LIFE |A reflection of our intimate backyard wedding reception.

LIFE |A reflection of our intimate backyard wedding reception.

Did you think I was only recapping the ceremony part of the wedding on this blog? Heck no! I did not put all my blood, sweat, and tears into my wedding only to share half of it with you. My reception deserves just as much love as my ceremony, especially since it contained just as many fails to laugh at.

So, without further ado, the memorable moments and favorite details of Dave’s and I’s intimate backyard wedding reception.

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LIFE | A reflection of my backyard wedding ceremony.

LIFE | A reflection of my backyard wedding ceremony.

As mentioned in my latest recap, part of the reason I took a couple of months off the blog this summer was so that I could focus on getting married. That’s right, after five-and-a-half years of navigating a long-distance relationship and questioning if we could ever make this relationship work, Dave and I finally took the plunge and tied the knot. Yay!

Since I put so much time and effort into the planning of this wedding and it is undoubtedly one of the best days of my life, I thought it would be nice to take a post or two to reflect on my intimate backyard wedding.

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LIFE | Is it bad I always forget how tall my fiancé is?

LIFE | Is it bad I always forget how tall my fiancé is?

I think it’s safe to say that meeting people from the internet isn’t as taboo of a thing as it once was. Whether it’s meeting via Twitter or Tinder or some silly game called Puzzle Pirates, it’s not uncommon for relationships to form online and carry over into real life.

Of course, the danger with meeting in person after forming a connection online is that the other person may not always be what you think they are. And no, I’m not talking about the dreaded catfish situation. (As far as I know, that hasn’t been a part of my life with people I’ve met in person so far and if it has been, kudos to them because I still haven’t figured it out.)

No, I’m talking about the things your brain assumes about the other person, on its own, that completely throws you off when you meet in person… like a person’s height.

Every time I see Dave I forget he’s not the size of my laptop screen.

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LIFE | An embarrassing confession: I have man hairs

LIFE | An embarrassing confession: I have man hairs

What better way to start this blog than by admitting I have man hairs? (Sometimes I really question my lack of a filter online.) Don’t worry though, I’m writing this post for a good reason: 1) it makes me laugh, especially when resulting in situations like the image above and 2) to let any other women out there who are traumatized by their man hairs know that they are definitely not alone.

So wait, what do you mean by “man hairs”?

Well, I don’t have man hairs in that I was born a man or anything of that sort. I’m just a woman who was blessed with very hairy genes from her father’s side of the family and as a result I have hair in many places that aren’t deemed desirable for a young woman. Apart from the typical leg and armpit hair, I have to battle my body’s attempts at a unibrow, a mustache, one long colorless jaw hair that randomly grows three inches overnight, three or four dark chest hairs, and, most recently, nipple hairs. Yup, all the hair in all the places.

Luckily, I’m not as bothered by my facial hair as I was when I was younger. Sure, I still get moody when people point it out to me – thanks ten-year-old nephew for loudly exclaiming “I didn’t know girls could grow mustaches!” while standing with me in a long line at a water park last summer – but generally speaking I’m aware of my hairiness and I accept that it’s apart of who I am (though I do still use my arsenal of tweezers, bleaches, and razors to try to keep it all under control).

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