Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Wedding Wednesday: Favorite Photos

Wedding photos are obviously a big deal these days (thanks a lot, Pinterest), and I can't deny that I sent a two page typed list, as well as actual photos, to my photographer before The Big Day. How else will I remember my wedding when I'm old? (And by old I mean 38.)

Before I bombard you with photos of TBD, here are a few tips for doin' pictures right at your wedding:

  1. Do a first look, don't do a first look, WHATEVER. You and your fiance should decide what is right for you, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. 
  2. Pinterest has definitely turned into a huge time-sucking monster, but don't let that stop you from browsing the wedding boards for picture ideas. Turn those into your photographer several weeks before the wedding--that way you have time to discuss the poses and how they will/will not work on the day of your wedding. Also, it will help things run smoother if your photographer already has an idea in mind of how you want people arranged--which means the faster you get to cocktail hour and the dance floor. 
  3. Have someone--your mom, your MoH, random lady off the street--with you while you and your spouse have your own little photo shoot. This person can help you rearrange your dress, hand over your lipstick, grab you a rum and coke...you know, whatever you might need in between takes. 
  4. If you're starting to plan your entire wedding around how the pictures will look, and whether it is pinterest-worthy or wedding magazine-worthy, then stop. Take a step back. Spend a week with your fiance and don't discuss a damn wedding-related thing. Your wedding is about the love between you and your sig other, not about whether or not we'll see it in the next issue of Martha. 
  5. Something will go wrong. So just let it happen and don't stress--trust me, you'll still have amazing photos, even if you somehow couldn't manage to nail that end-of-the-night, elevator-closing-on-kissing-couple picture.* (People just HAD to keep using the elevator!) 
It was SUPER hard to just pick ten, but fear not--there many, many more of our favorites that you will see scattered throughout future posts. Also, many, many thanks to our amazing photographers, Rick and Elizabeth of SoHo Photography. I would highly recommend them--they're great people, easy to work with, and they obvi take awesome photos. 

The Godfather.

My grandma passed away in March, so it made it that much more special that she was at our wedding. This was her reaction when she saw me in my dress for the first time. 

This was what we decided on for our first look. I will never forget seeing his face as I walked down the aisle. 

Definitely a favorite, and it was actually a last minute idea by our photographer.

This was posed and all, but I still love it, probably because the light in the background is all soft and blurry, which reminds me of December and Christmastime.

Jumping on the bed is a must for Home Alone fans.

Don't know where we are running off to, but we're doing it together.

This one is hanging as a 16x20 canvas in our new home.

My dad's first look--his exact words were "woohoo!" Classic!

Our fantastic photographer captured this. My hair is a WRECK but who cares? Got the love of my life  and we're dancing the night away.
*We actually got a cute picture of us in the elevator. It didn't make the cut this time, but better believe you'll be seeing it at some point. 

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Treat Yo Self Tuesday

Friends, now that we are on our third Treat Yo Self Tuesday post, let's not forget the key ingredients to treating yourself:

"Clothes. Fragrances. Massages. Mimosas. Fine. Leather Goods."

So, if you're struggling to decide with how to treat yo self, start there. For example, tonight I couldn't figure out what on earth to write about, and so I said to myself "Katie. You've got to get back to the basics." 

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Today, let's focus on mimosas. If you need to treat yo self on the fly, grab a bottle of OJ and a bottle of champy and get goin'. I don't know who invented the mimosa, but I would like to congratulate that person--who knew two simple ingredients could create such a delightful, irresistible drink?

I salute you, mimosa inventor. 
In a couple of weeks, Matt and I are planning on indulging in mimosas over brunch with friends at Del Marva's Southern Cafe. Why? Because that's what you do when you're a trivia champion and you win a $50 gift certificate. This past Friday, we met up with a few of our friends at Del Marva's to play trivia. Millie had to stay overnight at the vet (because she got spayed), so we thought we might be party animals and stay out late--and boy did we ever! We were out until about 11:45, and that was rough--we kept complaining about how long trivia was taking (definite sign that you're old). 

WINNERS.
Anyway, I've never won trivia, and we somehow managed to come back from 5th place to 1st place in the last few rounds. We had absolutely no clue we were doing so well; like I said, we were too busy checking our watches and getting mad when people took too long to turn their answers in. But, in the end our inappropriately-named team took the lead, and we accepted our prize with the quiet dignity of a true, humble champion (we kind politely clapped, grabbed our gift certificate, and got the hell out...our beds were calling to  us). And now, we will treat ourselves to brunch with that gift certificate, and enjoy every minute of it.

