instead laughing at my predicament. Hard. I didn't mind -- I was glad she could find humor in the situation, especially since I felt so bad to sneak out early, albeit before I shared the assorted junk in my trunk with the people she loves most.
I consider this further proof of what a good friend she is, and I am so happy that her wedding was beautiful and filled with laughter (of all kinds).
Emmy Jo's Bridal Shower
In July, I had the opportunity to serve as matron of honor in my dear friend Emmy Jo's wedding. With the help of her bridesmaids -- her sister and sister-in-law -- as well as her mother and a fantastic friend who showed up early to help set up the day of, we threw her a lovely little bridal shower.
Emmy Jo and I have been friends since her family moved to the area early in our high school career (way over ten years now, how scary is that?). She and I really solidified our friendship, however, when we became roommates during a summer study abroad trip to France. We made it through that summer unscathed and closer than ever. So of course I had to throw her a French-themed shower (she helped throw one for me five years ago when I tied the knot)!
I designed the invitations...
And we decorated the room with all things French...
And we all pitched in one some delicious food (I made madeleines and macarons, which was quite the experience)...
And she mingled and opened gifts and (I hope!) had a great time...
She's worth it.
Emmy Jo and I have been friends since her family moved to the area early in our high school career (way over ten years now, how scary is that?). She and I really solidified our friendship, however, when we became roommates during a summer study abroad trip to France. We made it through that summer unscathed and closer than ever. So of course I had to throw her a French-themed shower (she helped throw one for me five years ago when I tied the knot)!
I designed the invitations...
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Yesterday was his birthday...
Friday, July 27, 2012
Happy SysAdmin Day!
The last Friday in July is Systems Administrator Appreciation Day. I entered a contest to highlight my favorite SysAdmin, but since my entry wasn't chosen, Imma gonna go ahead and post it here! It's epic, y'alls.
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Whose face is
illuminated by the soft glow of the computer screen from dusk until dawn (and
then until dusk again)?
My
Who manages intricate
networks, fiercely guarding my Very Important Data and pictures of kittens
wearing hats?
My
Who breathes life back
into ostensibly dead hardware, God-like in his resurrection powers?
My
Who benevolently
translates complicated geek speak into intelligible language for the
cubicle-dwelling peasants?
My
To whom do I bow when
I need a back-up, a viral cleansing, or a fresh bag of Doritos?
My
If it were not for my SysAdmin, and SysAdmins everywhere, the world
as we know it would fall into chaos. The apocalypse would be upon us. And I
would have no damn idea how to reset my password.
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I love you, My SysAdmin.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Best. Night. Ever.
I'm sure that you have a significant other whom you love dearly. Someone who will bring you soup when you're sick, come and pick you up when you get a flat tire, make breakfast in bed for you on your birthday. I'm sure that person is just great, really. All I'm saying is, that person could never, ever measure up to my husband. Go ahead, give your significant other the challenge. I'll wait.
On Saturday, July 14, we celebrated our five-year wedding anniversary. I've been working like a mad woman, and our weekends have been chock full of obligations, so we agreed: no gifts, no special trip, not even a card. Just dinner out that night with our parents. Little did I know.
Months ago -- we're talking February -- Husband started plotting. He contacted friends and family, calling all of them to convene at a local restaurant on the eve of July 14. Numerous friends drove hours -- and I mean hours -- to attend. One of them was sick. The other was celebrating his birthday the same day. But they came. Only one person from our wedding party was missing, and she is a plane ride away, so she gets a pass (although she did send the best game in the world, Cards Against Humanity).
And I had absolutely no idea.
I thought he might surprise me with a bouquet of flowers at the restaurant, but all I expected was a nice meal with our beloved families. When we arrived in the banquet room and turned the corner, we were met by a giant crowd of our nearest and dearest yelling, "Surprise!" I was completely shocked; I have no idea what I said or did, but I started to focus in on the individual faces, and I cried. I couldn't believe that these amazing people had taken the time (several of them very significant amounts of time) to come and celebrate with us. There were over twenty people in attendance, and I adore every single one of them.
Not only were we surrounded by the people who matter the most to us in this entire world, but my amazing mother-in-law, who fell and broke her wrist earlier in the week, had arranged for a professional photographer to capture the event, as well as five gorgeous floral arrangements and incredible vanilla and chocolate cupcakes.
I could barely sit to eat my meal because I was so blown away by the night, and we made the rounds to every person, just like our wedding reception. Those who could make it came back to our house afterward, and we sat and laughed late into the night.
Five years ago I married my best friend. My One and Only. He makes every day worth living, and I could not survive without him. I cannot wait for the next five, ten, twenty, a lifetime.
I love you so much, Kyle. You don't even know. Thank you for giving me one of the best nights of my entire life. You're the most incredible person I've ever met.
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On Saturday, July 14, we celebrated our five-year wedding anniversary. I've been working like a mad woman, and our weekends have been chock full of obligations, so we agreed: no gifts, no special trip, not even a card. Just dinner out that night with our parents. Little did I know.
Months ago -- we're talking February -- Husband started plotting. He contacted friends and family, calling all of them to convene at a local restaurant on the eve of July 14. Numerous friends drove hours -- and I mean hours -- to attend. One of them was sick. The other was celebrating his birthday the same day. But they came. Only one person from our wedding party was missing, and she is a plane ride away, so she gets a pass (although she did send the best game in the world, Cards Against Humanity).
And I had absolutely no idea.
I thought he might surprise me with a bouquet of flowers at the restaurant, but all I expected was a nice meal with our beloved families. When we arrived in the banquet room and turned the corner, we were met by a giant crowd of our nearest and dearest yelling, "Surprise!" I was completely shocked; I have no idea what I said or did, but I started to focus in on the individual faces, and I cried. I couldn't believe that these amazing people had taken the time (several of them very significant amounts of time) to come and celebrate with us. There were over twenty people in attendance, and I adore every single one of them.
Not only were we surrounded by the people who matter the most to us in this entire world, but my amazing mother-in-law, who fell and broke her wrist earlier in the week, had arranged for a professional photographer to capture the event, as well as five gorgeous floral arrangements and incredible vanilla and chocolate cupcakes.
I could barely sit to eat my meal because I was so blown away by the night, and we made the rounds to every person, just like our wedding reception. Those who could make it came back to our house afterward, and we sat and laughed late into the night.
Five years ago I married my best friend. My One and Only. He makes every day worth living, and I could not survive without him. I cannot wait for the next five, ten, twenty, a lifetime.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
June 10
Today on my way to work I saw a beautiful white cat, dead in the middle of the road.
At mid-day, my mother-in-law fell in her driveway and broke her wrist.
Today is an anniversary, but not one that should be celebrated. I'm so sorry that you had to go.
I'm ready for today to be over.
At mid-day, my mother-in-law fell in her driveway and broke her wrist.
Today is an anniversary, but not one that should be celebrated. I'm so sorry that you had to go.
I'm ready for today to be over.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
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