When Mr. T and I were planning on getting married, I knew exactly what I wanted--a beach, an officiant, Mr. T, and me. Eloping seemed to be the best idea since I had already been married before, but Mr. T had other plans. He told me he'd been dreaming of a big wedding since he was a little boy!

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What's a girl to do when the man of her dreams tells her he wants a big wedding? Let him have it, of course! Just because I've had a big wedding before doesn't mean that I should deprive him of the experience, especially when he was so excited about the prospect of seeing me walk down the aisle.

Having decided that we were going to have a big wedding, I knew that it would mean more to him to have it where he grew up, and where all of his friends and family could be there. What did that mean for us?

It meant that we would be getting married in England.

(Personal photo)

And planning a wedding from DC.

(Image from http://treeswaterpeople.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/washington-dc.jpg)

Did you have to compromise on what type of wedding you would have?

A Thought

People who check the horoscopes of their pets have too much time on their hands.

That is all.

Here's the thing...

Dear Creators of Yoplait Yogurt Packaging:

While I sincerely appreciate your quest to protect wildlife by including the grammatically incorrect (and very tiny) message "PROTECT WILDLIFE CRUSH CUP BEFORE DISPOSAL," I think that it would be much easier to crush said cup if it WASN'T SO EFFING RESILIENT to crushing.

Sincerely,

A friend to both cute ducks and delicious fat-free Yoplait

So...

How've you been?

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I know I've neglected you, but...

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Life happened...

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I know, I suck at this. I think this blog came with a warning label like every other diary I used to keep: SHE WILL NOT KEEP YOU AROUND FOR LONG!

Anyway, in my limited internet environment at work, I've come up with a solution to our economy and my desire to speedily pay off debt so I can buy a house, get married, and have 5 kids (because that's practical in our retro 1950s economy of today). Anywho, here's my plan.

Dear CELEBRITIES:

Please stimulate the ecomony buy buying 5,000 of everything you already buy, then ship said "extra" items to people who might like cute, expensive things. Like me! See, there's this adorable new Kate Spade bag I saw at my local Nordstrom's, and eff if it wasn't a million dollars* for the tiniest thing with a brand name. Since most of the country--hell... most of the world--is on a major saving streak (like moi), then DO YOUR PART.

YES YOU CAN! YES YOU CAN!

I'll send you my address when you accept your mission.

xoxo,
Big Saver

I'm going to try (once again) to get better at this, people.

*May or may not be exaggerating.

Soooo... a lot of things have been a'happenin'

Basically, peeps, this lady has been a bit stressed. Why? Good question. Who really knows?

All good things have been happening for me, but I think that the impending shaking of my little snowglobe of a life has me more than a little on edge. I had one of those moments this weekend where I realized I'd been thinking about stuff way too much, and honestly not thinking about my actions enough. I hope it's the mini shake-up I need in order to get me to destressify my life once and for all. Should I make an appointment to go talk to someone? Maybe. I've honestly been thinking about it. Prozac sounds fun (and oh so happy, am I right?!)! While it may not be that extreme, I seriously need to lighten up and enjoy the moment. I'm steps away from obtaining a big thing of what I wanted in life, so I want to take the opportunity to tell myself to chill.

Relax. It's all good stuff. Soak it up.

Hi, my name is Jill, and I used to be smart.

One of my friends just recently started grad. school, and when I look back at my experience, I don't know how I managed to get through it. I mean, the issue of "the relationship" and all of the additional work that ensued aside, I don't think I could write another 10+ page paper again for the life of me.

How is it that I used to be able to start and finish a book over the course of a day, and start writing a paper about it with some sort of major theory application at 10pm the day before it was due, and always manage an A? WEIRD. What were my professors thinking?!

And trusting me with students of my own??? Woah, people. I'm surprised that they learned anything. But miraculously... they did. And I loved it. And most of them seemed to love it (or were good at pretending, and for that, bonus points to them).

I guess it all boils down to me being extremely grateful for going to grad school immediately after getting my BA, because now that I have free evenings and weekends, I don't really want to give them up anymore. And I couldn't write a paper and sound smart. But, damn, if I couldn't in grad school!

I want to do...

...this. Is it too late? Morbid? Fun? YES!

Going to pick up the boy from the airport soon. I don't think I'll mention this sudden desire.

Thanks, beautiful, for the link!

Blogging again, yay!

Here's where I hope it doesn't turn out like those journals I started and threw into the back of my closet, or my last blog where I posted twice and never returned to it again. I've had this one "on reserve" for the last eight months or so (yes, I was in the "old cube" at the time, so that's how long it's been), but I'm hopeful that this one will actually come through and survive.

No, not all posts will be about my relationship woes, but that's what has been on my mind lately, especially since we're really not going to have one-on-one time until over a month for now.

**We interrupt this regularly scheduled program to bring you this important news**

Oh god. Paris Hilton is in Veronica Mars? Why was I not made aware of this atrocity?! And someone was dissing Weeds for having an Olsen twin in it this season?! Woah, hypocrite (You know I love you)!

**Okay, I'm back**

I hope this will contain a plethora of stuff rather than sticking to one topic... but you can expect it to be a mish-mash of what's on my mind. Welcome to the party.