My Post-Wedding Chop!

I grew my hair out for the wedding because I wanted it curled and down and I wanted it to look flowy and pretty under my birdcage veil. I spent a couple weeks shy of a year* growing out my hair, with just one tiny trim in May 2009 right before graduation because the split ends were killing me.

[[*Yes, we were only engaged for 8 months. But ladies, you know when these things are coming, and you have to prepare your hair!!]]

See? Curly, flowy, long hair goodness!

Anyway, by the time we made it to Jamaica I was so, so ready to chop it all off. And by the time we got home from Jamaica after a week of sitting in the hot sun with a head full of way-too-much-hair and blow-drying and straightening it every night for dinner, I was beyond ready. I needed a haircut. 

I should mention that I'm afraid of haircuts, that I often worry so much that I make myself sick before I get one, and that I more often than not ask for "just a trim" to avoid the potential disasters that might arise from big changes. So what I'm about to show you is a BIG DEAL.

Before:

Haha. Don't I look anxious and sick and worried?

So long!!!

After:

He cut off seven inches. SEVEN INCHES. I missed my hair for a day or two, but then I started to enjoy the extra time I have in the morning without all that hair to straighten, and I decided I like it. It feels so good to finally have an actual style with layers and all again. I still use way too much shampoo when I wash my hair though. Old habits die hard. 

What do you think? 

"Ya Mon!" - Our Jamaica Honeymoon (The Overview)

So I have a few more DIY projects to share with you, but I'd really like to wait for the pro photos so I can show you the good pictures (as opposed to the hastily snapped point-n-shoot ones I took in the days before the wedding). Expect a "details" post when I get around to the wedding recaps. :)

Sooo... that brings us to our honeymoon! This will be an overview post, and then I'll go into some more details in the next post or two for those of you who want more info on the restaurants/rooms/activities/etc. at Sandals Negril.

We left the morning after the wedding for a 6-night/7-day trip to Sandals Negril in Negril, Jamaica. Our super-early flight required us to wake up at 6:00am, which was beyond brutal, but we made it to the airport on time and everything!

We went through security, grabbed some breakfast tacos (the Houston airport kind of rocks with Mexican breakfast foods), and settled down at the gate. And THEN... the gate agent mentioned that our flight was overbooked and she was looking for volunteers to take a connecting flight through Miami in exchange for $400 travel vouchers. Um, hello. We fly a lot and love travel vouchers. So we ended up being the crazy people who gave up their honeymoon direct flight for $800, and we got on a plane for Miami a couple hours later (I should mention that picked Jamaica largely because it was one of the few places we could get to without a layover. Ironic much?).

Continental treated us well... meal tickets, travel vouchers, and an upgrade to first class!!

Finally on the plane, looking awfully sleepy. We partied hard the night before. :)

Look how nice first class is! They even gave us warm moist towels pre-lunch. It was seriously fancy.

We arrived at the Montego Bay airport, then took an hour-long bus ride to Sandals Negril, our home for the next week! Upon our arrival, we were greeted with champagne and introduced to our butler, Basil. Let me tell you... having a butler ROCKS. More on that later.

Since the resort was all-inclusive and all, we pretty much did the exact same thing every day. Rather than boring you with the minor details, I'm going to just walk you through a typical day in Jamaica. Ready?

Around 10am we would wake up and head off to breakfast. Mmm pineapple pancakes.

After breakfast, we'd head over to the beach, find our cabana, get the butler to bring us some drinks, and chill and chat and read from about 11am to 1pm.

Hello cute shady palm hut cabana!

Gorgeous view. Absolutely gorgeous.

We did a lot of sitting on the beach and reading.

Then we'd head off to lunch, usually the buffet or the beach grill.

Jamaican jerk chicken! Mmmm!

After lunch we'd head back to the beach, and some days we'd go snorkeling/kayaking/etc. About half the days we got a quick rain shower in the afternoon, but we would just sit under our cabana and watch the rain. It was lovely.

