tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66450965433612678862024-03-04T20:23:57.536-08:00Confessions...Lightbulbs...DreamsMy life in a nutshell.Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645096543361267886.post-44593986929955551512014-01-16T13:02:00.000-08:002014-01-16T13:02:12.399-08:00Because SHERLOCK.I am dreading yet looking forward to finally sitting down and watching the
final episode of Sherlock Season 3. Also, it's episode 3. That's right,
my show is so cool IT'S OVER IN 3 WEEKS. There's just too much
awesomeness to be contained in a normal season. I figure if I keep
pretending I can't watch it I can drag it out longer.<br />
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withdrawals......Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645096543361267886.post-79955775515502847382013-10-08T10:10:00.000-07:002013-10-08T10:10:16.279-07:00Costumes Ideas for the Costumeless (and Society-less)My husband and I were discussing Halloween and costume possibilities. You know, in case we bother to dress up to hand out candy to the kids on our street or by some miracle happen to be invited to a party. I would take initiative and throw the damn thing myself but we have no parking and the landlord is our neighbor, so I'd rather not. I'll instead throw out subtle hints via Facebook.<br />
Anyways, so we're talking about costumes. I love the idea of couple costumes but nothing stupid, slutty, or cheesy. I also don't want to spend a fortune. So I brought up my possibilities: Kate Beckett from the TV show Castle, or Amy Farrah Fowler from The Big Bang Theory.<br />
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Me: "Totally random, but here's an idea. I buy a frumpy dress from Salvation Army and can be Amy for Halloween! Or I could be Beckett and you could be Castle."<br />
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E: "No. You're way too hot to be Amy. You could pull off Beckett though."<br />
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He's so romantic :) FYI I could totally pull off Amy Farrah Fowler. But E's too short to be Sheldon. Maybe I'll dye my hair blond and he can be Leonard to my Penny.<br />
<br />Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645096543361267886.post-71698557154180765412013-09-26T15:03:00.000-07:002013-09-26T15:03:02.429-07:00I Friggin Love FallIt is officially my favorite season. And has been since Frodo's birthday (any Geek or literary nerd worth their salt better know this). Honestly, what's not to love about Autumn?? Ok besides the ever shorter days, that I will agree is a bummer. I'd love to have an Autumn with the sunset around 8pm. But besides that, why complain? GORGEOUS scenery, especially if you are lucky enough to live in New England and get to see foliage out your windows. Perfect temperatures - sunny and warm during the day but cool in the evenings and early mornings, giving you the perfect excuse to curl up in a blanket, next to your sweetie, or with a beloved furry pet whether they are willing or no. There's apple picking, apple cider hot and cold, pumpkin everything, hot cocoa or tea. Fall fashion is the best. Fall is the blessed season for academics such as myself, with schools back in session and all those pens, pencils, planners, notebooks, and textbooks begging to be used! I love nothing better than walking on a university campus. I can know not a soul but still feel entirely at home.<br />
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So I'm sitting here, doing my homework *writing my blog* and listening to Pandora, which of course I keep referring to as Pandorica. If you don't get the reference you don't watch Doctor Who and need to immediately. It will change your life. If you hate the show, stop reading this blog because no doubt I won't be much more likeable. Anyways, I'm not even one month into class and I'm behind in the readings. Not that it's vital since there's no exams, but if I don't do the readings I don't learn as much. So I'm trying to be good and catch up. Unfortunately there are so many things on the web to distract me. Like this new discovery of epic cuteness:<br />
<a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/summeranne/meet-sir-stuffington-the-cutest-pirate-in-the-world" target="_blank">http://www.buzzfeed.com/summeranne/meet-sir-stuffington-the-cutest-pirate-in-the-world</a><br />
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Oh holy hell I get distracted so easily.<br />
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Speaking of distractions, since this is too long to post on Facebook I'll post my rant here. I went out to Amherst today for some errands and fun me-shopping and on my way back home I ended up stuck behind a semi truck whose driver was clearly either new to driving huge trucks or just completely inept at his job. Every damn hill we came to, and there's a lot on Route 9, he slowed down just before the hill and then continued to lose his speed up the hill. Normally cars are doing 50mph on this road but everyone behind him was doing around 30-35. We barely hit 45, which is the posted speed limit. I had this witch pass me AND the semi just to get away, while I decided to be a law-abiding citizen for once and only pass in a passing zone, which of course every time I reached I had oncoming traffic preventing me from freeing myself from the Bumbling Behemoth. At one point I was sandwiched between BB and another semi who knew how to drive and negotiate hills and was therefore eating my bumper. Clearly we were playing a game of turn the compact Jetta into a more compact 2-seater, and without my consent. I was finally able to pass when BB figured out how to pull off the road a bit and let me zoom by. I was ever so grateful.<br />
