Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
I need tactical advice stat! Wait..it's doctors that say stat isn't it? What do soldiers say? Pronto? No.
Whatever..I need it now! Help!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
If you aren't sure what I am talking about, read this.
Sigh. Why does that bother me? I feel like I need to know where it went, or it might show up where I least expect it, and what a nasty shock that would be!
Help me! Where would a man hide a lava lamp?
I'm not even going to get into WHY a man would hide his own lava lamp.
Friday, July 25, 2008
I saw part of a Miami Ink episode last night (I am fascinated by tattoos...love them...more on that later) and a girl got a few lotus flowers on her hip to signify a new beginning. She had just gone through a "bad break-up". I wanted to say "hey, wait six months, then decide if you still want it" simply because what seems so horrific to her now will probably become just a distant memory pretty quickly.
On Tuesday I met up with my younger sister, Ashley, for lunch. The subject turned to relationships, both past and present, and we both remarked how it's odd that it becomes so distant so quickly.
For example, the relationship I had before Matt and I started dating. I was a wreck when it ended. Seriously, a bonafide WRECK. It was not good. And now...I'm not quite sure why. He wasn't that great of a guy. I'm not going to bash him, because he wasn't a bad guy either, but he was nowhere near worth the anguish I put myself through. I had wanted to end the relationship for months, then when we finally did I was inexplicably heartbroken. Why does that happen? I think part of it for me is that I think of what could have been, or what I wanted it to be, but I wasn't looking at what it really was. What it was was all about one person, not two people in a relationship. I can see that now, so why couldn't I see that then? Why did I refuse to see it then?
And why is it, that now, looking back, I feel no pain? I thought for sure I would never be happy. Oh the histrionics. Now I can't believe I thought I could have ever been happy in that. I almost feel like it's a story someone else once told me, it's that distant.
What do you think it is that makes us forget? Or rather, makes us remember? Is it the time? Is it new experiences? Is it an excess of chocolate?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I don't think I'll add a description on most days though. 'Cause I'm way too lazy for that crap.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
My bouquet - I made. With the help of the awesome women in my family, we did all the flowers. My bouquet was also my something blue. It was wrapped in a blue bandanna that my late Grandfather, my Pop-pop, used to wear when he worked on the farm. It was important to me to have a part of him there with me.
Instead of rice or bubbles, we had a lavender toss.Or, as I like to call it, a lavender gauntlet.
Umm...it is scary as can be to look down a lineof 150 of your close friends and family all waiting to pelt you with dried herbs. And why-oh-why didn't I keep my mouth closed?
Anyway...We danced to "Forever" by Ben Harper. Matt's brother Mike played and sang for us as we danced. The day before the wedding he had an attack of the nerves (I guess) and called and said he didn't think he could do it. I said too late. Sorry Mike, you may be 6'4" and weigh 240, I will hunt you DOWN.
So he did it. And he did awesome, really, he did.
I refused to tell my Dad what song he and I were dancing to. It was top secret info. Only Matt and the DJ knew. And it requires a little background.
When I was little my Grandparents on my Dad's side had a player piano. You know, the kind you pump with your feet and it plays the song for you? Yeah, that.
My dad, sister, and I used to play "The Rainbow Connection" over and over and sing along. I knew(and still know) all the words by age 4. I also loved the Muppets as a child.
So, Daddy and I danced to "The Rainbow Connection" sung by Kermit the Frog. He loved it. That was his reaction to hearing Kermit come it. Have you heard it? Go listen!
All in all, I had a blast. There is so much more, I could post for weeks on it, but that would be boring for you all...so I will refrain. Here are a couple highlights I don't have pictures of just yet..or maybe ever.
-Instead of a bouquet toss we had a pinata for the little kids. It was awesome. I love seeing little kids dive on top of each other for sugar.
-For the processional we hired a bagpiper. He played Highland Cathedral for the bridesmaids, and Amazing Grace for me. So now..in case Amazing Grace didn't make me cry anyway, I will always associate it with our wedding. I heard it in Wal-Mart and stopped dead int he aisle to listen to it. I've got to come up with some sort of a long-term plan for that.
-Mike (aforementioned brother in law) wearing only his t-shirt and tie(and pants of course) alone on the dance floor performing the "Rick Roll."
-Practical jokesters (who still won't fess up!) refilling empty white wine bottles with water. I have only heard this from one person...so I'm not sure when this happened, or how for that matter, but it's funny!
Phew...my fingers are tired. I'm tired of typing. Later folks!
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I mean really, who takes a picture like that when THEY ARE EATING! Look at those cheekbones. I don't have cheekbones that defined when I make a fishface.
Let's try again.
Here is Matt as I snap a picture and try to catch him off-guard:hmph. Butthead.
And here is me as I turn and see Matt has the camera pointed at my face:
Oh for goodness sake. I didn't even know I could arch one eyebrow at a time.
One more time...
Matt off guard:
The sun is actually GLINTING off his eyelashes. SO. WRONG.
