My mom and I went to a couple bridal shops, to peruse wedding gown styles. In one particular shop, I was handed a gift bag with a pretty bow and “Congratulations!” tag. I said my thanks and we went about our business…which I’ll fill you in on later.
SMILEY FACE SMILEY FACE SMILEY FACE.
When I got home, I opened the gift bag and saw coupons for a bunch of places, a travel sized deodorant, a package of tissues, and two Slimful bars that promise to “satisfy hunger for hours”…so you don’t eat anything else. Like, you know. REAL FOOD.
So, are they saying I’m not supposed to eat real food on the day of my wedding?
I would die. Or, more realistically…faint. Continue reading
The title of this post says it all. So, let’s jump right in.
Why are all the Toddlers and Tiaras moms incredibly unkempt? You’d think they’d be a little bit more obsessed with — or at least concerned with — their own looks. Most of them look as though they just rolled out of bed and perhaps haven’t showered in a day or two.
Siri. She has always annoyed me, and I know it might sound crazy, but I don’t think she likes me. I can hear it in her tone. And lately — she’s been getting me lost. I asked her to find me a PetSmart and she brought me to the middle of a residential development. I asked her to find me a Marshalls and she told me that I arrived at my destination while I was still in the middle of the highway. I think she’s doing it on purpose and I hate her.
Things — in general — are slower here in IL than in NY. Speed limits, restaurant service and even just how people talk. Slower. Continue reading
It’s Friday! But, you probably already knew that if you signed on to Facebook this morning. Everyone gets “TGIF!” post-happy when Friday rolls around.
I have a bunch of things I’d like to throw at you today, because none of these topics are things I can think about in-depth enough to devote a whole post to them. So, grab your coffee and let’s chat.
Last night, I opened my first bridal magazine. And, it’s pretty (very) exciting for me. I swear I heard angels singing when I turned the cover. Gowns, rings, honeymoons, invitations, flowers, oh my! And, it’s heavy. I may take it to the pool today. It probably will need its own pool pass, though. And flotation device. Continue reading
The big move to Chi-city (I will never, ever call it that without being somewhat joking/impersonating a rapper) and getting engaged have often been news I’ve shared at the same time. So, it usually went like this:
Me: “We got engaged!”
Me: “…and we’re moving to Chicago!”
Them: 😦 but 🙂 … but :(. Did you set a wedding date, yet? 🙂
And, to be honest, I’d feel a bit deflated — like they were saying, “OK I’m over your engagement news, so happy for ya, blah blah, nice ring, yep, blah…IT’S NOT REAL UNLESS YOU HAVE A WEDDING DATE.”
And, my smile would either fade or just stay plastered on my face while my head would just shake “no”, because…we’re moving to Chicago. I guess I just also have packing, the drive out there, the new place and new area, the new job, decorating the new place, Moxie’s acclimation to the new place, finding new doctors, etc. etc. on my mind. I mean, I think it makes sense to actually get there and get settled before thinking about a wedding, no? Maybe I’m wrong, because when I’ve explained that to a couple people (women), they would just smile blankly, nod and shrug without saying a word. Continue reading
The number of women taking their husband’s last name is on the rise.
I love my last name. I really do. I mean, I’ve had it for 31 years. And, when you’ve had something that long, it can be hard to let it go.
It has never been a question for me if I would take my husband’s name. I guess I’m traditional like that. After all, I spent many years as a little girl scribbling things like “Amanda McIntyre“, not “Amanda Talar-McIntyre” in my school notebooks.
While I personally don’t get why women would want to keep their maiden name, I really don’t get why they hyphenate. Maybe it’s a control thing, a feminism thing? I don’t know. Both of those reasons are kind of nauseating to me.
The author of this post — former Olympic snowboarder Betsy Shaw — says, amongst other reasons (admitting maybe she just can’t ‘grow up’), that she didn’t take her husband’s name because she “never liked the way women seemed to disappear into their husband’s name”, which sort of validates my assumption of this “type” of woman.
I’ll be blunt. Continue reading