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For those not in the know: tomorrow is my birthday. Oddly, I find myself more excited by birthdays the older I get, even though I now want to be in denial about my age. Not that it matters, since I still look several years younger than I actually am. Last year I had someone ask me if I was a sophomore in college. I responded "Um, actually I'm in grad school." They were embarrassed, I was embarrassed, it was all good and awkward. I'm still in grad school FYI, and will be at least another year. Oh and I'm turning 26 tomorrow. Which freaks me out, but there will be gifts and cake, so I'll be fine. Part of my freakout is that by tomorrow I will no longer have any health insurance. I've thus far been covered by my parents (which is awesome since my husband uses his student health insurance and is just never sick), but will no longer be eligible and like the good procrastinator I am I have not applied for state insurance. Thankfully I just refilled my prescriptions so I have a little time, but still. I need to get my arse in gear before I run out. I don't want to deal with me off my anti-depressants!<br />
Aside from the major bummer of no health insurance, tomorrow is gonna be good. The only gift I know about for certain is my brothers - he's giving me Iron Man 3. I can't wait to watch it again.<br />
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Ok off I go!Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645096543361267886.post-48444102884045930532013-09-13T07:48:00.000-07:002013-09-13T07:48:29.357-07:00Oh My God I Did It Again<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This is how I spend most of my mornings - waking up in bed to see my furry little monsters staring at me (not always from the bed of course, sometimes lurking on the floor), waiting for me to open my eyes so they can start talking about how hungry they are. Literally, talking. Not English, because frankly that would be too much for my caffeine-deprived morning brain, but in chirps and meows. Incessantly, mind you.<br />
The rest of my mornings, since my summer class ended, have been spent either reading or browsing the Internet (I.E. Facebook or Buzzfeed) until I happen to notice several hours have passed and I've done nothing productive. Again. I seriously need to be paid to procrastinate, I do it so damn well.<br />
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Soooo, yeah, I apologize for never getting back to this poor deprived blog. What with all the time I've wasted, plus sleep, and other necessities, I've just been swamped. And now it's the start of a new semester! I am back in another class - World War I - as well as starting my graduate assistantship for my university's Center for Teaching and Learning. And I've jumped in with both feet, not really knowing the waters or how well I can swim. My job for the next 2 years is working as the assistant editor for the Center's online magazine; I'm in charge of email correspondence, arranging for reviewers and submissions, setting up meetings, and actually publishing the magazine to the internet. My assistantship calls for 15hrs of work each week but I have a feeling I will be pulling extra hours at home. This as well as staying on top of my readings and research for class. I'd really like to not BS my way through my first few assignments, which means I need to actually read the books I'll be citing for my paper at the end of term.<br />
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In other news: Husband and I recently celebrated our 2-year wedding anniversary. Definitely a lot more squabbling this past year, but I still love him and couldn't survive without him. And in our defense, this past year was horrendous. A lot of stress from school and all its lovely demands on both of us, sudden deaths in the family, and I lost my jobs. Yeah, jobs. "Let go" from one (which at least gave me the grace of quitting and sending in a letter of resignation) and fired from another. In their defense, I had taken advantage of their leniency towards calling out, and did so way too often. Usually because I was actually sick, but often because my depression had become bad and I couldn't even get out of bed. And I never divulged this to either employer. And honestly I think the one that fired me didn't really believe me when I told them I had lost another family member the same week as the first one (2 grandparents, 2 different sides of the family, and within days of each other). Oh well. Live and learn! (Such as, I will never call out again and just give my coworkers whatever plague I've contracted. I love to share.)<br />