Bekah:Sucking on a spoon. But still...no defined cheekbones for me. Sigh. Time to give up that dream.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Which is probably a bit of an exaggeration, but what do you want from me...I was five.
I swear on my life that the next statement is NOT an exaggeration. I swear on my favorite pair of shoes. I swear on
She used to hold us underwater by our ankles.
I think the intent was to teach us to dive underwater to retrieve weighted rings. I never actually succeeding in obtaining said ring, because as soon as she would lower me HEADFIRST into the water I would claw at her legs until she released me. Basically, I failed the diving portion of beginners swimming. Oh the shame.
Hi, my name is Rebekah, and I can't dive.
I can't do it. And I'm petrified of being held down in water. It's my deep dark secret y'all.
So...if you and I are ever swimming, please don't hold me down in the water. Okay?
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Matt has one. I wanted to type "had" one, but no, he HAS one. It was front and center at his old apartment. Every now and then he would plug it in, lay on the bed, and stare at it.
Wanna know a secret? It doesn't lava. I'm pretty sure "lava" is not a verb, but I'm going to use it as one anyway, thanks for understanding.
The goo doesn't move, it just hangs out in a big lump at the bottom. He insists that, given time, it will work. He has left it on overnight and awoken to find....that it still doesn't lava.
I tried to kindly tell him that in our new place, I would kinda sorta prefer that it not show up. He looked somewhat crestfallen, but said that he knows he has to let go of his lava lamp wielding bachelorhood.
After we moved in together I unsuspectingly walked in on him and the lava lamp. It was sitting on the dresser in our bedroom. I didn't say anything and pretended not to notice.
Later, I hid it in the closet. Even though I do not like the lava lamp, I understand that he does, and for that reason I will not be the one to throw it away. But I will hide it. I'm not above that.
The problem with hiding things from Matt is that he ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS finds them.
Yesterday I came home from work to find...
...it's bad y'all...
..the lava lamp.
In the kitchen.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Oh hi! Look what I found!" He said cheerfully, then went about his business as if it were normal to have a purple glowing lava lamp living on the kitchen counter.
I hid it again...but I'm not going to tell you where...he's sneaky, he'll find it.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
For example Never go to bed angry. Umm... why the heck would we stay up to fight? I'm much more pleasant and reasonable when I am rested, as are most people I think. I think my new married mantra will be "go to bed angry, go to bed angry." I think that with rest, Matt and I are much more likely to see what the other is saying, and reach a conclusion, whereas if we stayed up to argue, we would both regress to the emotional state of toddlers and succumb to frustrated tears.
I don't want to sound ungrateful, I appreciate that people care enough to offer us advice. But then there are the people who we don't even know. For example, the driver of our airport shuttle. "COMMUNICATION" he told us. Over and over and over.
He would know, he said. After all he has been married three times...
Sigh. Ooookay. Well, thanks anyway driver.
Or maybe the taxi driver in Spain..."PASSION" he says, is the key to marriage. Correct me if I'm wrong here...but while passion is obviously a very good thing in marriage, I'm not sure we can call it "the key."
Why does there have to be a key to marriage anyway? Why can't we acknowledge that a marriage, like any relationship, takes work. I'm 11 days into it and I know that, it took work while we were dating, and it took work while we were engaged. I don't believe there is a secret key to making good marriage, just two people who are willing to stick it out through good and bad.
But what do I know anyway? I go to bed angry.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
He was following me as I merged onto the highway, he didn't make it out behind me(heh...i dunno why) and within 30 second my cell phone beeped.
"Cutting it a little close are we?"
Oooohhhh no he didn't. He wouldn't dare. Would he?
I called him back.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean"
"Whatever! You are texting while driving!!"
By this point he was in the lane next to me, and I could see his shady little grin.
You all know the grin I'm talking about...you've seen in from your significant others I'm sure.
Where do they learn that? Is it like a secret father-son thing? Is that handed down from generation to generation?
Well it ends here you backseat-driving know-it-all little grinner person....guy...
**That's NOT the grin, I have never managed to snap a picture of the grin due to the alarming rise of my blood pressure when the grin comes into play**
Monday, July 7, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Since this is set to auto post...I can't even guess how to tell you what I will be feeling.
Since I was super excited already, I am probably giddy right about now.
Can't wait to tell you how it went...or rather...what I forgot.
Since I remembered a week ago that people are going to need chair, so I need to rent said chairs, I can guess that some things are going to be rather interesting!
Like I said before, I have no business planning a wedding!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
He also thinks leather=beef jerky. Belts, shoes, and purses must be kept off the ground at all times.
*Gosh, camera phones are so fuzzy*
That is the first and only time Matt allowed me to dress our dog...that he knows about anyway. We disagree on the virtues of animal clothes. I love them. What could be cuter than a puppy in a softball tee?
And yes, that is how he used to ride around with me, until he got ginormous. He's a cuddler.
What do you mean that's not safe? Surely you jest.