Showing posts with label Marriage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marriage. Show all posts
Wedding Pictures
So guess who never really posted wedding pictures.
That would be me. I fail at this blog thing. Wanna see now? I mean, it was seven months ago, so none of us really look the same, but still...
And yes. I know that they don't fit so well on the page. But you really need to see them big. They look better that way.
That would be me. I fail at this blog thing. Wanna see now? I mean, it was seven months ago, so none of us really look the same, but still...
And yes. I know that they don't fit so well on the page. But you really need to see them big. They look better that way.
I Have the BEST Husband
No really. I do. I don't mean to be all sappy or anything, but he's really great. For instance, yesterday I was sick, so he made me orange juice AND he made me a delicious grilled cheese-with-tomato sandwich. And then we had brownies (that he made from scratch). He even gave me a back rub.
See? The best.
See? The best.
Odds and Ends
A whole month of marriage. Done and gone. And we still like each other. So I take it that's a pretty good thing. I've managed to keep us fed, prevent the house from looking like a tornado hit it (most days, anyway), and I'm still keeping up in school.
For some reason, it never fails. I have so many things to write about here, or somewhere at least, and the next thing I know, my mind is a blank canvas.
I should get back to writing a treatment. But I'm hungry. And the internets are so fun. And for some reason, the story isn't as exciting to me as it used to be. But I don't want to start over completely from scratch. So there we are.
I have a fun announcement for later. But not now, because it deserves it's own post. And no. I'm not preggers. If you thought that before reading the rest of the paragraph, you owe me a cupcake. For reals.
Facebook changed AGAIN. I'd complain, but I think by now we're all used to the fact that it keeps going through inane changes, and we have to spend more time there in order to figure it out. Although it does have me considering deleting it. I was going to do that once I'd graduated, and I thought about doing it after I got married. But I think for reals I'll do it right before the kids start coming. I mean, I'm not thrilled about putting pictures of my offspring online, especially on the creeper-site. And I don't want a bunch of people I only kind-of know looking at them and commenting. And I'm really not getting them a Facebook. I read somewhere that 1 out of 16 kinds under 5 (or something) have a Facebook account. That's ridiculous.
I wish there was a place to get cupcakes on campus.
For some reason, it never fails. I have so many things to write about here, or somewhere at least, and the next thing I know, my mind is a blank canvas.
I should get back to writing a treatment. But I'm hungry. And the internets are so fun. And for some reason, the story isn't as exciting to me as it used to be. But I don't want to start over completely from scratch. So there we are.
I have a fun announcement for later. But not now, because it deserves it's own post. And no. I'm not preggers. If you thought that before reading the rest of the paragraph, you owe me a cupcake. For reals.
Facebook changed AGAIN. I'd complain, but I think by now we're all used to the fact that it keeps going through inane changes, and we have to spend more time there in order to figure it out. Although it does have me considering deleting it. I was going to do that once I'd graduated, and I thought about doing it after I got married. But I think for reals I'll do it right before the kids start coming. I mean, I'm not thrilled about putting pictures of my offspring online, especially on the creeper-site. And I don't want a bunch of people I only kind-of know looking at them and commenting. And I'm really not getting them a Facebook. I read somewhere that 1 out of 16 kinds under 5 (or something) have a Facebook account. That's ridiculous.
I wish there was a place to get cupcakes on campus.
This is Real Life
What they say is true. Once you get married, you suddenly have to deal with more grown up issues. Like financial issues, paperwork, death, and a myriad of smaller, but no less trivial, situations. I have the feeling that once I'm done with school and I'm completely out in the real world, there's only going to be more of this "real life" to face.
Post-Wedding
So apparently I'm one of THOSE girls now. Who gets married and abandons her blog. In my defense, other than getting married (which I'm not quite ready to post about because it's going to either be two lines, or two pages long), I haven't been up to much. Nor has anything really exciting happened to me.
Oh, here's some stuff. I made dinner now. Like, real dinner. Well, in my slow cooker. But I make it and we come home and we eat it. And we're not dead yet, so I must be doing something right.
I have some other news, but because I'm foreign, it's taking longer to work out the official-ness of it all. So I'm going to hold off on sharing those things until they are solidified. Because it makes me feel better that way.
Also, watch The Big Bang Theory. It's ridiculous.
Oh, here's some stuff. I made dinner now. Like, real dinner. Well, in my slow cooker. But I make it and we come home and we eat it. And we're not dead yet, so I must be doing something right.
I have some other news, but because I'm foreign, it's taking longer to work out the official-ness of it all. So I'm going to hold off on sharing those things until they are solidified. Because it makes me feel better that way.
Also, watch The Big Bang Theory. It's ridiculous.
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