Newly Married...

A little late i know, BUT we're married. FINALLY! I thought that the "Engaged Period" (kind of like picaso's 'blue period') would never end. Life, while no less fun and crazy, has definitely slowed down. Things are settling into a more steady flow and routine for both The Husband and I, He works and I work, and when we're off we both chill and do whatever comes to mind. (including housework...shudder)

The Wedding was AMAZING!!! Absolutely spectacular! The cake was awesome (see picture to the side.), the Decor was beautiful (again, see picture to the side) and the food was DE-licious! Or so I heard. We spent so much time talking and greeting our friends and family that food was a fond dream that night, we could smell it but never quite catch enough time to taste it.

The day was beautifully sunny, the only weekend in may that wasn't wet and dreary, and I was so greatful. I woke up that morning, dawn had not even touched the mountains, and it finally dawned on me that we were getting married. We had made it to the most important day of our lives. The ceremony was in one word, Incredible, touching, tearjerking, spectacular, and wonderful. Pictures were a dream, our photographer was Adam Moore. Who is quite possibly one out of 3 people that I trust to take pictures of us. Not to mention he is a FANTASTIC photographer. (See attached photos.

Everything was perfect. But then, I married the perfect person for me. And that really is what its all about. Him, Me, We, Us, One life, One love. Oh gosh, I sound like a Hallmark Card. But who doesn't think like one, even if we don't say it out Loud.


More to Come on the adventures of our crazy, loony lives.


The Lewnyweds

Life...a bumpy road...

I walk through the glass doors into a building that smells like antiseptic and cleaning materials, my shoes squeak on the white linoleum tile floor. The elevator dings when i push the UP button and the doors slide open. I press the button for floor 2 and the elevator starts to rise, as it does my spirits plummet to the basement. No one likes going to a hospital, much less anyone in my family after what happened to dad (ie. death scares, icu visits, and a long long recovery) and now, another family member is there. My grandpa, the person who told me war stories and wrote my birthday cards, who used to tell me he was 'Fine as Frogs Hair.". He is a man who always has a joke on hand to lighten up any situation, and i adore him and always have. He is my hero, he went through World War 2, saw the signing of the peace treaty between Japan and The United states, he has had a full life.

I heard today from my parents that he is dying, and won't be leaving the hospital. You can imagine how i feel, devastated, sad, a little angry, and even a little relieved for him. As I enter the room to visit him, the monitor beeping in the corner as a reminder that we don't have much time left, and when I see a full face oxygen mask over his face I finally start to cry. I see 2 of my closest cousins, lance and meggan, standing next to him holding his hand making him feel loved and not alone in spite of what he faces. I hug them both and the tears fall harder. I don't know what to do, and feel a little lost.


As i stood there and carefully held his hand, he looked at me through the clear plastic mask and smiled at me and told me he was glad I came. Honestly I don't know how I kept it together enough to smile and talk to him. The Respiratory specialist came in long enough to take the mask off and readjust his oxygen, giving us cousins there a chance to kiss his leathery cheek and tell him we love him. I hugged him and heard his heartbeat against my ear, which made me cry again. Soon enough my sisters got there and The Husband (yes i'm married now. :) ) and I left the room to make room for more visitors.


I still don't know quite how to handle myself in the face of all this. Since then Grandpa has gotten a little better, the situation is not quite so dire and he his definitely looking better. It seems like we were gifted with a little more time with the man we all love.


Quirky

Workaholism...Its a 6 step process...

I am a workaholic, but not by choice. And like i said, it is a 6 step process. Step One: You get your first job as a Part Time Employee. YEAH!!! So exciting. You go to work, you have fun, you take time off if its offered and everything is great. Step Two: Bills. You get your first set of Grown Up bills in the mail. ugh. So you pick up a few more hours to be able to pay them. Step Three: You get yourself into a relationship. Suddenly you are spending a little bit more than you normally would. Step 4: you get your second Part Time job to help out with your new expenses. Step 5: Both of your jobs get super busy and need you to work more than the scheduled 24 hours a week. Step 6: You suddenly realize that you have 65 hour work weeks and have not had a true day off in over 3 months. You are now a workaholic. Or at least I am! I am grateful for my jobs, they make my wedding (YES I AM GETTING MARRIED WOOT WOOT!!!!) possible. The Guy tells me that I have turned into the "person in the den" because I work a ton. At the end of april I will just have ONE job, thank heavens. Hopefully things will calm down After that...ha ha, i know, yeah right.

HE WENT TO JAREDS!!!

No really...He did.

Holy COW...Yeah I know. I didn't see it coming either. We, The Guy and I, are getting MARRIED. and I am so totally frazzled I can't EVEN tell you! I knew I wanted to marry him, he is perfect for me in every way. I just never thought, due to conversations about dating for a year before things get 'serious', that it would happen so soon.

On November 28th we were walking along center street looking at Christmas Lights when we decided to duck under a gathering (gaggle? horde? copse?) of pine trees. The trees had created a sparkling canopy of lights above them. Looking up through the branches of christmas lights has always been a favorite activity of mine. We could see our breath in the air it was so cold. Zach feeling nervous bent to "tie his shoes". I, being unsuspecting and oblivious, turned to find him on one knee holding a small box out to me. I held my breath completely overwhelmed, he opened the box and asked me if I would marry him.
I was stunned, but not stunned enough not to answer " Yes yes yes yes yes." as many times as I could.

What to do when you're in love...

What do you do when you are in love? This seems to be a constant question I hear and Feel for myself. What DO you do when you are in love? It depends on the other person i suppose, Is it a love that is returned? Is it unrequited love? Is it the love of a sister for a brother? is it the love for a best friend? All these factor into the question of what you do.
For me it is the first, a love that is returned. I am totally and completely lost in The Guy. He is the most important person in my life. We have talked about the big M and plan on it for next year. However, Things are not official in anyway yet. My sister L put it correctly yesterday, I am in Limbo. Not a girlfriend, not quite a fiancee. All things happen in due time, or so i have heard. I will just have to practice a little more patience, and little more balance, and a little more restraint. Heaven knows all of the above will be a chore since i am neither Patient nor good at balancing. With how i feel about the Man, all things will turn out.
Til Next time!

Old Dog, New Tricks...

So, Here's the thing. I think that even though you are an adult you should always try to learn something new. Choose something you have always wanted to do, maybe learn the piano, or how to ski, or maybe fencing. You may think 'there's no way i can learn this now, i'm too old. It might be embarrassing'. That is the WORST thing you could do! Don't be self concious, get out there and do it! me, i'm going to learn me some Italian! I have always wanted to learn a second language, i have even taken some french and spanish (very little and a LONG time ago). So this is my chance to redeem myself! La Citta Eterna here i come! I am, and always will be, that Quirky/Confusing, and slightly zany, woman.

Ciao

Love and Insanity

So, these past 2 months The Man and I had our first set of hurdles as a couple. These came in the Form of an 1984 truck. That truck is Run down, Two tone, Crap engine, and definitely not my thing. He had been talking about buying a "Project" Truck since we started dating, but I didn't actually take him seriously. That is, Until i was at work one day and he called me and told me that he had found a good deal on truck that wouldn't take too much work. He wanted to know my opinion on him buying the truck. I told him I didn't like trucks, but that it was his decision. So, he bought it. Now I am learning one of the biggest lessons you can learn in a relationship. Being Patient and Supportive with someone when you don't neccessarily LIKE what they are doing. I love The Man, I really do, and this is one thing I am going to have to put up with. I'm not a patient person, So a certain Man Upstairs truely knew what he was doing by putting The Man and That Truck together. Till Next Time!