But I digress! Our anniversary we spent the whole day in Newburyport, Massachusetts. Got some sun at Plum Island and walked around downtown. Husband couldn't take more than the day off, and since we're saving for a house neither of us wanted to spend money going somewhere for the weekend, but the day trip was wonderful. A whole day where we acted like newlyweds once more. It was a nice break from the norm!<br />
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Much like life in general.<br />
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I like to be busy, I like having deadlines (to put off until they're right on top of me and I'm panicking), but then all that busy catches up with me and I want nothing more than to wake up in the morning and have nothing to do all day. I can sit on the couch and read or switch from Pinterest to Facebook all day. <br />
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Right now I'm busy, but about to get another respite. I'm finishing up a summer class, and being classic me I've procrastinated fabulously, so now I'm hastily finishing up readings, writing two 3-5 page essays with one more due next week, and pulling together a presentation for the class tomorrow night. I told my husband I wasn't going to procrastinate this time but I still did. I started out fine, but this was a 6-week course at the grad level and the professor assigned more reading than there is time in the day. You have no choice but to read everything because every other day required at least two posts to a discussion board regarding that day's readings. So I slid back and everything just piled on top of me in a heap of ink and paper.I'm still clawing my way to the surface. Paper is slippery.<br />
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Since my last entry was from March, I owe myself and my invisible army of readers an update. Check again in a week, which if you've seen how often I update this thing is pretty damn fast. However I have priorities at the moment: finishing this class with my dignity intact is the highest right now, followed by cracking open a good novel and letting my brain melt a little. And then cleaning the house....and riding.....grocery shopping......and prepping for fall classes....Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645096543361267886.post-62314482008228849472013-03-25T21:30:00.002-07:002013-03-25T21:30:35.661-07:00Church FamilyOk so this post will be more of a rant than an actual 'life of a newlywed' post. But it does tie in to my life as a newlywed.<br />
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For the past couple years my husband and I have been going to this really great church in our area called Fellowship. Their basic idea is to create a community-based congregation and then spread the love of Christ through the community via giving back and helping. It's an amazing place - if someone is in financial trouble or sick, or having a rough week, the pastor or someone else will check up, offer help, or even stop by with comfort food. Being quiet and rather shy, neither my hubby nor I know many people but we both feel at home at Fellowship.<br />
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Before the switch, I had gone, with my family, to a very Evangelical/Pentecostal church for about 13 years. I still struggle with a lot of hurt and anger towards that church because of the kind of person I was in middle school and high school and how much of an outsider I felt like growing up going there twice a week. While I didn't know it at the time, I had (and still have) an anxiety disorder. I was the weirdo girl with glasses who sat in a corner and drew pictures or read a book at youth group because no one wanted to talk to me and I was too shy to make the first move. This is the same youth group that taught us to never date in high school, that sex before marriage was evil, homosexuality was a sin, and hugs between the opposite sex had to be 'safe' - a hug from the side. During college when I was diagnosed with the anxiety and depression, I was told by various church members that I needed to go the non-medication route; that is, those people who didn't think that I needed to just 'get over' my mental illness. At my lowest point, I had no one to turn to, no one but my parents to confide in and I hated making them worry.<br />