TREAT YO SELF: Chicken and waffles.
How do you treat yo self when you've accomplished something amazing?






Monday, July 29, 2013

Gettin' Weird with Millicent

Hello everyone! My name is Millicent Abigail Thomas, but you can just call me Millie. My parents have lots of names for me, and sometimes I'm not quite sure what IS my real name. These other names include: Mills, Millsicent, doodle, strudel, strudel doodle, little butterball, baby gigantor, sassy pants, rick, and rick roll.

I know my mom talks about me on here ALL. THE. TIME. I asked her not to write anything embarrassing, but you know how moms are! Finally, I just told her to let me do a guest post. I got a lot to say, and I know people are dying to hear my views!

Hello there. So kind of you to drop by. 
Here are some things you should know about me:
  1. I'm seven months old. 
  2. I started puppy school in May and I still haven't graduated. I'm just taking my time, figuring things out, ya know?
  3. I'm dating a chocolate lab named Maddox. You should see him--he's very athletic and super dreamy! We're doing the long distance thing right now and I'm not sure if we will last. I have got SO many suitors in our new neighborhood! There's Copper, Boz, Burton, BamBam--you get the idea. What's a girl to do?
  4. I LOVE going on walks--there are so many good things to eat out there! Mulch, clods of dirt, chicken bones, old dog poop, dead animals--the list is endless! My mom never lets me to eat these things--parents just don't understand!
  5. I am not a morning person--not at all. I would love to sleep in, but if I didn't get everyone up at 6:30am, how on earth would my parents make it to work on time?!?
  6. Like any doodle puppy, I've got my fair share of toys. My favorites include: Albert the Giraffe, Harold the Bear, Petri the Pterodactyl, and of course, my tennis ball. I'd like to take a moment for us to quietly remember my other toys that are no longer with us: Lydia Ladybug, Loofah, Roscoe Racoon, Snakey, Wubba, baby tennis ball, and the evil bunnies. (Here's a tip, fellow puppies: the goal is NOT to get all the stuffing out of your toy. As soon as that happens, your parents will take it away, never to be seen again, which is SO unfortunate, because stuffing tastes delightful!)
    Me and my trusty pal, Harold.
  7. Have you ever licked an armpit? I have. Did I like it? Let's just say I was intrigued. 
  8. I take a probiotic every day with my dinner, and I recommend you do the same. It's never too late to start improving your digestive health. 
  9. Sometimes, I'll lie down to rest on my doggie bed, then I think "what the heck are you doing, Millie?! You've got a perfectly good couch right there!" I have a good laugh, then I stare mournfully at my parents until they make room for me. 
  10. My favorite game is the gang's all here game. It's the best! 
    Gang's all here!

Well, that's all I have for you today, readers. Now, it's time for me to go rest--tomorrow is another busy day of eating, napping, walking, and following my parents around. I will be quite busy the next few weeks (I need to figure out how to get this cone off AND graduate from puppy school), but I hope you will stop by again soon for another segment of Gettin' Weird with Millicent!

Newest nickname: Coney Island.


Friday, July 26, 2013

Confessional Friday: Q&A

Hello there! This Friday, I am once again linking up with A Blonde Ambition for Confessional Friday. Sometimes, it’s just easier for someone to tell you what to blog about, especially when you've just had the longest work week EVER and all you want to do is stop thinking and making decisions. This week’s topic is fill-in-the-blank, which makes it even easier for me and current lack of motivation.



My worst fashion offense of all time has to be wearing pants that were two sizes too big.
In 8th/9th grade, I dropped at least twenty pounds real quick—you know, Crohn’s Disease and all. It never occurred to me to just ask my mom to buy me some new pants; instead, I just wore my regular pants with a belt, and I looked reaaalll weird. 

The most embarrassing song on my iPod is probably anything by Hannah Montana.

The last white lie I told was any time I tell my husband “it’s fine.”
Matt knows exactly what I mean when I say that, so that’s one white lie I never get away with saying.

The celebrity I most wish would disappear is Kanye West. Or any of the Kardashians.

Sometimes I wish my parents lived closer. 
I know I’m an adult and married and all, but it would be nice if my parents were closer than a five hour drive. 

My childhood crush was JTT.
Ladies, you all know exactly who I am talking about. And this wasn't just a crush—this was love.

I've never turned down cheesesticks from Bella’s. 

Never, ever EVER expect me to share my cheesesticks. Unless you are my husband.

