Who knew having your picture taken could be so exhausting? Certainly not me. Generally I’m the one behind the camera, taking awkward pictures of those I love the most. But today Allan and I were the center of attention because we were being photographed to mark the occasion of our engagement. In other words, we had our engagement pictures taken. Whee! It was a lot of fun, but really draining. Three and a half hours of posing sure can wear a girl out.

I wanted to get these taken, though. I wanted to do something special for this really unique period in our lives. Engagements last such a short period of time in comparison to marriage or sometimes even dating. For us, though, dating lasted six months and the engagement will last for 13. Yes, after six short months, I was sure I wanted to spend forever with him. Actually, I was sure I wanted to spend forever with him after just one month.

I’m currently stressed about a whole bunch of things. Finances with a puppy and upcoming wedding. The dentist. Camping without ‘facilities’ even remotely close. Wanting to lose weight (and being unable to pass up milkshakes). Those sorts of things. Big things and little things, all stressful things.

Wow. When typing that last sentence, I felt like I was doing an impression of Dr. Seuss. Badly.

My fingernails are too long and my skin is dry, so my fingertips are sliding off of the keyboards and my nails are scratching the keys. It’s grossing me out.


I’m sitting here putting together some of my favorite pictures from the past month, and this song came on my Winamp:

There have been several periods in my life when this was the song I could most relate to. Especially this line:
I’m a slow dying flower
Frost killing hour
The sweet turning sour
And untouchable

I used to listen to it over and over and cry my heart out. I’m happy to report that although I still think the song is stunning, it’s no longer reflective of my life.


Me: Do you know what today is?
Allan: Nope
Me: September 18! We’re getting married in exactly one year!
Allan: Oh, that explains why I felt sick when I woke up this morning.

Yes, Internet, I’m marrying a charmer. And yes, we’re getting married in exactly one year. September 18, 2010. I can’t wait.

I’ll share some details.

We’re having the shindig at a 200-year-old plantation house just north of Raleigh. The ceremony is on the front porch and the reception is in a tent in the back yard so I’m praying for good weather. Our primary color is a slate/steel blue and we’re going to have black and white damask accents. I got my dress and it’s beautiful, not what I expected to gravitate towards, but I love it. The dress was over $1,000 (a gift from my father) and I got my veil on Craig’s List for $10. Therein lies the true theme to my wedding: some things will be pricey, some things will be really inexpensive. (We’re hoping more things will be cheap!) With any luck, you won’t be able to differentiate between the two and everything will look great.

For me, Etsy has been a godsend. It’s allowed me to get the fun, little things that I thought were out of my reach. Things like customized wedding invitations, save-the-date cards and logos (see below). Yes, I had a logo made for our wedding… for $5! Inexpensive, I tell ya!

My bridesmaids are girls I’m truly honored to have in my life, and I think Allan feels the same way about his groomsmen. My brothers are going to be ushers and are thrilled to not have to rent tuxuedos.

My mother has stopped being Momzilla (for the time being), but I expect the monster might show her ugly face again at some point before the ‘I do’s’ are spoken. My father, however, has been nothing but supportive, gracious and charming – exactly what the father of the bride is supposed to be.

And like my father, Allan has been incredibly supportive and loving through everything. I know, I know, we’ve only been engaged for five weeks, but I figure he’s off to a really good start!


Me: Do you know what today is?
Allan: Nope
Me: September 18! We’re getting married in exactly one year!
Allan: Oh, that explains why I felt sick when I woke up this morning.

Yes, Internet, I’m marrying a charmer. And yes, we’re getting married in exactly one year. September 18, 2010. I can’t wait.

I’ll share some details.

