-I'm pretty sure my newest celebrity crush is Justin Long. I've thought he was adorable since Ed, but lately? Mmmmmmmmmm. Wait. How old is he? Crap. Do I have to start worrying about that? (Whew. Born in 78. We're good!)
-Sammy said "What the what?" this week and I CRACKED up.
-I've given up Cokes (sad) but seem to have developed a Peach Fresca addiction. They're yummy.
-These are awesome. What a fun way to propose. And simple!
-Paul Weller is playing in San Francisco tonight. I should totally be there. I was planning on being there and then I got...lazy? Busy? Distracted by something shiny? Not sure. Need to refocus so it doesn't happen again!
-I'm having some health...issues (nothing serious...well, except in my mind). I'm afraid the quest for the answer is going to involve tests routed in unpleasantness. I'm empathetic to people who just ignore the health thing.
-I think I get a little too much joy arguing meaningless points that I don't really care about with people online. I should probably look into that.
-On that topic. I give you this.
-Ring of the week:
Kohl's is one of my favorite places to pick up cheap rings. I've been on the look out for something big, bold and fun for the summer since my hands aren't jammed into gloves anymore. So this week, instead of one of MY rings, I thought I'd highlight some of the rings I'm mulling over for spring / summer.
Black pearl, funky ring. LOVE it. They also have it with a traditional pearl, but why do that when you can get black?
Dome ring. Definitely one to make a statement. And I love marcasite.
Pretty flower ring. Screams summer. Or, one in all purple.
Simple silver band. Can never have too many.
The "Look at me, I'm fancy" ring. Or I'm fancy and squatty.
I'm digging these stretch rings. A much classier version of ponytail holders we had as kids! In several colors.
Speaking of fancy. Love this. My mom has one like this in opal that I'm lobbying pretty hard for!
-Song of the week:
(otherside, red hot chili peppers - this easily qualifies as one of my top 20 favorite songs of all time)
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Because I Have No Shame vol 15
10th Grade (light and sunny; cousin It hair):
11th Grade (dark and broody; no way I was going to smile - I knew how the world worked by then. Of course.):
11th Grade (dark and broody; no way I was going to smile - I knew how the world worked by then. Of course.):
same, same!
because I have no shame
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Hey Little Sister What Have You Done...
Sharon and I were talking last Saturday about our niece's upcoming wedding. More specifically, we were talking about things we would have done differently at our own weddings could we go back in time and not feel societal pressure of "having to" do certain things. I honestly believe that you should get married and then have the party ten years down the road when tastes and experience have settled. Well...but then we wouldn't have pictures like this, so I guess there's a little value there. Right?
To start with, I have to say that I could have done anything with either of my weddings. My mom is great - very hands off, do what you want, it's your life / decision kind of a thing. So, unfortunately, all decisions I would have done differently? Totally on me.
My first wedding. I (over)did everything I thought I was "supposed" to do. Bridesmaids, cake, fancy. All of it. If I were to do it over, I wouldn't have had any of it. No bridesmaids, no cake (I hate cake), no fancy, no flowers. We would have had a small party at our favorite restaurant at the time (Mmmmm...I miss La Patisserie) for close family and friends and called it a day. I'm sure I would have still chosen that dress, because I remember loving it (though I can't recall why!), but the rest of it...nope.
Isaac and my wedding was different from the first in nearly every aspect, but I still would change a few things. First, the things I loved and would keep: my dress, I still love it. Simple, flowy, non-fussy, cheap. I love that I wore sandals that I could step out of when needed. I got rid of the cake and the bridesmaids and the flowers and we had our reception in the middle of the afternoon outside. I remember one of my sisters asking me what she should have her kids wear and I laughed. Hard. I so didn't care what I wore and the least of my worries was what my nephews / nieces wore! Seriously. Shorts and tennies, for all I cared. I love that we didn't go with a traditional photographer (we hired a sports photographer from a local (major metro) paper and he shot 12 rolls and just handed them over for us to develop. All for the lovely price of $500. Great pics and a bargain! I really love that (rings aside, see below) the whole shindig cost us about $1000.
However...someone (I don't remember who) did get to me and kept insisting that I had to care about the little things more than I really did. I starting doubting and, because of this, I did get some flowers for the food table. They were WAY more trouble than they were worth. I ordered black tulips and got...pink tulips. Yeah, that's the same. Should have just skipped it to begin with. The rings. Well, you all know how I feel about that. That is, perhaps, my biggest, biggest regret. I wish we would have skipped them entirely and shopped for cheap ones to tide us over until we finally talked about our mutual desire to change out rings. It would have saved some cash that would have been better served applying to grad school or, you know, buying groceries that first year.
However, my (only slightly less) biggest regret is not simply eloping. We really should have done that. I wanted to get married July 31st. Due to crazy circumstances that were only slightly in my control, we set the date for August 27th. I hate having my anniversary in August and, I fear, as Sammy gets into school, I'm going to hate it more and more. I wish we had eloped on the 31st, had a month together before Isaac started school again and then had our afternoon outdoor picnic a month later for everyone. In jeans. Or, you know, just sent out announcements after the fact and had a private party as the gifts rolled in...
To start with, I have to say that I could have done anything with either of my weddings. My mom is great - very hands off, do what you want, it's your life / decision kind of a thing. So, unfortunately, all decisions I would have done differently? Totally on me.
My first wedding. I (over)did everything I thought I was "supposed" to do. Bridesmaids, cake, fancy. All of it. If I were to do it over, I wouldn't have had any of it. No bridesmaids, no cake (I hate cake), no fancy, no flowers. We would have had a small party at our favorite restaurant at the time (Mmmmm...I miss La Patisserie) for close family and friends and called it a day. I'm sure I would have still chosen that dress, because I remember loving it (though I can't recall why!), but the rest of it...nope.