Driving in the pouring rain/snow makes me a nervous wreck.
I had a very traumatic experience driving through the great blizzard of December 2009—I haven’t been the same in inclement weather ever since.

I'd rather watch paint dry than watch an awards show.
I've never cared for watching awards shows—I've always found them tedious (unless Tina Fey and Amy Poehler are hosting, then you better believe I’m tuning in).

Much like a train wreck, I can't turn away from watching The Vineyard.

Happy Friday, friends! 

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Let's Be Fashionable

Somewhere out there, there are five people who read the first version of this post, before I accidentally deleted it while attempting to fix the font. It was quite a disaster, and although I had part of the original post in a Word doc, I hadn't save the whole thing, which meant I needed to start from scratch. 

Anyway, here's the story: Matt bought me a new dress for our niece's baptism, I liked it, it made me feel pretty, so Matt took pictures of me wearing it to post on the blog. I don't know a lot about fashion or makeup or style or whatever, so whenever I put together an awesome outfit, I feel quite pleased with myself and just want to toot my own horn to the whole, wide world. 

Anyway, dear readers, here is my first outfit-related post, and I would of course appreciate feedback! (For example--more skinny elbow? Less skinny elbow? Should I start taking selfies in front of a bathroom mirror?) If I happen to learn anything about styling an outfit along the way, I will be sure to share it with you. (Here's a tip--throwing a cardigan on over a dress can instantly transform it to a wear-to-work outfit! I'm sure you're all rolling your eyes and saying "thanks Captain Obvious" right now). And now, I will stop rambling and share the thing you want most--pictures of my beautiful face. Enjoy!

WHOA! Hottie alert!

Please excuse the poor lighting and awkward holding of the handbag. I was trying to look trendy.
  
dress, bag: Kate Spade
belt: Target
shoes, watch: Michael Kors
sunglasses: Tory Burch

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The Vineyard: Fake Reality

I was in the midst of putting the final touches on a Wedding Wednesday post (which means I had one or two sentences...total), when Matt and I stumbled upon a new show on ABC Family called "The Vineyard," (truth is, we didn't stumble upon it, it showed up after we finished watching our regular Tuesday night shows--Pretty Little Liars and Twisted). Within the first few minutes, I knew the topic of Wednesday's post.

The Vineyard is brought to you by ABC Family, which brings you such quality programming as Pretty Little Liars, Bunheads, and what I'm pretty sure is the upcoming world television premier of So Undercover. If you've watched any of these programs (I will admit to seeing all three), then you know that this show about Martha's Vineyard has got to be worth checking out. Right after we started watching it, Matt said "this is basically like The Hills, except on the east coast." I responded that it was similar, except this show had to be fake. 

An absolutely candid photo of the totally down-to-earth, non-actors on the Vineyard

You know how everyone bashes on reality shows, saying they aren't "real" and it's all scripted, and the producers set up certain situations just to cause drama? Well, this show is practically screaming "none of this is real!! All of these people auditioned!! Nobody is actually from the Vineyard!" Oh, it's got all your typical reality show signature moves--the eye rolls, liberal use of the word "like," and meaningful looks while emo music plays softly in the background. It's even got all your usual suspects--the likable blonde, the conniving blonde; the all-around good guy, the all around bad guy. And any show about a touristy destination wouldn't be complete without a couple of out-of-town-hating locals. 

If you're a fan of all things terrible, please watch this show. If you decide to tune in, here are some things you can expect:

1. A whole lot of squinting.
Apparently, sunglasses are outlawed on the island. 

2. More stereotypes than an episode of Tosh.0. 
I think I've mentally added the word "bro" to the end of every sentence uttered by the muscular white kid who struts around in a wife beater.

3. Totally REAL conversations
These people who were just randomly thrown together to live in the same house for the summer. Watch what happens! No scripts here! Just your typical, run of the mill reality show!

4. Lots of little tiffs and spats. 
In the real world, people instigate fights with each other all the time, for no reason other than to provide some entertainment to an imaginary viewing audience. 

5. Bro fights.
In the first episode, we almost witnessed a sharks vs. jets type throwdown at a bonfire, when the locals confronted the out-of-towners. The epic battle was avoided, but I can only guess that they're saving such a scene for the season finale. 

6. Lots of lounging, drinking, eating, and hooking up with anyone relevant on the show
Probably the only convincing element in the whole shebang that makes it seem like a legit reality show. 