We’re having the shindig at a 200-year-old plantation house just north of Raleigh. The ceremony is on the front porch and the reception is in a tent in the back yard so I’m praying for good weather. Our primary color is a slate/steel blue and we’re going to have black and white damask accents. I got my dress and it’s beautiful, not what I expected to gravitate towards, but I love it. The dress was over $1,000 (a gift from my father) and I got my veil on Craig’s List for $10. Therein lies the true theme to my wedding: some things will be pricey, some things will be really inexpensive. (We’re hoping more things will be cheap!) With any luck, you won’t be able to differentiate between the two and everything will look great.

For me, Etsy has been a godsend. It’s allowed me to get the fun, little things that I thought were out of my reach. Things like customized wedding invitations, save-the-date cards and logos (see below). Yes, I had a logo made for our wedding… for $5! Inexpensive, I tell ya!

My bridesmaids are girls I’m truly honored to have in my life, and I think Allan feels the same way about his groomsmen. My brothers are going to be ushers and are thrilled to not have to rent tuxuedos.

My mother has stopped being Momzilla (for the time being), but I expect the monster might show her ugly face again at some point before the ‘I do’s’ are spoken. My father, however, has been nothing but supportive, gracious and charming – exactly what the father of the bride is supposed to be.

And like my father, Allan has been incredibly supportive and loving through everything. I know, I know, we’ve only been engaged for five weeks, but I figure he’s off to a really good start!



Oh, Internet. I’m about to be so mushy. Like my friend Tylila says, “love is not a spectator sport,” so apologies in advance.

Tonight is the RBC Center kick-off. On Friday I’ll be working at the first pre-season hockey game, and then a week later, I’ll be at the second. And I don’t want to go. I’m so insanely happy with my personal life right now – I’m madly, crazy in love with my fiance and I can’t get enough of my puppy’s face – I’m afraid to do anything to interrupt the balance of things because I don’t want my happiness to go away.

I kept my job at the arena for two reasons. One, because my job situation is still precarious. Two, because it will basically pay for my wedding. Allan and I won’t have to stress and struggle and survive on only peanut butter sandwiches for the next year (368 days, to be exact). Financial stress be gone.

But I’m going to miss Allan. And I’m going to miss Murphy. And I’m going to be bummed for the first few games. Then I’ll get back into the groove of running my ass off while wearing a smile and a ponytail, and the earth will continue to spin.


I wrote this on Wednesday.

It’s officially fall, my most favorite time of the year. Football, colorful leaves, dark nail polish, low humidity, the State Fair, my birthday, Halloween, etc… But we’ll get to that later. Now that it’s fall – Labor Day weekend has come and gone – that means summer is over. And I had a hell of a summer. Let’s recap, shall we?

Between Memorial Day and Labor Day I:
Took two 400+ mile road trips
Moved in with my (then) boyfriend
Started a new job
Got a puppy
Got engaged

Holy crap, people. Holy. Crap. I don’t think I will ever have a more eventful summer for the rest of my life. Thankfully they were all wonderfully, beautifully, happy events.

To celebrate the end of summer, The Fiance and I packed up the puppy and headed to the beach for a few days with some friends of his. While there I bravely waded out into waist-deep waters to reach a sand barge in the middle (I use the word ‘middle’ loosely) of the Atlantic. I could have been eaten by a shark, I could have been stung by a jelly fish or I could have simply been swept to sea. But no, I conquered my (somewhat irrational) fear of the ocean and was a big, brave girl. Kinda. I squealed the whole time and wouldn’t let Allan let go of my hand, but still! I did it!

Speaking of squealing! I watched Deliverance for the first time and OMG. That is an INTENSE movie! I had no idea.

It was good to get away for a few days. The miserable weather forced us inside where we played board games, watched movies and were made to relax. There was a lot of porch-sitting going on, which was actually quite lovely. And my introduction to some of Allan’s closest friends went as smooth as silk. Reason being: his friends are damn cool.

So, now I’m back at work and busy as a little bee.

Oh, and remember the part above where I said fall was my favorite time of the year? It’s only fitting, then, that I’m getting married next September.