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So my vent is this: What is wrong with the Christian church? There are so many double standards, and I keep seeing them at the church I used to attend. Marriages ending in messy divorces, teens getting knocked up, even the pastor's daughter was pregnant before she was engaged. Some of the same kids I grew up with are now borderline alcoholics, they've done drugs, and others have done complete turn-arounds and are homosexual or bi. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gays; I have very good friends and family who are gay and I love them. What I have a problem with is a church that spends all this time saying how we need to bring more people in, and focus on increasing the numbers of the congregation, and are basically shutting out and pushing away the members that are already there and hurting. When we left, they had started following this bullshit belief that Christians by virtue of their goodness ought to be blessed with money, and all their problems solved, and if you were having troubles you were somehow less of a Christian; you didn't have enough faith and that was bad. Oh and if you left the church because you didn't agree with certain things or just needed to find some place closer to where you lived? Shunned. <br />
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In conclusion, the problem with the Christian church, or at least a lot of them, is hypocrisy. I know big shock. But seriously, you want to show how great God is and how loving Jesus was? Shut your pie holes, get out in your communities, and give back. Love on people regardless of their religious leanings, sexual preferences, and political parties. Be the family you maybe have but definitely want to have.<br />
Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645096543361267886.post-64911705473171978662013-02-26T14:07:00.003-08:002013-02-26T14:07:37.286-08:00Dear God I SuckYeah......so it's been a year since the previous post? <br />
New Year's resolution - keep tabs on the damn blog! Even if only for my own sake!<br />
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Quick summary for 2012 - overall a decent year. I started a new job at a local library and discovered just how much I LOVE working around books, checked a few more classes off my list of credits needed for my MA in history, and finally started riding a new horse more regularly.<br />
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December, in a word, sucked. December is stressful. Husband and I are wrapping up our semester and stressing over papers (me), projects and final exams (him). On top of that we have family and friends wanting to get together to celebrate the holidays, but there are only so many weekends in the month and we still have to get some shopping done for said relatives. I am not on good terms with my husband's step-mother, so any get-together is a treat to say the least. Last year she heard from someone I've never met who heard from someone else that I was pregnant and instead of asking me just ignored me all Christmas. I never confirmed the rumor because it was none of her business. This year my sister-in-law announced she was expecting and of course everyone was overjoyed, and she and her husband were spoiled with gifts. Thankfully my husband at least received the extension cord he wanted. I am still waiting on the french press I asked for. Family.<br />
But on top of this, my grandpa, Bumpa as he is known to my mother's side of the family, had to go to the hospital after he fell at home and cracked some ribs. We ended up bringing Christmas to him in the rehab center so he would be surrounded by family. It turned out to be his last gift to us. The next day he suffered a minor heart attack, then went fairly peacefully in his sleep that evening. I held his hand the whole time; my mum, one aunt and a couple cousins were with him as well. I still miss him, but he's with his wife now, who left us 2 days before my wedding.<br />
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The Saturday after Christmas we were hit by another blow - my grandma, my dad's mother, died of a heart attack. None of us were expecting it. I buried 2 grandparents in 2 weeks. My husband's family never came to pay respects.<br />
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As if that were not a horrible enough way to start 2013, right after the funerals I came down with the flu. Between that and the funerals I took too much time off from work and lost both my part-time jobs in one week. I am now unemployed, looking for a new job!<br />
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Husband has a full class schedule which only lets him work weekends this semester. I'm doing what I can to help make life easier for him, keeping the house clean and providing healthy, hearty meals to eat. Our lease on the apartment is up for renewal at the end of March, and since our new landlord is also our neighbor, the walls are thin, and he is loud, I know our rent will be increasing. Utilities are not covered, so an increase could mean moving elsewhere. I've begun taking inventory of what can be stored, what can be sold/donated, and what can be packed up for now.<br />
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2013 may have started off rough, but I am determined to make the best of things!Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645096543361267886.post-6804196433600017242012-03-12T08:54:00.000-07:002013-09-26T15:16:03.581-07:00The Upside of DownMy several month hiatus can be easily explained (can't they all?). First and foremost, several near-catastrophies blipped on my mental radar, rendering all else moot. Second, I was simply so busy I forgot this dear little blog of mine even existed. Much chai tea and cosseting have gone into making it feel that it was not ignored on purpose, merely a result of my scatterbrained actions, and the result of one big event after another pushing all other thoughts into the cobwebbed corners of my noggin.<br />