That's it, friends! If I haven't reeled you in with that summary, then please take some time to check out the cast bios. They are all totally legit and everyone seems like just some normal person whom you might find on a reality show. 

Whatever you do, don't judge (don't judge me, I mean--you can judge the cast all you want).

p.s. If any execs from ABC Family reads this, please sign me on to promote your channel. I feel that I could really excel in that sort of role. 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Treat Yo Self Tuesday

You know what I really love? Sangria. You know what I love more than sangria? A sangria slushie.


Matt and I first tasted these beauties at Prince Michel Winery, located off Rt. 29 in Leon, VA. I would highly recommend going to a wine tasting there--for $10 we sampled ten wines each AND these delightful little sangria and peach bellini slushies. Not to mention, they have an awesome gift shop and a fun little lounge area where you can challenge your husband to a rousing game of checkers.

We bought some mix so we could create sangria slushies of our own at home, but they were never the same. I thought about this over and over again, until I finally came to the conclusion that we needed to buy one of these:
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Can you imagine all of the AMAHZING frozen drinks we could make with one of these babies?!?! Unfortunately, this would be a go-for-broke treat yo self--most of these machines run around $3000. However, I did find cheaper alternatives, such as this little gadget:
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It runs about $100 and allegedly does the same thing, and is great for parties. Some of the reviews claim it to be cheap, which I can absolutely believe, since most of these knockoff machines typically don't last longer than  a few runs.

What do you all think? Has anyone ever bought one of these machines, and if so, how well does it work? Or, do you have any tips for making the perfect frozen beverage in your own blender? I would love to hear it, because my frozen drinks are typically a disappointment.

And remember, take some time today to TREAT YO SELF.


Monday, July 22, 2013

Just Another Music Monday V.2

Every time the weekend is over, and Monday rolls around, this his how I feel:


I'm not giving you a whole playlist today for Music Monday. Instead, I offer up a song that you will want to play over and over on repeat: "All I Want," by Kodaline. I thought I had already found my favorite song of summer ("Pompeii" by Bastille), but I think this one takes the cake. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I would probably describe it as "hauntingly beautiful." 


I cried like a little pansy the first time I watched this video. I know I'm not the only one in the world who has a deep fear of being completely alone. Even as a child I would worry about being alone, not only for myself, but also for others. I feel so blessed to have my wonderful husband, as well as a close circle of supportive family and friends. However,  I know there are people out there who have no one, and that makes me incredibly sad--everybody needs their own person. 

Sorry to be such a downer on a Monday (refer to the image at the top of this post), but despite the melancholy tone of this song, I can't help but love it, and I hope you will too. 

Have a great week friends, and be sure to give your person an extra hug or two this week. 

Friday, July 19, 2013

Confessional Friday: Guilty Pleasures

Happy Friday, friends! I suppose returning to the real world isn't so bad when you do it on a Friday. For today’s post, I am linking up for Confessional Friday at A Blonde Ambition. This week’s topic is guilty pleasures. We all have them, now it's time to confess (although, honestly, my guilty pleasures are no secret, especially to my husband—he is going to read this post and say “DUH tell me something I don’t know!”).

Please, reserve your judgment until the very end.
  • I probably know all Hannah Montana songs by heart. (And most of Miley Cyrus’s earlier work, before she apparently got into drugs.)
  • I get SUPER excited for Pretty Little Liars.
  • I enjoy watching Japanese Anime. A lot of those shows have extremely complex story lines, and I find them very intriguing. Cowboy Bebop is and always will be my favorite.
  • I know that portion control is important for maintaining a healthy diet, but man oh man, I could eat an entire casserole dish of baked spaghetti all by myself. GOOD GRIEF do I love carbs and cheese!
  • I consider Uptown Girls to be one of the best movies EVER and I still cry every time I watch it.
Those are all of my guilty pleasures. I’m sure there are more, I probably just don’t think of them as embarrassing or as something that’s a “guilty pleasure.” I mean, what is a guilty pleasure, anyway? I think I probably wrote this post just as an excuse to talk about myself. (Color me shocked, amiright?)

Have a lovely weekend, friends, and be sure to indulge in at least one guilty pleasure. 

Indulging in a 500 calorie chipwich--definitely a guilty pleasure.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Vacation Blues

The worst part of vacation is leaving vacation, amiright??

Seriously. I know I can't be the only one who gets miserably depressed when vacation is over. I guess it's just me and every other human being on the planet. Luckily, our sweet doodle was waiting for us when we got home, which eased the pain of having to face the real world.

