What am I supposed to blog about now that I'm married? I've had an identity crisis since becoming not-single. I used to joke about the reasons I'd be #singleforever and how I never cooked anything but cheese. the good ol' days.

Now I mince garlic for recipes that I actually plan out a week in advance. And I invite people over for meals that I've prepared. Myself. Are you as scared as I am? WHAT HAPPENED TO ME. DOES THIS HAPPEN TO EVERYONE. I went from 0 to homemaker in 2.5 seconds. My budgeting used to look like "My bank account isn't at zero yet, so yeah let's order pizza and Thai food and go see that movie for the 7th time in theaters because Nicholas Hoult." And now...well...yesterday I downloaded Mint and have found actual enjoyment in deciding how much of my income should go towards boring things like heating our home and buying vegetables. 

My evenings used to consist of chatting with roommates about our days while putting off homework and eating cookies made by almost any person in that house other than me. We'd brainstorm prank ideas and sit on the porch while I spied on the boy across the street now my husband and ride Razor scooters and play foursquare. it's sometimes hard to distinguish between my college experience and elementary school life. Now I work all day and come home and feel like I need to dust things and hang pictures and iron curtains and wash my rugs.

So I guess the whole gist of all this is that marriage has made me better, which I resent. Good thing the guy I'm with is even more eager to binge watch ridiculous TV shows about privileged youth in New York than I am. And that he knows how to rig a drawing (in an honest way) for us to win a Smart TV. And that he attends my cycling class with me, being the only man in a class of 30. 

He keeps from being too boring.

peace and law school

rrww

crafty

Welcome all to the same blog I have always had but with a different url! I am currently trying to convince my tongue that my cup of noodles isn't actually the temperature of the sun by continuing to burn said tongue on the molten lava I hold inside a Styrofoam cup. I like bringing lunch to work because it shows that I'm professional, grown up, careful with money, and am too busy and important to even take a 30 minute break from the demands of my profession. Because nothing says maturity like a $0.70 cup of chemically preserved veggies and sodium levels the size of the Great Salt Lake. 

Welcome to life after college. It's the same as life in college.

The only thing that's changed about the basic makeup of my personality is the fact that suddenly I want to craft. I want to craft every single thing that I could easily buy at the store for much cheaper.  For example: I need a planner. Should I buy a $3.00 notebook of paper purposefully designed to assist in the scheduling of my life? NO! Instead, I shall go to nature and pluck the seeds of a tall and grand oak. I will put that seed in the pot I have recently fashioned on the potter's wheel I just whittled. Then I will nurture that seed into a tree, make that tree into my own paper, infusing its fibers with flowers and butterfly wings. Then I will bind my beautiful parchment with the string I have spun from the wool of a baby lamb. On the cover I will glue leaves and berries over my stenciled chevron design. And then I will proceed to write in calligraphy those items I must purchase from the store. Frozen pizza, Eggo waffles, and Pop Tarts.

Perhaps I am prone to exaggeration. Nevertheless, when I stepped into Michael's last night there was a physical reaction the likes of which I have never experienced before. Watch out. You might be getting a poorly crafted craft from yours truly. 

These are just pictures I feel obligated to share because I finally bought the chord that allows me to easily access them from my camera. 

peace and hot glue guns
they're still not as hot as these blasted noodles

rww

8.20.15

The greatest thing since opening a wedding gift containing a gigantic shower head has just happened to our marriage. people who are yet to be married- register for a giant shower head. it is a gift you will use every day. depending on your shower habits. but getting this shower head will improve those habits exponentially. You will smell and look nice, will get a fabulous job and become rich and famous, as i have done. We got our wedding photos back. So now you know what happens next. Prepare yourself for a whole lot of us. You can guarantee that I'll also be posting a select few to facebook, so if you see your pretty face below, brace yourself for little red boxes of notifications like you haven't seen since your birthday. I will add commentary as I see fit.

It was a beautiful day.



photos by aubrey jo photography
she's a boss

 "heh heh...sorry i have 80 buttons to do up on my dress and it took forever to get out here... heh."

hugs

hugs

hugs

and more hugs.

hope you like the back of my head.

is it ridiculous?

oh look. hugs.

 spencer looks like he's about to sneeze on us

 oh no, i dropped a bobby pin

"wow, look at that shoulder."

"i know, it's a nice shoulder."

marriage is...smashing your face into the one you love.

 harry doesn't like the kissing ones because he gets embarrassed.

obviously i'm all about them.

a pretty good interpretation of me in marriage:

trying to run, but tripping over my dress.

act natural

denied

just surprised his pants didn't rip

 how we usually stand

 idk

Needless to say, it was a very fun night. We know how to party. Thank you again to all who came and celebrated with us. Now go eat some pizza.

peace and cheesy bread at work
rrww