Wednesday, March 30, 2011


I would like to clarify a little something.

I love hugging. It is widely believed that I do not, but I assure you, it's one of my favorite things.

What I dislike - no - what I loathe is casual hugging. The "hey, how are you?" hugs. They're awful. It's like going to a Michelin Starred restaurant and ordering chicken fingers. Or going to an amusement park and standing in line foreverrrrr for kiddie rides. Total. Waste.

But going in for a "real" hug in every platonic setting would be...awkward. To say the least.

So for the forseeable future, I will continue to react like Rainman every time you jerks run up to me for a quick squeeze.

tres anos beetches

Today The Foliage and I have known each other for 3 years! It's another 2 months until our makeoutaversary and 3 months until our dateaversary* but this is an important date, too. Mostly because I have pictures of it!

Which I'm not going to post today. I guess you'll have to wait until next year for the full story.

But, oh man, I just came across a Facebook message thread that he and I were both on and it's sooooo dorkable. At one point in it he said, "I'll not be getting married soon."

1. Ha! Gotcha.
2. Who talks like that?! People pay this guy to write! SOMEone's had the wool pulled over their eyes.

Anyway. More on the history of Us later. For now I'm gonna bring it down and send a shout-out to my betrothed. One thing I've long considered to be my biggest character flaw is no big deal to him. He makes me feel...better. Which is not an easy thing for me to feel. Basically, the dude rules. And all you fools who are not engaged to him are seeeeeriously missing out. My condolences. But also, you know, keep your distance. Or whatever.

Love you, toe.

*Because that ho (read: future spouse) kept blowing me off and bein' all hot and cold like Katy Perry was singing about him. Pfffffffffjerk

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

love isn't always on time oh oh oh

The Foliage and I could honestly lose entire days in a bookstore. This weekend, we went to TWO malls* and spent at least an hour in a Borders Express in the first one. Just in the business section. And then I forced myself to reshelve all but 2 of the books (1 novel, 1 business theory). And we spent something like $50 in total.

And then we went to the second mall where there was a going-out-of-business Borders, that had mad of them discounts. And we had no time to see if we could be refunded the difference. Hello, first-world annoyance!

The bottom line here is that I really love business and my partner really loves investing. And basically that we are awesome and had a ridiculously productive weekend. Good story, I know. YOU ARE WELCOME.

*Kind of embarrassing. OK, really embarrassing. Seriously, us? Yes. Seriously. I got a rehearsal dinner/honeymoon dress, though. Because I needed a separate, new dress for our rehearsal dinner which isn't for another 5-6 months. Of course. OMG I am such a wasteful person. Ughhhh.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

the lady doth protest too much

My friend Rachel posted recently a few of her Etsy lurves, and I fell head over 9-year-old-heels* in love with the headgear by the seller whichgoose. It's gotten me daydreaming about what-ifs in wedding land. My gown is awesome, but pretty...involved. It's not a simple dress. I almost bought the one in the board below (except in ivory, duh). If I hadn't gotten my (totally amzing) gown, I might've gotten this one...and all of the accessories pictured here, for a woodland-grunge look:

Created using Big Huge Labs
 Dress by Chabri. Not pictured in white anywhere in the shop. Yet. Some genius bride is going to jump all over this affordable and gorgeous option soon, I just know it. Click on the link and look at the other pictures of it. You will love.
Hair style featured in a Subaru Outback Commercial. I love the simple up-do with bangs.
Clutch purse by lalaland.
Espadrilles by suesuegonzalas.
Vintage "glamour stud" earrings by daisypetaldesigns.
Handmade paper bridal bouquet by FleaMarketChick. It has pieces of sheet music and lace in it! Swoon!
Rose belt by ProjectU. I LOVE the layers and colors in this. So much love.
Guitar string bracelet by TightlyWound.
Oh, is that my ring? YEAH, it is! No big deal or anything. It's only amazing. By Jennifer Yi. Of course.
Flying Home necklace by RhondasTreasures. I don't care how much Portlandia mocks me, I still want to put a bird on it.
Both headpieces by whichgoose.

I also uploaded a picture of this ring by bario-neal but it isn't showing. Their website must have protections against that sort of thing. The Foliage and I are going to their store over Easter weekend to look at bands, though. They have one (not the one I linked to) that I really like and isn't outrageously priced. Who knew rose gold could cost so much? Not this guy!

*When I was a little kid, I very. desperately. wanted to be a medieval princess who ran away and had a heavily pagan-influenced wedding in the woods. so much. Then I was the kid who wet myself in class and had to get LESS WEIRD AND FAST. So I ditched the RennFestLove. But my heart still aches for long velvet gowns and maypoles.

Friday, March 25, 2011

the nuptials do near

Whooooo wedding update time!! OH, MAN two wedding-related posts in one day?! THAT's right. Hold on, folks. It's about to get all stupid up in here.