Around 4:30 we'd grab one last round of drinks and head back to our suite to shower. Then I'd get all fancy for dinner and Jeff would mix up a drink and watch TV. 

We'd leave around 6:30 and stop and have a drink before dinner.

All pretty for dinner!

All of the restaurants at Sandals Negril are really close to the beach, so we saw beautiful sunsets every day at dinner.

Usually there was some sort of entertainment going on after dinner (beach party, couples game show, Jamaican song & dance production, etc.).

Look! Bob Marley! Haha.

Then we'd head back to our suite, where we were greeted with champagne in an ice bucket and a decorated bed (usually with more desserts!).

And then, we would go to sleep, and wake up and do it all over again. Total bliss.

I'm curious... if you were on your honeymoon, and Continental offered you $800 to swap your direct flight for a connecting one that got you there three hours later, would you take it? 

"Look What I Made!" - Bouquet Charm Edition

So I've started law school, and let me tell you... it's tough! So many cases to read! But it's still better than a real job because if I get really sick of it, I can write a blog while I'm "at work!"

Today I have a last-minute mini project to share with you. While browsing through HobLob the week before the wedding (because how can you go to Hobby Lobby and not take a look at the clearance aisle?!?!) I found some little frame charms, and a little while later I had....

...personalized bouquet charms for my bridesmaids!!

I just printed out teeny tiny pictures (me w/ each of my bridesmaids) with my parents' fancy photo printer, popped 'em in the teeny tiny frames, and admired the cuteness! Take a look:

Here's one with a Sharpie for a size reference:

My mom dropped them off with my florist for me, and she put them on the bouquets. Check it out:

(clickity click to zoom in!)

(Photo from BM Amy)

My bridesmaids liked them I think. Especially since I spent the whole day before the wedding telling them there was a bouquet surprise. Haha. They were a teensy tiny detail, but I loved them!

What Life with a Husband is Like

So we've been married for a little over two weeks, and already I'm learning all these things about what life is like with a husband. The best way to describe it I think is that it's all just so very real. All the excitement and extra-strength-romance and pre-wedding frenzy are gone now, and we're just living real life. Real life. It's amazing and frustrating and exhilarating and blissful and comical all at the same time.

On one hand, there are all the things about living with another person 24/7 that just drive you a little bit crazy. Like the third drawer from the bottom in our dresser. Nearly every time Jeff open and closes it, it doesn't close all the way. It gets left like 1-2 inches open. So I shut it. This happens like every single day. He probably doesn't even know that it's happening. Haha.

Then there's the whole concept of being constantly there for each other, unconditionally. It's wonderful. It also causes you to drop everything and immediately run to the pharmacy to fill four prescriptions when your husband gets home from the dentist mumbling and looking like this:

Yep, Jeff got his wisdom teeth out last week. They had already grown in so it wasn't really a surgery like  most people have at the age of 18 or so, but it still required Vicodin and lots of Jello and soup. 

That's his teeth in the bag. Doesn't he look all Vicodin-ized?

I used to wonder how my mom had the motivation to drop everything and take care of us kids when we would get sick, and now I kinda-sorta understand. When he walked in the door like that, my mind was instantly like CVS. Medication. Go to Kroger for Jello and yogurt and applesauce. Pillow and blanket on the couch. Refill his water. Here, take these pills. 4-6 hours. etc. And it didn't stop until a few days later when he was feeling better. I didn't even have to think about it, I just did it. Must be love.

My bedside table has become a pharmacy. 

Of course, I also had the added benefit of witnessing drugged-up Jeff, which was funny. At one point he was gazing off into the distance, so I asked him what he was thinking, and he replied "I'm trying to think of a song I can play with my heel..." Oh, Vicodin.

Life with a husband is also just completely lovely at times. Every day Jeff gets home from work and walks into the apartment and puts down his laptop and gives me kisses and tells me he loves me. And it's like for a couple minutes, my real-life world is entirely perfect.

