Countdown

On Thursday morning, Brendan and I will fly to Coshocton, Ohio, for Clay and Heather's wedding! I can't believe it's almost here. They got engaged a few days before Brendan and I were married, so it feels unreal that their wedding is only days away. (That means Brendan and I have been married for seven months! Weird.) I just want to get to Ohio. I'm so excited about the weekend that I want to start packing, but I'm forcing myself to wait one more day before piling everything into my suitcase. I can't wait to see my family and start enjoying all the wedding festivities. We're having karaoke at the rehearsal dinner, so I've been thinking long and hard about what I want to sing.

The other day, I was in David's Bridal trying to find some earrings for my bridesmaid dress. (Actually, it's a groom's attendant dress; I'm standing on Clay's side, which I think is wonderful.) I walked into the store and felt a little bit smothered by all the veils and guest books and puffy dresses. Brendan was with me, and on the way out I told him, "I am so glad that I'm done with being engaged."

I was talking to Clay the other day, asking him about the wedding, and he told me this story that he'd heard from an older woman at his church. Her daughter, engaged and very stressed out about wedding planning, said, "Mom, I thought being engaged was supposed to be fun!" The mom replied, "No dear, being engaged is awful, but after the wedding life is so wonderful." Yep, that sounds about right.

The smitten kittens

The Corners Always Get You

Today, I smacked my foot on the corner of the entertainment center while doing cartwheels in the living room. For anyone who knows me well, this is not surprising.

I was watching TV before Brendan came home from work, and two little girls were doing cartwheels in their backyard. I thought to myself, "I used to be able to do cartwheels right and left when I was a kid. I wonder if I can still do one."

It turns out that I can still do a cartwheel... just not in the middle of the living room.

A Needle Is Never a Good Sign

I'm lying flat on my back thanks to a blindly-painful shot given to me at the doctor's office this evening. Thank you, sinus infection. You give such wonderful gifts.

On a lighter note, it's T-minus 48 hours until the Fat Tuesday Reunion! On Thursday, five of my closest college friends and I will head to Lake Travis for a much-needed girls' weekend. It's been about a year since our diaspora after college, and I'm so ready to spend some time with these girls. I have no doubt that the weekend will involve laughter, gossip, and lots and lots of food. The latter is a given; I mean, just look at our name.

Looking for Alaska

No, I'm not talking the about the state, but rather John Green's fantastic novel Looking for Alaska. The book came highly recommended by many of my friends, and since I love Young Adult lit I put it on my reading list. It thoroughly exceeded my expectations. Looking for Alaska is heartbreaking, yet so beautiful and such a pleasure to read. Even if you're not a fan of YA lit, you need to read this book because it perfectly captures the feelings of real love and loss.



In other news, I'm going to San Antonio for the weekend! I'll be getting my bridesmaid dress altered, doing some shopping with mom, and catching up with the fam. Unfortunately Brendan won't be able to come because tomorrow is iDay at the AT&T Store with the launch of the new iPhone, but he'll stay super-busy with work all weekend.

I'm a Big Kid Now

For the first time in my life, I'm beginning to feel like an adult. I graduated from college, started grad school, got married, and am financially independent. I can't sleep in past 9:30 in the morning, and riding those scary roller coasters at Six Flags make me feel as if I'm going to black out.

So, I've tried to channel all that adult-ness into my morning cereal. I've always been a cereal girl; I turn my nose up at bagels, Poptarts, and any other breakfast food that I can't pour milk on and eat with a spoon. And don't even think about convincing me to go without breakfast - do you want to see me pass out before 10:30?

Over the last several months, I've tried to wean my palate off the sugary kiddie cereals that are so near and dear to my heart and move on to more substantial adult cereals: Kashi, Raisin Bran, Fiber One. However, my heart just isn't in it. (Have you ever tried Fiber One? "Twigs" have no place in one's cereal, even if they are fiber-y.) So, it's back to the old tried and true - Reese's Peanut Butter Puffs. I figure all that peanut butter makes it a little healthier than Cocoa Pebbles, right? Right?