Isaac and my wedding was different from the first in nearly every aspect, but I still would change a few things. First, the things I loved and would keep: my dress, I still love it. Simple, flowy, non-fussy, cheap. I love that I wore sandals that I could step out of when needed. I got rid of the cake and the bridesmaids and the flowers and we had our reception in the middle of the afternoon outside. I remember one of my sisters asking me what she should have her kids wear and I laughed. Hard. I so didn't care what I wore and the least of my worries was what my nephews / nieces wore! Seriously. Shorts and tennies, for all I cared. I love that we didn't go with a traditional photographer (we hired a sports photographer from a local (major metro) paper and he shot 12 rolls and just handed them over for us to develop. All for the lovely price of $500. Great pics and a bargain! I really love that (rings aside, see below) the whole shindig cost us about $1000.
However...someone (I don't remember who) did get to me and kept insisting that I had to care about the little things more than I really did. I starting doubting and, because of this, I did get some flowers for the food table. They were WAY more trouble than they were worth. I ordered black tulips and got...pink tulips. Yeah, that's the same. Should have just skipped it to begin with. The rings. Well, you all know how I feel about that. That is, perhaps, my biggest, biggest regret. I wish we would have skipped them entirely and shopped for cheap ones to tide us over until we finally talked about our mutual desire to change out rings. It would have saved some cash that would have been better served applying to grad school or, you know, buying groceries that first year.
However, my (only slightly less) biggest regret is not simply eloping. We really should have done that. I wanted to get married July 31st. Due to crazy circumstances that were only slightly in my control, we set the date for August 27th. I hate having my anniversary in August and, I fear, as Sammy gets into school, I'm going to hate it more and more. I wish we had eloped on the 31st, had a month together before Isaac started school again and then had our afternoon outdoor picnic a month later for everyone. In jeans. Or, you know, just sent out announcements after the fact and had a private party as the gifts rolled in...
same, same!
all about me
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Roses Sometimes Have Bees in Them...
"I give you this. Just in case any of you need some naming help."
The above was going to be a line in Friday's random post, but I just couldn't help making it a longer stand alone, because, well...go read the link and then come back. We'll discuss.
Finished? Finished laughing? Ok. I love names. Names are beautiful. I'm still heartbroken we won't ever use the name we'd picked out when we thought Sammy was a girl. I'm still (2.5 years later) sad that we didn't name Sammy, Finn. Even if it would have sounded dumb with our last name (which is, of course, left off here on purpose!). I laugh at some people's choices and have the inevitable "what were they thinking" conversation with Isaac often. I love to tell the story about how my sister in law loved the name Brock, but lovingly changed her mind to something else that sounded better with the middle name Lee when her son was born. Or the story of a woman I worked with who named her sons Hunter and Trapper (Uh...I don't think anyone reads this that still works with her. If so...love ya!). Funny stories are great because they are just that. Funny. You don't really think you need to lock up the parents for bad naming practices.
However...Kaybree? Xoie? Adycine? (Oh, man. It's really Adicyn which is much, much worse.) I love the name Addison. Love it. But why would you bastardize it like that? And. My favorite. Tylenn Braylee? Seriously. What the CRAP is a Tylenn Braylee?
For the love of everything holy in my life, people need to stop making it so darn easy to mock their name choices! I realize I may go to hell for this and alienate the ones I love (since heaven knows family and friends have not been immune to this epidemic), but. Seriously. What are people thinking making up names like this (Chasitie? Do they think that's how Chastity is really pronounced?)? Why make up names at all? There are 3 million perfectly acceptable things to name your kid that will 1) be cute, 2) look good on a resume, 3) fit both a child and adult. Use one of those. Tylenn Braylee...I'm wondering if there's a medication for that. Maybe you can take some Adycine.
The above was going to be a line in Friday's random post, but I just couldn't help making it a longer stand alone, because, well...go read the link and then come back. We'll discuss.
Finished? Finished laughing? Ok. I love names. Names are beautiful. I'm still heartbroken we won't ever use the name we'd picked out when we thought Sammy was a girl. I'm still (2.5 years later) sad that we didn't name Sammy, Finn. Even if it would have sounded dumb with our last name (which is, of course, left off here on purpose!). I laugh at some people's choices and have the inevitable "what were they thinking" conversation with Isaac often. I love to tell the story about how my sister in law loved the name Brock, but lovingly changed her mind to something else that sounded better with the middle name Lee when her son was born. Or the story of a woman I worked with who named her sons Hunter and Trapper (Uh...I don't think anyone reads this that still works with her. If so...love ya!). Funny stories are great because they are just that. Funny. You don't really think you need to lock up the parents for bad naming practices.
However...Kaybree? Xoie? Adycine? (Oh, man. It's really Adicyn which is much, much worse.) I love the name Addison. Love it. But why would you bastardize it like that? And. My favorite. Tylenn Braylee? Seriously. What the CRAP is a Tylenn Braylee?
For the love of everything holy in my life, people need to stop making it so darn easy to mock their name choices! I realize I may go to hell for this and alienate the ones I love (since heaven knows family and friends have not been immune to this epidemic), but. Seriously. What are people thinking making up names like this (Chasitie? Do they think that's how Chastity is really pronounced?)? Why make up names at all? There are 3 million perfectly acceptable things to name your kid that will 1) be cute, 2) look good on a resume, 3) fit both a child and adult. Use one of those. Tylenn Braylee...I'm wondering if there's a medication for that. Maybe you can take some Adycine.
same, same!
random,
ranting rant
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