Baby Gigantor
Despite missing Millie every day, we had a lovely vacation. The weather was mostly cooperative, we got to spend time with friends, and my skin no longer looks as if it has never seen the sunlight. All in all, a fairly successful vacay.

Highlights include:
1. Wearing a maxi dress for the first time EVER. (And looking really hot while doing so!)

2. Reading not one but two amazing books--The Lost Gate and The Gate Thief, by Orson Scott Card (definitely recommend it if you're into fantasy/magic/that sort of thing). 
3. Spending time with friends!

Love that I got to see my Big!
4. Pitchers of hurricanes (pictured above).
5. Trying an oyster shooter. More than once. I mean, you'd think I would have learned after the first time!
VOM-IT.

6. Convincing my dear husband to see The Heat, since he previously stated "I have absolutely no desire to see that movie." And guess what--he loved it! I loved it! EVERYONE loved it! Seriously, go see it so you don't have to wait for Redbox.

7. Eating a lot and drinking a lot and not even giving a second's thought to the calories.

8. Getting in touch with my heritage.

Direct descendant of Odin.
9. Shopping--can't wait to wear that beautiful, new Kate Spade dress that's hangin in my closet!

10. And my very favorite part of vacation? Spending it with my husband, DUH. You can vom all you want at that statement, but it is 100% true--a vacation without him would be BO-RING.

Power couple in love.
So it is back to the real world, but I've got my husband and my doodle, so I'll take the real world any day.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Over the Hump

HUMP DAY! YEAH!

I think I'm late to the game on this commercial but I DON'T CARE, I LOVE IT. Look at that, two pop culture reference before we're even out the door!

No Wedding Wednesday post for today, which is unfortunate considering my streak of making liberal use of alliterations in my titles has now ended. No, friends, for today you will have to make do with my stream of consciousness and the hodgepodge of thoughts that have been floating around in my head.

- Tomorrow night we leave for the beach. TOMORROW. NIGHT. I had planned to pack light, but then while picking out outfits I suddenly blacked out, and when I came to my suitcase was stuffed full. Whoops.

Hello, beach. You sweet, beautiful tropical fish.


- Tomorrow night we leave for the beach...and Millie will not be joining us. Millie gets to spend a week with a bunch of friends at the all inclusive pet resort (just kidding, it's not all inclusive--I even have to pay extra for them to administer her medicine). I am quite certain it is going to break my heart into a million pieces to leave her. Any other pet owners experience similar separation anxiety?

- Right now, doodle is curled up on the couch between us, resting her little head on my arm. COME ON--how am I supposed to leave her for a week????

Abandoning our only child--how could we?!?!?

- I attempted to put together an entertainment center by myself today. The venture was not successful. I kind of just ran out of time, but I'm also quite certain if you sneeze on it, it will fall apart. Please, don't tell Ron Swanson.

- Oh yeah. I got a haircut.

Those are all the random, useless things I have to blog about today. You might hear from my while I'm at the beach, or you might not. I may not even make it to the beach--I might just stay at the pet resort with Millie.

Until next time, friends!

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Treat Yo Self Tuesday

Hello, friends. It’s Tuesday. Theoretically, it should feel better than a Monday but it just feels WORSE. Don’t worry though, I’m about to change that attitude with three words: 
Clothes. Mimosas. Massages. FINE. LEATHER. GOODS.
Some of you may recall last summer, when Matt and I declared a “TREAT YO SELF WEEK.” A Treat Yo Self Week is all well and good, but Parksand Rec had it right when they started doing “Treat Yo Self Tuesday.” Totes. Bril. Giving yourself one day a week to indulge seems like a great idea to me, and it doesn't even have to be expensive! I mean, you could eat a tub of cookie dough ice cream and call it a day—don’t have to empty your bank account to treat yo self! 

For today’s post, I want to introduce you to a fancypants restaurant in Vienna, VA, called Ristorante Bonaroti. It is the most AMAHZING Italian I have ever tasted in my life (although I've never been to Italy, so I can’t compare to that). It is expensive, but totally worth it. Matt and I found it on Yelp as we were searching for a new restaurant to try; we called ahead to make sure our attire was acceptable (we were both wearing shorts) and Sergio assured me casual was fine. Despite his assurances, we both felt completely under-dressed when we walked in—there was a six year old who looked snazzier than I did! However, the staff was very friendly and did fancy things like pull out my chair for me and unfold my napkin. We decided to be super pretentious and order a bottle of wine, which was actually from a local vineyard in Northern Virginia (Prince Michel—I would absolutely recommend doing a wine tasting there). I ordered lamb ravioli, Matt had pork shank, and...

