Memories

For those of you not actively stalking me, you might not know that I am actually a newlywed. In some ways, I ruined my own fun this last year, trying not to be the gushing bride and murder my newsfeed with wedding-wedding-wedding. I kind of wish I had reveled in the fun a bit more. Most of my friends appreciated it though, and honestly I've moved on from the wedding brain to being awesome because I have a fantastic marriage. Now you can't get me to shut up about how great my husband is.

We just ooze glory.

Over the course of our relationship, I've come to realize I am a much greater procrastinator than I thought. Par exempe - I finally took my gown from my mom's closet, to the cleaners, and have brought it home, more than a year after my April 14th wedding to the illustrious Dino Duet.

  My only true regret is it's bad luck to wear it more than once.

He's a good guy, with his own quirks and passions. Right now he's bouncing back and forth between Ultracade refurbishing and authoring the final installment of his saga The Human Dinosaurs. I apologize in advance for the borderline seizure inducing page layout. Obviously, since I've been involved in the project, it is most definitely fucked the fuck up with language and graphic content, and not suitable for your damn kids! It's pretty solid story-telling though, and touches on a lot of universal experiences.

 This edition is out of print, but some copies are still out there.

For some more visually friendly pages, check out Amazon or GoodReads for information, reviews, or to order one of the discontinued copies of the series. Since it's publication, we've teamed up to record really fun audio books, and rewrite the series to be better laid out for readers both teen and adult, with potential for a kid-friendly edit.

Haha, I know. Us? Kid-friendly? It could happen...

On that note, for those of you who I know will ask, no, there are no fucking kids in our future. I'm lookin at you, society at large.

Really.

I mean it.

Society, wat r u doin?

Society.

Stahp.

Seriously, stahp.

Anyway, enough about him. Sure, he's special, but this blog is about ME and my fuckin house! Okay, our house, but we all know what's really goin on, eh?

Since the wedding, I've been slowly recovering from the newlywed afterglow and inevitable disappointment of the day, cause let's face it, we're the Disney generation, and ain't no way in hell my broke ass was gonna afford a full blown princess wedding reception. It was still awesome, as you can see in these Wedding Ceremony Highlights taken during the mass.

Not sure who thought it was a good idea to let us handle fire...

 Romantic as fuck.

Since then, I've been focusing on building a hearth/home/other sappy pussy names for a nice fucking place to live. It's been a journey, and even though it's a snail's pace, I've looked back and realized how much this house has become a home. 
I also put together an adorable little shadow box of all the things from our little reception! 
Look at it! LOOK!

The coin was in a King Cake we ordered from Husband's hometown.

Not pictured is the garter, as I have yet to find it. I'm pretty sure my cousin kept it after he was the only one to try to catch it, so in a way I guess he earned it? 

I'm pretty sure this little box will find it's way into a table inset in the future. For now it just floats from surface to surface in the house, gracing different rooms with it's nostalgic presence.

I'm debating making a scrapbook, but the shadow box has pretty much all the pretties, and a photo book seems a little obsolete? What say you folks? Leave your input in the comments!