He always tells me thank you for making dinner, even though I've been doing it all the time lately. When we get in bed at night he makes sure my covers are all straight and correctly situated, because he knows that I like them to be neat and orderly (I know, I know, OCD much?). And then we turn sideways to face each other and talk about things, and it's like I get to have a slumber party with my best friend every single night.

And then in the morning I wake up to all 7 of his alarms that go off before he decides to actually get up.

And that, my friends, is what real life with a husband is like.

Thank You, Thank You Very Much...

So we're now 19 days past the wedding, and my thank-you notes are DONE. D-O-N-E done.

(pauses for applause)

Yep, I finished 'em. And I mailed them the day before yesterday (which means really they were done at the 17-day mark). This just might be my biggest bridal achievement so far. I was far more excited to mail these than I was to mail our wedding invitations.

The weird thing about wedding thank-you notes is that you really do feel genuinely grateful to alllll these people, but you hardly have time to be really thoughtful in each one because you've got a million of them to write. I did my best to really personalize each one and show how much we appreciated the gifts we received and the efforts people made to be there for us.

Here's what contributed to my being done so soon after the wedding:

1. I've been writing thank-you notes for months. - I wrote all the shower thank-yous right after the showers, and I wrote thank-yous for mailed gifts as they came. This took care of about 60% of the thank-you notes before the wedding day.
2. I had a Excel spreadsheet open while we opened wedding gifts. - I added a column for "gifts" to our guest list spreadsheet, and I just typed in what we opened. Then I just had to print out the spreadsheet and get to writing.
3. I recruited my husband to help. - I know some people think it's the woman's job to do thank you notes and such, but I'm apparently too much of a feminist to let my husband get away with doing none of the work. I gave Jeff all the ones addressed to people I hardly know, or to his college friends. This saved me about seven thank-you notes during our engagement, and another ten or so post-wedding. It was hugely helpful though, because they were the ones it would have been harder for me to write meaningfully. I did make it easy on him by stamping and addressing the envelopes, and putting little Post-its inside the card with the person's name and what the gift was. :o)
4. I had a deadline. - I told myself that no matter what, I'd be done before law school starts. And it starts on Monday, so I was working on a pretty small timeframe. Deadline = motivation.

So that's it! Goodbye thank-you notes! May you make your recipients feel appreciated and loved!

How long after your wedding did it take you to finish your thank-yous? Are thank-you notes a dying tradition?

PS - If you're the person who gave us a set of glasses and a Bed Bath & Beyond gift card, and you happen to be reading this, please let me know because your gift had no card and I'd love to send you a thank-you note!

My Big Fat Catholic Wedding: Part VIII - "The Rules"

Even before I was engaged, I had heard this rumor that Catholic churches have a lot of "rules" about weddings. Speaking from my experience, those rumors are totally true.

(source)

 Let me share with you just a sampling of the rules I was given by Prince of Peace:

• The bridal suite and groom's parlor may not be used prior to 1 hour before the ceremony begins.
• All belongings must be removed from the bridal suite and groom's parlor before the start of the Ceremony.
• Photographers must remain out of view of the congregation.
• Picture taking after the ceremony is limited to 20 minutes immediately following the wedding.
• Videographers must remain stationary.
• Artificial flowers are not permitted inside the Church or Chapel at any time.
• Flower petals (real or artificial) may not be thrown or dropped at any time.
• Rice/birdseed/confetti/flower petals may not under any circumstances be thrown on church grounds.
• No aisle runners allowed.
• No pre-recorded music is allowed.
• A Prince of Peace cantor and accompanist must be used (and paid), regardless of what other musicians will be at the Ceremony.
• A friend of the bride or groom may sing in addition to the Prince of Peace cantor, but not instead of the PoP cantor. Guest singers must be approved by the Associate Director of Worship, and fees will be charged for any rehearsals the guest singer requires with the PoP musicians.
• Bridesmaids and Groomsmen are limited to 7 each in the Church, or 3 each in the Chapel.
• Flower girls and ring bears must be at least 7 years of age.
• No receiving lines.
• Non-church wedding coordinators are not allowed to assist you.