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So what have we missed, my non-existent readers? How about a snowstorm. In <i>October</i>. I had to go in to work the evening of the 28th for a special Halloween program; it had started snowing at 1:30 in the afternoon, so there was at least a couple of inches already on the ground when I headed out my door at 3:30. My Corolla has front-wheel drive, but I was still sliding all the way to work, a thirty-minute commute. I wanted so badly to call out because of the weather but I knew a lot of employees would be doing the same and I didn't want to leave them short-handed. The whole evening was a PR nightmare, culminating in the cancellation of the event and the offer of full refunds after branches started falling down where kids and their parents were walking for the festivities. You couldn't see the Jack-O-Lanterns 10 yards from the back of the visitor center for all the snow coming down! It took me well over one hour to get back home, the roads were so treacherous. The wet, heavy snow on top of trees still holding on to autumn foliage brought down a lot of trees, as well as power lines, so our apartment was in the dark when I finally got home. My husband had an equally treacherous drive home from his work place in his rear-wheel Chevy pick-up.<br />
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Six days later, power was finally restored to our street. Six days of not being able to cook, bathe, or keep food cold. I was stuffing the fridge and freezer with chunks of snow to keep products from spoiling, and we used a tailgate grill to cook most of our meals. The entire second and third floors of our apartment were closed off to conserve what heat we could glean from sunshine. The living room floor became our bed, with every available blanket and pillow down to make things more warm and comfortable. It was a nomadic existence, and I'd rather not experience it any time soon. Back in the Ice Storm of 2008, my family had been caught without power for over a week; I remember heating water on our woodstove to wash our hair and dishes and collecting snow and ice to melt into water for our horses before we were able to find a generator to use. This time, in the freak October 2011 Snowstorm, my husband and I had no generator. My step-mother-in-law (a mouthful, I know!) and her family got their power back 2 days before us, but had also had the use of a generator and had invited us to come down and stay with them, but I've never felt welcome in that house and I knew it would be loud and overcrowded with friends and relatives who were also taking advantage of the hospitality. My husband and I were also worried about pipes freezing, and we wanted to stay close to our landlady, who was also our neighbor. Nelly, an adorable 90-year old woman, had rented our apartment to us for a price our newlywed budget could afford, and since her family did not live nearby we wanted to make sure she was alright and getting food. Any warm meal we made the first few days was portioned out so she received some as well. One of her nieces actually came and got her our third day without power, so at least she would be in a warm house with family and proper food.<br />
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After that things started to go back to normal. We had sad news for Thanksgiving - our landlady had been hospitalized and passed away. We were sad to hear this but equally worried because it meant our future at the apartment was unsure - we had never signed a lease. Other than that little cloud and both of us having to work the actual holiday, it was a good first Thanksgiving - I successfully roasted my very first turkey. I'm still quite proud.<br />
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And then the BOMB dropped. December in our household, at least for the next few years, involves stressing over finals as well as stressing over Christmas shopping. Added to that stress, I hadn't been feeling too great for a couple of days. Found out pretty fast exactly why when I peed on a stick and it gave me that little "+" sign - I was pregnant. I can't remember which started first, the crying or the hyperventilating, but either way it was not the way I had imagined finding out and telling my husband! We were both using protection because neither of us was ready to start a family.<br />
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Let me take a quick moment to say how much this surprise was a turning point. I grew up in a very Pentacostal, semi-conservative (pants were fine, sex before marriage and gays were a ticket to Hell) Church and had been raised believing in the sanctity of new life. But now faced with a new life that was not wanted, I had to make a decision for myself. I still stand by that decision, that it was the right one for both my husband and I. There were a LOT of factors going into this decision, so it wasn't made lightly. Neither of us was ready for a baby.<br />
