You Come Too

Speaking of weddings, The Boss and I recently wrote our wedding ceremony. This was probably the last detail we took care of (the first being, obviously, the pre ceremony margarita bar), but it was by far my favorite. It feels like us, and even though the ceremony will be, at most, about 10 minutes, I love every element that we’ve incorporated, and was pleasantly reminded why I’ve spent the past three months caring about table linens and calligraphy.

HOWEVER, while weeding through various readings for the ceremony, and it came to my attention that, when speaking of love and lifetime commitment, most people are full of shit. That being said, there were a few readings that I really liked, and we found a few that worked for us.

One reading that I loved was from Rilke’s “First Poems.” We didn't end up using it for the ceremony, so I'll share it with you here:

"Understand, I'll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
I'll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too"

The Talk

Wow, a month between posts. Whoops.


So, I’m getting married next weekend. Score! In the grand tradition of couples everywhere, The Boss and I had the pre-wedding heated conversation, which went a little like this:

The Boss: "Umm, honey? Can you stop spending money on clothes for the wedding weekend?"
Me: "Hey man, you only get married once"

[AWKWARD SILENCE ]

Me: "…Well, I mean, in THEORY"

Whoops. Oh well - no sense in getting caught up in the details, right? Right.

I Love a Rainy Night

Maybe it’s the Minnesota girl in me, but this picture from my friend's lake house just feels like home to me. A big lake covered in rain – man, I wish I was there right now, curled up inside, watching the water.

I love rainy weather. I love running/biking in the rain, getting muddy and dirty in a way that adults don’t generally deem acceptable, and knowing that only people who truly love to run and bike are out there with you; our own little fraternity of crazies, getting to experience the city in a way most people miss. I love coming home after said muddying and taking a long hot shower, warm and secure inside while the rain swirls around outside. Rainy days give you a great excuse to hibernate and cuddle up with a good book, a good person, or a good group of friends.

A good friend once told me that Seattle was full of people who used to like rain. I’m sure he’s right, and I’m sure I’d miss spring if I didn’t have the promise that it would most definitely be coming, but honestly, this rainy spring in DC has been one of my favorites.

Everyone Hates Running

Great post today at Bodies in Motivation:

“No one likes running. This I believe firmly: this is why I kind of
silently roll my eyes when I hear my friends say, ‘I can’t run. I hate
running.’

Well- yes, you can. And everyone hates running.”

Go read the whole thing. And then go for a run.

Note To Self

When partaking in "Operation: Smokin' Hot Bod"*, the correct response to the "I'll just have a snack now because dinner is in 3 hours" thought is NOT the leftover calzone waiting for you in the fridge.

Protein shake, cliff bar, cottage cheese, chocolate milk: Yes.
Cheesy carbtastic calzone (but it had SPINACH. Which is HEALTHY): No

*Also known as: 2 months before wedding

Great Moments in Moose History

Bringing Moose with me on errands is great; see below him carrying a pound of coffee beans back to the house.

(trust me on this: that is what he's doing. If he's carrying something, then he is going to beeline for home, no matter how much I'd like to get a picture taken)




Obviously, the next step is to teach him to make the coffee, but I'm concerned he won't get the milk:sugar ratio correct. It just so hard, sometimes, training a puppy.

American Idol's Gay "Problem"

Ugh, this annoys me.

This article discussing the “Gay Problem” at American Idol; specifically saying:

“… it's complicated. On the one hand, the show is supposed to be a family-friendly event”

Now, I know I trend to the left of um… most people… when dealing with things like this, but help me out: being gay isn’t family friendly? C’mon! Call me crazy, but if we keep treating “gay” as “wrong”, won’t kids grow up thinking it is? Isn’t this kind of a self fulfilling prophesy?

Wouldn’t it be amazing to have a whole generation of kids grow up to think there is nothing abnormal or wrong about being gay? That it’s just one of the many differences that exist between one person to the next?

I’m about to become a stepmom, so these kinds of things swirl around my mind a lot. When my step daughter was in DC last, we had dinner with a good friend of mine. Throughout the course of the dinner, my friend was telling me about the date he went on and how he was excited about this new guy he was seeing. Normal chatty friend conversation. It didn’t occur to me until later that the idea of two men dating might seem weird to my stepdaughter, and maybe I overstepped a boundary or two by not censoring the conversation. But in my next breath, I thought “Eh, whatever. I don’t want to give the impression that there’s something wrong about my friend’s dating life, because I don’t think there is, and I don’t want [stepdaughter] to think there is, either.”

Granted, she’s not my child and it’s not for me to make these decisions, so in a sense I did overstep a boundary line if her parents feel differently. But I really do believe that kids learn by watching, and the reactions we have to the world around us will influence what they think is normal. What a shame American Idol sees fit to prepetuate a culture of homophobia to the next generation.