Sheesh, huh? That being said, it seems like these rules are made to be broken. I know we broke quite a few:

• My flower girls were 2 and 4, neither of which is anywhere near 7 years old.
• I had 6 bridesmaids, Jeff had 5 groomsmen. The limit was 3. 
• We didn't empty out the bride and groom rooms until after the Ceremony, and the coordinator was perfectly okay with it.
• My photographer moved up and down the side aisles. I'm sure the congregation could see her. The coordinator told her it was okay.
• We spent about 25 minutes taking formal photos. No one said anything when we hit the 20-minute limit.

Some of the rules I totally understand. Others I just don't get. I'm sure they have reasons behind all of these things, but it does seem a bit excessive. I totally agree with protecting the sacred quality of the Sacrament of marriage and preserving liturgical integrity, but why can't we have an aisle runner?

Does your church have any crazy rules about weddings?

This concludes the "My Big Fat Catholic Wedding"series. Please let me know if you have any questions!

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Previously in this series:
Part I - The Process
Part II - The FOCCUS test

Part III - The Marriage Counselor

Part IV - The Deacon Meeting

Part V - Engaged Encounter

Part VI - The Priest Meetings

Part VII - The Money Breakdown

Housewife Fail #1

So ever since we got back from Jamaica I've been playing housewife. Jeff goes to work everyday, and I... well, I don't. Instead, I clean. And I cook. And I do laundry. And then I clean some more. And then I organize things, which is basically like cleaning but different. And then I count down the hours until Jeff gets home so I have a human being to talk to.

I should mention that this arrangement is only going to last until Friday when I start law school, but for now we're totally epitomizing 1950s gender roles. I've been doing quite well, and I'm actually pretty proud of my clean home and empty laundry baskets and fridge stocked full of leftovers. I totally rock at being a housewife. Or at least I thought I did, until today when I fried our mattress pad. Yep, fried it.

It all started when our fancy new sheets seemed to be rubbing their dye off on the mattress pad. It was bothering me that our previously-stark-white mattress pad was turning orangeish, do I decided a trip through the washing machine would be worth a shot. So I washed it, and then stuck it in the dryer on low.

When I took it out of the dryer an hour later, it was all stuck to itself. The dryer totally killed it. It's all melted and burnt and completely unsalvageable. Now I've dried mattress pads before, and this has never happened. In shock, I searched for the "care instructions" tag, which greeted me with these words: "If mattress pad does not have free range of movement in washer or dryer, manually reposition periodically to avoid scorching." Duh. That makes sense. Too bad our dryer in this apartment is Barbie-doll sized and required quite a bit of pushing and stuffing to make the mattress pad fit in there. Stupid tiny dryer.

At that point I was left with a couple options. 1) Run out and use some of the BBB gift cards from the wedding on a new mattress pad and avoid having to tell the brand-new husband that I'm kind of a failure at laundry, or 2) Wait till Jeff gets home and show him the crunchy mess and go get a new mattress pad together. I went with option 2, mostly because I'm kind of sick of Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Also because the mattress pad was the fancy kind with lots of fluffy filling, and I was pretty sure he'd notice if I switched it out for something else.

Lucky for me, I have a wonderful husband who was just as shocked as I was upon looking at what used to be our mattress pad. He totally shared my frustration with the teeny tiny dryer, and then he threw it away for me (the mattress pad, not the dryer). We then went out to BBB and purchased a new one, with plenty of fluffy filling. This one will not be taking any trips through the dryer 'o scorchiness.

Has anybody else made the same mistake? If not, learn from mine! What's your biggest housewife fail?