7.20.2011

the complexioN of love

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conversation last night:


me: my skin has been clearer than it's ever been lately... no zits!

rob: see what happens when you finally agree to marry me? you're in balance. i complete you.

5.20.2011

fill iN the blaNk fRiday: JuNk iN the tRuNk


1.   people always tell me i look like  ...i'm tired. awesome. actually, i don't ever really get a look-alike comment. which is cool. i'm unique!


2.  friends don't let friends  drive hungry.


3.  a sunny day is perfect for   sitting on my deck with a good magazine. or a hike in the woods!


4.  my favorite accessory is my butt. seriously. once i got this thing, i just can't leave home without it! and it makes my jeans look awesome.


5.  if i could afford it i would   travel the world, while scoping items to sell in my boutique.


6.  the cure for boredom is  lost to me. but lauren's suggestion is good!


7.  i am currently "in like" with  pearl and the beard, exploring wines of the world, laura george prints, and purging my closet to make room for the refined/defined style on which i am currently curating in my mind. enough of this office wear takeover!!

5.19.2011

committed

so now that our engagement is finally (okay, for months now) official, i'm "allowed" to talk about it, and marriage, and all the work it took to get me to this point of acceptance. for years, simply being in a relationship was hard for me. my brain is so very independent that it often fought my heart over being attached to someone, potentially allowing myself to - dear god! - depend on someone, and worst of all, the idea of forming a union with another person that would, on any level, make me feel a loss of self. clearly, marriage requires the realization of all of these ideas.


i really hated the concept of wifedom. i'd get all spazzy just thinking of the word "wife" and how it seems to inevitably become a title, an occupation, an excuse... even though i know deep in my heart that there is nothing "typical" in the functioning of our relationship (rob probably cooks 60% of the time / i've never done his laundry / we clean the house together / we socialize regularly without one another), i couldn't fight off the fear that becoming a WIFE would change all of that. because, after all, isn't that what everyone claims? that being married changes everything? i didn't know how i was going to be able to move on  and really, truly commit to rob. i mean, we had lived together, bought a house together, discussed and agreed that we were in it for the long haul, and would stop running away and quitting when shit got ugly. or boring. or lonely. we agreed to stick it out and really, really work to be together; choose to be together. so WHY couldn't i stand the thought of marriage??




i spent hours trying to solve this riddle with my closest of friends; i made a little bit of progress. i witnessed my best friend's wedding and confirmed six months later that nothing, in fact, had changed in her relationship after said nuptials; i felt a little better. i discovered the blog a practical wedding and quickly found that i wasn't the only woman on the planet to feel this way - so much so that there is an entire section for reclaiming wife; i saw a light at the end of the tunnel! i kept reading; i started feeling brave enough to form my own opinions. i read committed, a gift from my best friend that worked wonders on my brain. i read more APW posts about forming baby families (whether or not actual babies are involved). i learned about infidelity, betrayal, doubt and loss; i learned about strength, commitment, compromise and joy. ...all the while, paying very very close attention to my reactions and their reasons, and what thought processes i could adjust to change that fighting feeling. i did all of this because i wanted to. even though my brain felt like it was on another planet, my heart wanted very much to marry rob. not because everyone thought we should, not because society told us we had to, and certainly not just so that he could be on my health insurance plan. i wanted the reason for us to get married to simply be that we wanted to.


oh, and i should mention that all through this, rob patiently waited. even though he didn't fully understand my need to work through the concept of marriage, he never rushed me. occasionally, my guilt rushed me. and in those moments, we would talk about marriage, weddings, and our relationship. these conversations always ended the same: rob telling me to take my time, that he would wait forever to marry me. and guess what? eventually, the absence of pressure - from rob - pushed me through the last hesitation. i was finally ready.


and then i waited.


i had considered proposing to rob. it made sense. he was the one waiting for me; i was the one holding things up. so i should do the dirty work, right? except i knew that it was something that he (sort-of) wanted to do. in our conversations, numerous things had come up regarding marriage or weddings where i would say, "oh, no - that's not going to happen!" and he would need a day to process, and then accept, my declaration. like me not taking his name. it wasn't that it offended him; he had just always imagined that i would. somehow one of those conversations included thoughts on the actual proposal - and the fact that he had thoughts on the proposal. i decided to let him have this one. i mean, you can't take a boy's dream of his wedding/marriage away from him! so i sat back, trying to reassure rob that i really, really meant it, while his best friend urged him to hurry before i beat him to the punch (unaware of my scrapped plan to do so). finally, while on vacation in february, "it" happened (maybe i'll share that story another day).






i was not prepared for the excitement i would feel upon being officially engaged to marry my best friend (in case you know, and are counting - yes, rob is best friend #3 featured in this story). i was not prepared for the joy it brought our families, especially that of my pappap, who virtually giggled, hugged me numerous times and held my hand for hours after i delivered the news. i had no idea i would feel so at peace with the beginning of the planning process or that i would want to be really, really considerate of our friends and family that would be included along the way.


what i know is that i'm so glad that i took my time.

2.23.2011

feeliNg Righteous - or - gloom aNd doom


i am tired of the following:
  • people defending models that are too skinny. i am a skinny person and i still think there is something seriously wrong with the fashion industry in the "ideal" body type it defines.
  • people trying to be cooler than everyone else. i'm not impressed.
  • people who incessantly complain about their ailments. again, not impressed. these details by no means define the person you are. please respect yourself and share with me the important stuff.
  • people who can't think outside of themselves. i like to think that i am an incredibly thoughtful person, and it would be nice that, if you reap the benefits of my friendship, you act in kind. return emails and texts. consider me when making plans so that i don't feel as though i'm forcing myself on you.
  • people who turn social networking into political platforms. go ahead and voice your opinion, but don't soapbox on my territory. this shit is supposed to be FUN!
i'm feeling a little defeated today, so i won't apologize for this. if you feel targeted by my list above, then you have most likely made me sad recently. try to just be a better friend rather than let this upset you, too. kthanks.

2.21.2011

make youR owN samoas

forget the girl scouts.... who needs those little bitches, anyway?!?

(c'mon... i KID, i kid.)

find the delicious recipe here



1.07.2011

foR the biRds

First the birds; now the fish - and crabs? Me telling Rob about the other species dying en masse resulted in the following conversation:

Rob: Well, the world is supposed to end next year, right? So it can't all happen at once; things have to start getting screwy sometime.

Me: If that's the case, hurry up and fix your bus so that I can quit my job.

Rob: Really?

Me: If the world is really ending in 2012, there is no freaking way I'm wasting my time sitting at a desk anymore! We can spend the next year or two driving around the country, selling sandwiches on the side of the road for gas money.

Rob: Sandwiches? That's shady.

Me: Okay, then. We can pick apples. Join the migrant workers.

Rob: And poop on lettuce. Let's do it.


12.05.2010

steal.

i wanted these awesome satin shoes made by simple last year. They were sold exclusively at nordstrom's (from what i could tell) and cost about $70. i "simply" (hardeeharhar) can't justify spending that on sneakers...


i found them at ross dress for less yesterday for $16.99. yoink!! i SO took these bitches home.