Venue: Still St. Anthony in the Hills. Though we still have to send in the contract and payment. WHATEVER our date's available and the contract is in Delaware. It'll be fine. Also, I can't wait for them to open for the summer so we can take some better pictures of it.

Officiant: Bit of a snag. Hopefully to be resolved this week. And if it is, the new arrangement will be even better/more convenient/more positive than our original plan! Huzzah! We already did our PreCana which was soooooo much fun, so all we should have to do now is pick our readings and songs.

Dress: Got it. Need to have it hemmed/officially fitted.

Photographer: Ohhhhh, dip, we are ALL OVER that ish.

Music: DJ Zip ZOMG SO EXCITEMENT!! This is a friend of ours, and he gets people MOVING. I don't think he's ever done a wedding before. Because who wants a wedding DJ? Honestly? When he spins at outdoor festivals, we dance the whole way (walking) there heissoawesome. We're trying to figure out whether we want recorded or live music for the ceremony, though. Updates on that forthcoming.

Catering: You may recall that we have THE COOLEST CATERING EVER. Ahem.

Invitations: I have a plan, and it's awesome. And I explained my plan to my mom, who had her own interpretation. So we're both making invitation prototypes to show each other next weekend, and we'll figure out what works and what doesn't. I love being creative with my family! Surprisingly, there is no letterpress, but [in my version] there ARE gilded edges and screen-printing. I tried to make my version over the weekend, and broke a pair of very good scissors. Now I have the appropriate tools so it is ON. And no, we are not doing Save The Dates. Those things are completely contrived by the wedding industry. Not that you shouldn't send them out if you want them.

Other paper goods: OMG back off I still have 5 months, 1 week and 5 days. Geez.

Rentals: Will probably be a combination of two companies (Diamond State Rentals and Queen Street Linens). And maybe a company that does tents? I am anti-tent but other people involved in planning are very much not. And I don't like the tents that Diamond State has to offer. So we'll see. I wish there were a vintage-item-rental company in the Mid-Atlantic, but they seem only to exist on the West coast. I'm thinking about opening one. I would make so. much. money. AND I would be involved in event design! Herrow, dream come true!!

Rehearsal: My parents are taking the reigns on this one. But we have kiiiind of a large party and the rehearsal's Saturday night, so that's prime restaurant timing. Could be tough. But it's their deal! So I refuse to be stressed about it.

Day-after BBQ: We're going to ask my future father-in-law if he'll be in charge of the food the day after the wedding. He is a great cook (he made a HUGE, incredible, from-scratch feast for Thanksgiving), so hopefully he'll be down for this. Obviously we haven't asked him yet. So, um, hey Marty! Wanna barbecue some stuff on September 5th at my parents' house? Kgreat!

Honeymoon: Ohhhhh the backing and forthing over this has been ridiculous. Well, ridiculous but not surprising. We suck at deciding on travel plans. So at one point we said we'd wing it (after we said we wouldn't take a honeymoon and after we said we'd road trip/camp), but...we can't completely wing it. I need to know what we're doing, and we want to GO somewhere. My parents have graciously offered their timeshare for one week of the two-week honeymoon, so we'll be using that the second week. The first one we're going to play by ear (looking up travel deals as it gets closer). But we're hopefully going to spend the second week either in Nice, France or Venice, Italy. And we're definitely going to Switzerland at some point. Ibiza isn't totally off the table, either. You don't have to tell me you're jealous. I would be, too.

I think that's it for now. I have two friends who have offered to be my day-of coordinators (a favor I'm returning for one), and a colleage of my mother's might help with coordinating the weekend overall. And My Ship is a wedding planner, so she's been really helpful for talking me off wedding ledges with checklists and the like.

Take that, wedding stress.

i'm getting older too

It's weird how left out people feel if you do wedding stuff without them. In movies, when someone's sibling gets married, the main character just shows up to the wedding and wears the stupid dress. I know my sisters want to help, but there are 5 of them. And I have my 3 best friends who I know like being involved in this process. And my 6 future siblings-in-law. I have no idea if they have any interest in being involved, actually. Which leaves 9 people* who definitely want to be clued-in to big decisions. Maybe more. But ughhhhhh it's hard keeping people updated all the time! And you don't want to be all, "Heyyyy I'm updating you every 5 seconds because there's nothing in your life more important than my weddinggggg" so where EXACTLY is the line?

*5 sisters, 3 friends, 1 mom.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

runnin' down the block just to watch what i got

It's been slow going getting back into working out after returning from Wisconsin. Tueday I went to Stroga for a yoga class I used to go to ALL the time. And it was awful. Horrible, even. I don't know who it was, but some genius decided to request extra focus on hip flexibility. And another Rhodes Scholar asked for ab strengthening. Honestly? I wanted to die. And 2 days later I'm not much better. But tonight I'm going to a Ballet Barre class. AKA the hardest non-bulking strength-training class there ever was. And then I'm going home to eat Guinness Cake. Because ZOMG who cares about looking good when there's the best chocolate cake ever in your home?!

