Tuesday, December 22, 2009

What makes a Christmas gift?

My very practical parents gave us money for wedding/Christmas gifts, for which we are grateful.  If we'd had anything else to bring home, we would have run out of hands.  We had the garment bag with my dress and Fabulous Husband's fabulous suit, the suitcase with everything else, and out two "personal items" (I always stretch the definition with a very large tote) crammed with toiletries, makeup, clothes, journals, cell phone chargers, and all the other little flotsam and jetsam that doesn't fit in a suitcase.  I was carrying all of that, and FH had the thirty-pound box crammed with the bounty of an early Christmas with his family.  He got all clothes and I got all kitchen stuff.  So awesome!!

So we're picking out our own Christmas gifts from my parents, and he keeps listing practical things.  "I could get the windshield replaced," he said.  "THAT'S NOT A GIFT!" I said.  Which is not to say that gifts can't be practical--if you think about it, all my kitchen gadgets are at least kind of practical--but there's something so boring and un-Christmassy about a new windshield.  I am encouraging the idea of a new stereo for the van, with an auxiliary jack for the iPod input.  It's useful, but still slightly indulgent.  We could continue the 90s-era practice of the cassette tape converter.  "Join us in the 21st century," I told him.

I'm definitely getting a culinary torch and a big ol' bowl for caramel corn.  I want a heated towel rack, but that's more of a joint gift, since he wants it just as much as I do.  Ooh, curlers!  Quite frankly, I have no lack of things that I want.  I have pages and pages of wishlists items at Amazon, some of them with funny comments about why I want them.  There's little I need, but lots that I want.

Monday, December 21, 2009

One plus one is two

This post has been a long time in the making.  Like, 28 years.  Or at least ten.

You guys! I'm married.  My Future Husband is now my Fabulous Husband.  Because he is fabulous.  And not just because he usually lets me have my way.

Can I tell you that how nervous it made methat this all happened so fast?  I never wanted to be that girl.  We went on our first date September 16.  Three months and one day later, and we're married.  But let me quote a movie, as I always do: "When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."  Anyway, everything I've ever sworn I'd never do--oh, like marry someone I hadn't dated very long or own a van--I end up doing.  Keeps me humble.  Besides, just because he has a van doesn't mean I have to drive it.

I have exactly one picture from Thursday, and it's of me updating Facebook.  Everyone else has pictures, which will one day make their way here.  Until then, life is awesome.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I'm engaged!

I know that's old news, but we JUST got our engagement pictures back.  (Our photographer is a friend and just got married, so we have to cut him some slack.  Besides, we're sending announcements after the fact.  These were mostly just for funsies.)

There are so many I like!  Not because I'm particularly photogenic, but because we're so cute and happy.  Without further ado, pictures!

Wait, a little more ado.  My nose is red in some of them.  It was getting cold as the sun went down.  Please disregard.  I promise I'm not drunk.

Okay, that's not strictly an engagement photo.  But I liked it, so I included it.

Next time, I'll show you what I call the flip book photos.  They're so funny.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Two weeks!!

You guys! I'm getting married in two weeks!  Not that we're counting.  Not that we have a paper chain that we take a link off every day like the second grader that I am at heart.

I've had the plague a cold all week, so I haven't been very posty.  And I was in Arizona right before that (hey, thanks for the souvenir cold, Dad!) so I was also not very posty.  Anyway, what's there to say?  We're very impatiently waiting for the 17th.

In more exciting news, we have a tree!  The top foot of our other tree wouldn't light ("there's a light on this tree that won't light on one side"), so we exchanged it ("I'll fix it up there, and I'll bring it back here") for one we liked even better--the branches are so realistic!--with a slightly smaller footprint.  FH had yesterday off, and I was off sick (it's never a good sign when you get winded taking a shower) so we put up the decorations.  He would put the hooks on the ornaments and hand them to me and I would put them on the tree.  He kept handing them to me.  I was like, "Where am I supposed to put these?!"  We have very different ideas of ideal ornament density.  What he doesn't understand is that I don't like ornaments.  In previous years, my (three foot tall) tree had white lights.  And that was it.  The ornaments were in vases on the table, looking very spiffy.  So the fact that I have ANY ornaments is a significant increase over what I'm used to.  Still, it's a pretty spiffy looking tree.  We got our ornaments from IKEA, natch.

Turns out it's fun to decorate for Christmas when you actually have someone to share the holiday with.  Seems to have significantly cut down on my grinch-liness.  Could it be I'm actually enjoying this Christmas season?  It's true, it's true.