We got married!

 

We got married! And we are so, so happy. I love not having to say goodbye at night, waking up next to the man I love, cooking together, reading everything from Peter the Great to Paddington Bear together, looking up stupid puns online together, eating way too much kettle corn and ice cream together, growing closer as we learn what it means to cherish and treasure each other. We are huge fans of marriage.

And I’m back to blogging! Coming soon: behind-the-scenes wedding confessions, pictures of our apartment, adventures in cooking, travels to the far-off lands of Jamaica and New Jersey, etc. Probably interspersed with amusing things Homère says. (Why is it that once you get married you think your husband is the funniest person ever??) Sample: “If I had a cat, I’d be telling it: ‘Cat, you better find some birds and some rats. Because I don’t have any money for a cat budget.'”

You can see more of our wedding pictures here. Many, many thanks to our dear friend, TwentyTwenty Studios.

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And the winner of this week’s Best Fiancè In The World award goes to….

Homère!

I had a hard week at work (read: much weeping), so he risked Frankenstorm’s future wrath to come give a hug and a delicious falafel. Right now he’s making flashcards of complicated contracts laws across from me, while I stare at him with a brain absolutely full of lovey mush and doodle about our wedding.

Life is good.

 

Wedding!

Ok, not mine, but my friend and former housemate Hannah‘s! That’s right, folks, marriage has stolen an excellent roommate from me. The Kentucky wedding was this summer, but I was waiting to let her write about it (which she did with grace and humor hereherehere, here, here and here) before I posted this. (Oh, and new site design! It was late, and I couldn’t sleep.)

And here are a few of my photos from the reception.

As you can see, Hannah’s wedding had beautiful details. Sarah, my other housemate, and I had the noble, prestigious and very important job of guarding all these details in the hours leading up to the ceremony. But as you can see, we got distracted with a photo shoot:

And then…. a nap. What’s this? Asleep on the job? Sorry, Hannah.

Who’s this handsome couple?

Here are a couple more handsome couples:

I wish I had more pictures of the bride and groom. But maybe my favorite shot of the night… Hannah’s new siblings-in-law:

The ceremony was beautiful, and I loved watching Hannah walk down that long aisle, hearing the children’s choir, seeing both her father and grandfather at the front leading the service, and watching two of my good friends vow to love each other forever. What a great combination of beauty, family, joyful ceremony. And the reception: it had snow cones. Need I say more?

Much love and fond friendship to Hannah and James, the happy couple.

Guns ‘n blood

As you may know, Homère is busy studying the law at a school far, far away. Ok maybe only a four-hour drive away. But still.

So that means I spend many a moment looking forward to the weekends he comes back. We usually have date night Friday night, then Saturday try do to errands, wedding tasks, fun things and hanging out with friends. But this Saturday our many attempts to invite people over for dinner failed, so we planned a fun-filled day all to ourselves. We started with guns, switched to a different type of shooting, and ended with much more bloody violence.

For my birthday Homère bought me (among other presents… I think I scared him by telling him how much I loved my birthday back in January) a LivingSocial deal for time at a shooting range. His reason for doing this was he knew I had never shot anything before, and he thought it would be fun. I was thankful, and appreciative, but inside I was thinking, “This could be a total disaster. I might not like this at all.”

Luckily, I was wrong.

After watching a very mediocre safety video that left me thinking Homère and I would probably end up with our fingers blown off at the end of the session, the nice men at the shooting range gave us some much more practical help, and we started shooting. And guess what? It was FUN. It was nice to feel competent loading the gun, and I liked trying to hit the target. Homère and I competed to see who got the most hits; he won.

I’m not sure the point of me knowing how to do this particular life skill, unless Armageddon comes upon us. I really can’t imagine myself ever carrying a gun or shooting any sort of cute and furry animal. But it was fun nonetheless.

After the shooting range, we upgraded to laser guns at Bed, Bath and Beyond and started our first registry. (Don’t go buying me anything yet! We need to fine-tune it first — which means my mother needs to tell me what completely pointless stuff to eliminate.) Registering is halfway fun, because it’s like the biggest shopping spree of your life and you don’t spend any money, but it’s also agonizing, because it’s the biggest shopping spree of your life and you’re asking other people to spend money on you — something I always find stressful. In addition, we couldn’t get the Nice Helper Lady to go away for quite some time, which is a dilemma if you need to use the restroom but don’t want to leave her standing there to chat awkwardly with your fiancè about china patterns.

After plodding through the immensity that is the stuffed vastness of Bed, Bath and Beyond, Homère and I were exhausted, so we went back to my house and watched a movie that I remembered liking but that I did not remember having so much violence. Braveheart. So much blood! And so many historical inaccuracies. But you really can’t beat that guttural cry in terms of epic movie endings: “Freedom!”

Home and apple butter

I went home this weekend. And it was wonderful, of course.I love being surrounded by familiar, domestic things. Such as the gazillion vegetables my father picked from his garden. This is only a small portion of them.

Going home made me excited to make my own home with Homère next year. (He even has “home” in his name — bah, how perfect. You can laugh at me but I don’t care.) On the way to go wedding dress shopping (and yes! I bought one! and it is the most beautiful thing ever! I’m so excited to wear it! I’m sorry I can’t show you), I bugged my mother and grandmother for registry tips. Just what is a soup tureen, anyway? They are full of knowledge; I’m grateful to have them.

We also made lots and lots of apple butter for favors for my wedding. When I say, “we,” I mean mostly my grandparents, who were visiting from Minnesota and brought apples from their trees with them. I’m not quite sure how I coaxed them into doing it, but all I know is I got home from the airport and they already had 80 jars of appley goodness made.

 

Grandpa did most of the squashing of the apples. But I helped, and in between all the other chores he decided to do around the house (he almost never stops working — “No rest for the blessed,” he says), he got a break to read The Killer Angels.

yummm….