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

no time to say hello goodbye i'm late i'm late i'm late

This year for lent The Foliage and I have given up being late. Our "punishment" for tardiness is a transfer of $25 (per person, per event) from checking to savings.

Yesterday we transferred $250, and I already owe another $50. It's only been 2 weeks. This is so not the point of lent. Ugh.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

on the floor

OK so this is the coolest thing ever. A Wisconsin Democrat Representative is a ferreal air guitarist*?! I die. I so so die.

Also it's almost time for 2011 regionals. Hopefully we'll see some other politicians on the stage. MAN I LOVE THE AIR GUITAR CHAMPIONSHIPS**!

*I realize what an ironic statement this is. I really do. But he came in 2nd place in the '03 Nationals! That is so cool!
**My f*cking sidebar is Air Bear, for crissakes. This is not a joke. Except it mostly is. But not really.

walkin' on sunshine

When I got back to DC last week, and headed to work during my first ever spring in the district, I noticed a pattern. Well, more accurately, a logo:

 Madre de DIOS these shoes are EVERYWHERE. They are, like, THE flat shoe of the young, female professional in this town. Am I surprised that Tory Burch shoes are popular? Not at all. They're nice shoes. Am I blown away that I'm one of maybe ten women in Washington that haven't jumped on this? Yeah. A little. They're just plain flats! WTF?

Kudos, Tory. You've successfully branded an entire metropolitan area with your thoroughly boring product. Well done.

Monday, March 21, 2011

12 little girls in 2 straight lines

When my family first moved to Delaware from Ohio, I was (justbarely) 16, and there were 6 of us living in a long-term corporate hotel room. It was a huge for a hotel room, but...claustrophobic for 4 girls and 2 parents. For several months. And one day my youngest sister was REST. LESS. to the Nth degree. So we went to the store. I forget which one. But it had toys. And she got a Madeline dollhouse.


B*tch loved Madeline. This thing is HUGE when you live in a hotel room. Mammoth, even.

And it required tools. Tools which were packed away with all of our other belongings. And she was cuh-RANKY and it was after stores-that-sold-tools had closed for the day.

So I put that ish together. With a fork. Hell YEAH with a fork! It was awesome. I am awesome. It was wobbly. And she was soooooo excitedddddd*. And even after we moved in to the house and unpacked the tools, the screws were never tightened. Because that's how we roll in my family**.

I had a wedding-planning meltdown last night. But I figure if I could put together a behemoth dollhouse with flatware at 16? I can probably throw a stupid wedding at 26.

*OMG she was so cuuuuuute and even just thinking about it now makes me tear up. She's in f*cking COLLEGE! That can't be allowed, right?! I just built her this stupid dollhouse that made her life complete! Ugh. I can't handle the aging of people in my life.
**Apparently we also roll like not helping. Now that I'm re-reading this, WTF? There were 4 other people in that hotel room that could've assisted with this, but just sat there while I had to use silverware to assemble a large-scale toy! What crap. I'm so getting revenge via wedding assignments.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

take a picture it'll last longer

So, while I was in Wisconsin, our ha-mazing photographer posted selections from our engagement session on her blog. And they make me squiggle with glee. But I wanted to post a few more that didn't make it into her post, that I really loved.

My fiance's pretty fiiiiiiine.

All photos by Kelly Prizel
  We made those valentines postcards the morning of the shoot. In our hotel room. Oh, and the box (featured in Kelly's post) and my hair accessory, too. I had so many plans of forethought-related grandeur. Ha! Yeah, right, Ceej! When am I going to learn that hot-glue guns and last-minute glitter are the crafting implements I'll ever get to use?

The first two valentines say "I [heart] New York and You" and "Love from San Francisco" because that's where each of us was born. The second two reference Wilmington and DC, the two places we've lived together.

When she was shooting the last picture, she kept saying, "I know you're cold, but you seriously look cold...stop looking so cold!" It was hard. I don't think I did a good job. At least I've got my accounting degree, just in case this [paying to] model thing doesn't pan out.

My hair and makeup was done by AnnaMarie Tendler. The Foliage did his own. You're shocked, I can tell.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

everybody's doing it

Along with the other cool kids* my blog will be "silent" tomorrow.

Organized by Ever Ours and Utterly Engaged. You can donate here, if you're feeling saucy**.

I cannot even begin to imagine the pain that's being felt in Japan these days. Absolutely mind-boggling.

