My Simple Life?

I don’t ususally post stuff like this, but there are exceptions to every rule

 25 SIGNS YOU HAVE GROWN UP

25. Your houseplants are alive, and you can’t smoke any of them.

24. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.

23. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.

22. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.

21. You hear your favorite song in an elevator.

20. You watch the Weather Channel.

19. Your friends marry and divorce instead of ‘hook up’ and ‘break up.


18. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.

17. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as dressed up.

16.You’re the one calling the police because those kids next
door won’t turn down the stereo.

15. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.

14. You don’t know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.

13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.

12. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald’s leftovers.

11. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.

10.You take naps.

9. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one .

8.Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset,
rather than settle, your stomach.

7. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.

6. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer pretty good stuff.

5. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.

4. ‘I just can’t drink the way I used to’ replaces ‘I’m never going to drink that much again.

3. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.

2.When you find out your friend is pregnant you congratulate them instead of asking ‘Oh my god what the hell happened?’

And the number one sign you are getting old is:

1. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn’t apply to you and can’t find one. Then you forward it to a bunch of old friends ’cause you know they’ll do the same damned thing.

— How about the fact that this was sent to me and had a few swears in it. I deleted them because (a) my mom reads this and (b) they weren’t necessary.

My life is not interesting. Now that wedding planning is over I really have nothing to say. I am not going to stop blogging- I like hearing myself think. So here are my recent thoughts:

** Why doesn’t everyone blog? Jenna, you are home with some adorable and ridiculously funny children. They nap once and a while, your house is always immaculate, so why not blog? Or Cels…we have talked about blogging before. You are at an incredible place in your life - fill us in on the details. Craw, I know you are saving your juicy campaign trail stories for a book, but how about a sneak preview???

** How is it that some people are making money on this blogging nonsence? Do tell.

**I need a new job (see thought number 2).

** I have been married for a month, how crazy is that? Time flies.

Sorry this post is lame. I got nothing, but I will work on it.

There is a three year old I know, he has a super cool first name, but recently has decided that he wants to be called Boo Bah. I love it. I make it a point to swing by his room at least 5 times during the day just to ask Boo Bah how his day is going. I love it mostly because it reminds me of a time when Little Bird insisted she be called Steven. Remember that? Oh how we tormented that poor child. I think it was approximately three days before she gave up the dream and went back to her birth name. I still chuckle thinking about how much fun that was.

Our crab died last week. TC (The Crab..would have been The Hermit Crab, but THC implies we live a much cooler lifestyle than we actually do) was a good crab. We got him when we lived on The Cape. He loved to hang out, he loved to crawl around on the apartment floor. He had the best personality. If you don’t believe me you should meet our other crab Paco. TC was never a crab meant to live in the wild. He would stay in his shells long after he had outgrown them. He was innocent. He never knew fear. Long ago, when we first got him, we would play this game. He would run around in is waaaayy to small of a shell and I would pretend my hand was a bird and swoop down and touch him. I tried to explain to him the importance of protection, but he was young and fearless. Ahhh crabs. But it was his time (and by that I mean I have been over having pet hermit crabs for about a year). Poor Paco is greiving, but he’ll be fine…

In other news - work has been awful lately. I find myself seeking solice in toddler rooms. Have you ever been in a room of 10 two year olds?…yeah, I consider it peaceful if that tells you anything.

Dave is doing great. Nothing seems to phase him. If calm, cool and collected were an olympic events he would totally medal.

Anyone on Twitter? I can’t seem to figure it out. Is it any good? Right now I hate it, but I have been wrong in the past. Leave me a comment and let me know what you think. Also this DGM entry cracked me up.

Okay- Bye

We have an on going problem in the Simple Wedding house. You see when we are just hanging out I am usually on the computer and Dave is usually flipping through the channels on the TV.  TV gets old quick when you only have 20 channels. It bores me. However, that is not the problem. The problem is at least twice a week, when I look up from my computer to see what show Dave has settled on it is : ONE TREE HILL.

One Tree Hill…that is a little like Dawson Creek, right? I mean D. Creek was fine (although I still blame them from the fall of Beverly Hills 90210) ten years ago. I am pretty sure I just married the only human (not to mention male) over the age of 20 who is addicted to this teen drama. Oy!

Well, it is over and done and Dave and I couldn’t be happier with how it all turned out. We succeeded in having a simple, yet elegant event with our family and friends. We hope everyone enjoyed themselves as much as we did. We will post pictures when they are available. Until then we are enjoying a couple of days catching up on sleep and spending time together. Back to work tomorrow. Can’t wait until the honeymoon.

Check out our cake!

What kind of question is that? Nervous about what? I don’t even know how to answer when people ask. What is there to be nervous about? Am I nervous that the whole day will go off without a hitch? Not really. I am sure everything won’t run as smoothly as it does in my head, especially because I often forget to tell people how I want it to go. But no one will notice but me and maybe Dave. Am I nervous about everyone having a good time. Nope, don’t really care. You will have fun if you want to and if you don’t you won’t. It is that simple. So I don’t know why I should be nervous. Just for fun, let me ask Dave…( he is playing a video game so this should be interesting)

Me: You nervous yet?
D: About what?
Me:About the wedding?
D:No should I be? Am I suppose to be? Nervous about what? The fact that I have to spend the rest of my life with you, no never. I am nervous that there a lot of dead guys in this game I am playing. That makes me nervous.

There you have it folks.

A long time ago, in a land far, far away Dave and I worked for this cult…er, I mean company. It was amazing. We lived, worked and breathed hiking, environmental education and hands on learning. There was a kind of comfort in a job that has 200 employees that are doing the exact same thing everyday and knowing your boss thinks all his staff is completely interchangable and replacable. Unfortunatley it was a 14 hour a day job in which we lived with our co-workers It all gets to be too much eventually, we needed to move on. However in that whole process we met some amazing people, had some amazing experences and have a constatnt feeling that when all else fails we have a “home” to go back to. In that process we met Reesh. I am not sure, at this point, if we even ever worked for the company at the same time, but at some point our lives crossed paths. She started a blog, I added her to my blog roll. Check her out. Her life is pretty crazy…I certainly don’t envy her situation.

I am cranky. I can’t help it. You are better off just not talking to me or asking me anything until after the wedding. I have no idea why I am so unpleasant. I just am. This apparently is just a very emotional time for me.

On top of that I have the beginnings of either a bad head cold or a sinus infection and work sucks. Oh but that is not all… Gotta love a recession and telling people with families that I need to cut thier hours. Not my fault the company is millions of dollars in the red, hell it is not even the fault of our department… everyone is taking a hit though.

The bottom line is don’t even bother with me for the next few weeks. Everything you say will probably upset me. It is not your fault. It’s me. Just be thankful YOU are not the one living with me.

Nobody knows where ring bearer pillows go to die. Certainly the frilly pillows are not keepsakes for most boys nor are they treasured items for most brides. It is baffling that no one knows what happend to the pillows after a wedding. With that in mind I picked up a pillow yesterday…at the dollar store. As soon as I got home it fell apart. That saved me the trouble of having to figure out how to disassemble it. I added some personal touched and reassembled. I am psyched with it. It will be the prettiest pillow in the landfill for sure.