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The rest of the time since then has been recovering from a rough winter and of course getting over some of the psychological effects of an abortion. There's no regret but there's still voices saying what I did was horrible and evil, mostly voices drummed into my brain from a lifetime of conservative teachings.<br />
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On a happy note, just before the massive snowstorm, we adopted a kitten! She's a Maine Coon mix, and completely adorable. I found her through an ad on Craigslist asking for help with a sick kitten. She had been found alone and cold in an alley, and had contracted an upper respiratory infection. The boogers are finally getting under control, but the infection at least is gone. I've named her Bellatrix, or Bella. She has more personality than her round little fluffy body can contain! She and my other cat, Maggie, at first had to be separated but are now very close and love to groom each other as well as tear through the apartment all batshit crazy.<br />
<br />Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645096543361267886.post-79790167153134803352011-09-20T11:25:00.000-07:002011-09-20T11:25:07.661-07:00AdjustmentsMarriage is a partnership. It is also an adjustment. You're taking two people, with all their likes, dislikes, quirks and flaws and throwing them together in the same house in a contract that is both spiritually and legally binding. Now, assuming the two haven't been living together before the marriage, suddenly they're thrown together every single day, no break, no change except for the comings and goings necessary for a daily job and errands. For some, for many, this can be a huge stress, and can even cause rifts. So far, my new husband and I cannot get enough of each other, but then again, we hardly see each other. While I am going to work part-time and school very part-time to get my Master's in History, he is working almost full-time (at just under 40 hours each week) and going to school full-time to get his Bachelor's in Architecture and Design. His service in the US Army gives him the benefit of four years of college paid in full. This is a great opportunity for him and I will never begrudge him anything, but it's a terrible strain having him gone from 7:30 in the morning to 10:00 at night five nights each week. Saturdays I get to see him by 6 in the evening, and Sundays, glorious, God-given Sundays, we have the entire day together. This we spend cuddling in the mornings, going to church, and then spending the afternoon getting him caught up on homework for the week. I'm hoping one of these Sundays to take a break and go somewhere fun after church, maybe Davis' Farmland for the giant corn maze, or an afternoon of edification in Boston at the Museum of Fine Arts. My job at a living history museum and our statuses as college students can either get us in free or for a great discount just about anywhere! I've become quite adept at utilizing the system!Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645096543361267886.post-46831967829775453342011-09-17T09:23:00.000-07:002013-09-26T15:05:08.615-07:00A Brief IntroductionExactly 4 weeks ago today, I was waiting with my bridesmaids in a toddler Sunday School room, waiting for my wedding ceremony to start and <i>finally</i> no longer feeling like I needed to puke. When older women tell you how fast your wedding day goes, they mean it! It wasn't a blur until we got to the reception though. I can remember each aspect of the ceremony with perfect clarity; the vows, the reading, the prayer and first communion, exchanging our rings and being announced as husband and wife. Remember the kiss Prince William gave Kate Middleton? That was my kiss too.<br />
The reception was much busier than I thought. You don't realize how little time the bride and groom actually get to party at their own reception until you <i>are</i> the bride or groom and people keep pulling you away for photos. I missed a couple songs I had wanted to dance to because I was too busy smiling for photos and talking to all my guests! Don't worry, I didn't pull a <i>Father of the Bride </i>and not get my father/daughter dance. I got that and a dance with my 87-year-old grandfather to a Bing Crosby song from the year he married my grandmother - 1945! <br />
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I decided to start this blog as a way to capture everything that goes on in this first year of marriage, as it's usually the one that can make or break a couple. We're all adults (presumably) here so I'm not sugar-coating things. I will be blunt but I will not be crude. I want to record as much as possible; the funny, the weird, the frustrating, and the disappointing.<br />
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Off we go.....Lasheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04943706523701390140noreply@blogger.com0