*People who care. You know what the opposite of cool is? Apathy.
**Generous. Charitable. Altruistic.

shake it shake shake it shake shake it like a polaroid picture

As a kid, growing up in farmland Ohio, I never had allergies. Ever. Now? In DC? I can't breathe and it feels like steel is being hammered through my head. Also my eyes are itchy. I'll write when I can focus on the screen again.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

celebrate good times COME ON

Today, my parents have been married for 26 years, and that's the same age I'll be in 4 months and 9 days. WEIRD. Sometimes math bites you in the ass.

Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad!

Monday, March 14, 2011

back to business

These pictures are amazing. Also, I love when other countries blatantly call us out on our ridiculous errors. Americans, take note. And this is just sad and hilarious.

I miss the fight.

the hunger games

It's weird how people (just in America? Maybe everywhere?) are getting further and further away from making their own food from scratch, but are desperate to pay as little as possible for their food/meals.

If what you consume isn't worth your time (to grow vegetables or let some dough rise) or your money (to pay for the incredible amount of labor it took to get the food from the ground to your mouth), then what IS it worth? If you don't smoke to avoid lung cancer and you don't tan to protect your skin, why would you be thoughtless about the food that sustains you?

This coming from the girl who just returned from a stint in Wisconsin that had her eating custard and butter burgers* at Culver's every other day for 3 weeks. Don't judge me!

Also I get annoyed when I see people who look genuinely interested in small talk. It isn't interesting. Stop contorting your face like it is.

Here's what I'm saying: I really miss Wisconsin. I feel like I've abandoned my post** and like I should go back to help with all the work that's still left to be done. But I'm also really, really, really glad to have access to my kitchen again, and to be home with the person who never tries to make small talk with me. Also, holy CRAP it's spring and we need to get our seedlings started.

*Exactly what it sounds like. Only less delectable than you might think. Also if you ask for condiments, they'll give you WAY TOO MUCH mustard, and it will get all over your hand. Fair warning.
**My best-Wisconsin-organizer-friend's wording, which I've co-opted.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

life is a highway

Oh, man, I'm sick. I thought I was PMS-ing because I had that tickle in my throat yesterday. But then last night it turned into full-fledged throat pain, and this morning I can't even swallow. And my nose is running like that's its JOB (it isn't). And tonight I have to drive 1.5 hours to my town to march outside for an hour. And it's Ash Wednesday, which means no meat, which means no chicken soup. There is one vegetarian restaurant in this entire town. Guess where I'm going for lunch.

None of which is really a complaint. More like observations of the situation. Slightly inconveniencing, but eh. Mostly I just wish my throat didn't hurt. But hey! It's Lent! I love Lent!

Let's do this thing.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

and i'm gettin' old

Thank you, Wisconsin, for:

-Making cheese so readily available. And then deep frying it.
-Teaching me how to keep my feet warm despite crazy low temperatures (answer: boots + regular crew socks + boot socks...and even with all that, you only get an hour and a half at MOST before you feel frostbite creeping up on you).
-Taking me down memory lane, to a time when Dad would yell CONSTANTLY at the other drivers on 2-land back roads. Turns out he wasn't having a psychotic break; drivers in the Midwest really are that bad.
-The connections I've made here. The people I work with - union employees and the locals - are AMAZING and I can't even begin to express how much I'm going to miss them.
-Srsly. Chz.

Friday's my last day, then I'm going to Chicago to see family (because I've been SO CLOSE for this whole time but have been working 14-hour days every day, and haven't had a chance). Then, finally, and a little bit regretfully, home.

Monday, March 7, 2011

i've been searchin' for a heart of gold

It's really, really, incredibly hard not to get too emotionally wrapped up in what's going on here in Wisconsin. Last week in "my" town, all but FOUR teachers were given pink slips. That night, I met up with them for a potluck party. We were supposed to be sarcastically celebrating Walker's budget proposal. But it was one of the most devastatingly sad nights of my life. I feel like a jerk for standing in front of them, and feeling so deeply for them, but still having a stable job that pays well. And for not being emotionally and financially attacked by the people I serve. And for going back to a town that isn't completely economically depressed after this.

They asked each other for donations to go towards publishing ads to bring attention to the finer points of the budget, and I didn't know what to do. If I'm really helping them, shouldn't I give them something? But where does it end? They have my time, my attention, my comfort (picketing in freezing weather for several hours each day never gets easier), my presence, my energy. The other people on my team do this all day, every day, always. I don't know how. I asked what they do to keep their lives separate from the people they help in communities, and they really didn't know what to tell me. I guess most of them eventually burn out and have to change jobs? Or they burn out and just go through the motions? That's not what any of MY people seem to be doing, and they've been at this for years.

I just want to be able to tell my future kids and grandkids that I was here. That I was one of the protesters/organizers who helped to save collective bargaining rights, and to protect the middle class from the psychotic Scott Walker. And that they should totally make me a sandwich because, damnit, it was hard.