Sorry. I just had a moment staring wistfully into space as I thought about our meal. Mmmmmmm, carbs and lamb! I wish I had pictures to share, but that wouldn't even come close to doing it justice. Besides, I didn't feel comfortable taking pictures of my food in fancypants restaurant--I felt like the impeccably-dressed six year old at the table next to us would look upon us with continued disdain. I had already made a bigger mess on our white tablecloth than he did, and I really needed to get my act together and act as an appropriate role model. 

If your are living/visiting in NOVA, treat yo self to Ristorante Bonaroti. It is worth every dime. 

Monday, July 8, 2013

Just Another Music Monday

Hello friends. Well, here we are. It’s Monday. BO-RING. This Monday has been particularly heinous because 1. it is the Monday after a holiday weekend, and 2. it is my first Monday actually spent in the office in roughly one month.

I spent my day answering ONE MILLION BILLION emails and trying to wrap my mind around the massive to do list that needs to be accomplished before we leave for the beach on Thursday. 

Anyway, to make all of our Mondays a little brighter, I've decided to start a regular feature called…

JUST ANOTHER MUSIC MONDAY
(If I knew how to make a cool graphic for this, it would totally be here)


If there is one thing I am good at, it’s making a quality mix CD. It was one of the very first things I told Matt when we first started dating. The first mix CD of our relationship was entitled "Paris Hilton's Greatest Hits," and included many gems, with songs from the Foo Fighters, 3eb, Blues Traveler, Toto, and yes, Paris Hilton (I knew Matt was a keeper when he didn't judge me for actually downloading songs by Paris). Now, it is time for me to share my talent with the rest of the world. Every Monday I’ll bring you a playlist for you to enjoy the rest of the week. 

Without further ado...

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy 4th!

Happy Independence Day! I have nothing but the fondest memories of the 4th of July, probably because it involves three of my favorite things: cookouts, fireworks, and lightning bugs. We spent the day shopping, cuddling with the doodle, and consuming an unhealthy amount of calories. We plan to end our day watching a movie about a group of young kids who displayed true bravery and courage as they fought to save their town. It’s called “The Goonies.”  



I hope you all have had a safe and happy holiday! As the 4th slowly winds down, I leave you with quite possibly one of the most patriotic monologues of all time. Murica, ya’ll!


Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Growing Up

Hello, friends! Remember that time I said I was going to make my blog legit, and I was really good about posting every day, until all of a sudden I disappeared for two weeks? Well, those kinds of promises don’t hold up so well when you go out of town for work for two weeks, and then you move into a new house, and then your puppy gets sick, and then you just want to curl up in a blanket and sleep for three days straight.

Anyway, ENOUGH. The big story here is that we bought a house—WHAT?!?!? If you knew me three years ago, you would not have seen this coming. However, this is neither the time nor the place to discuss my hot mess years.
Can't be buying houses when your life is in shambles. 
There will be many posts to come about the highs and lows of buying a house. During the entire process, I kept waiting for someone from the mortgage company to call and say “Ah ha! We got you! You’re not a real adult, you were just pretending!” This never happened, and we made it all the way through settlement without anyway questioning my status as a grown up.

Up until now, I really haven’t felt like an adult. Sure, I've had my own health insurance and I finally caved and bought my own car and my own cell phone plan, but there was always a part of me that felt like adulthood was some far away thing. Even when we got married, even when we started the search for a house, I still had thoughts that began with “by the time I’m an adult…” As you can see, I am really into refusing to accept the inevitable.

In the words of T. Swift, everything has changed.

You’re probably assuming this change came over me once we signed away our first born to purchase a home. Things actually still felt surreal in that moment, but it wasn't until the next day that I actually felt like an adult, when I went to Sears and purchased a washer and dryer.

Like most children, I despised going to a place like Sears. They didn't sell toys! The whole place smelled like rubber! Even in more recent years, I couldn't return there without having flashbacks of being bored to death. Despite these vivid memories, I made the trek (and by trek, I mean five minute drive) to Sears, took one look at all the shiny, new washers and dryers, and practically started salivating. In that moment, I knew I was completely and undeniably an adult, and there was no going back.

I promise I won't make my posts completely BO-RING now that I am an adult, but for now, let me leave you with this picture of absolute beauty. 

It has special buttons for wrinkle guard and tough stains. Wowza!





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