My dear future children. I hope that you will acquire from me a voracious appetite of reading books. Seeing as I just spent more than half of my day off reading, I suppose I can get to some chores I’ve been meaning to do. I expect that if you’re one to shirk chores, I suppose no better excuse is the one given that you were simply worlds away. (This by all means is not a pass to shirk chores by the way.)
Chris and I got married about 4 months ago and one can say that a honeymoon starts off your newly married life together – its full of pleasure and it’s synonymous to the journey that lies ahead. Most people take a honeymoon shortly after they get married, but we decided to hold off on it mostly for reasons of it will be the low season in Indonesia.
So why Bali?
No, it wasn’t Eat, Pray, Love – I’ve never even read the book. I remember perusing a guide to where to have weddings, given to me by a friend named France, and briefly reading about Bali. It was on the back of my head when I had asked Chris if he had any urge to go anywhere. At that time, New Zealand trumped any place – I think my selling point to Chris was that we can pretend it’s the Lord of the Rings and that the number of sheep in New Zealand outnumbered the amount of people. Chris was “down for anything” and yet we didn’t think much about it after the cursory “what about New Zealand?”
However, it was almost like a whisper that turned into a yell. Bali. We kinda new what to expect in New Zealand from the few friends that have traveled there. There’s sheep and fantastic views, yet everything would be expensive and there’s just too much to see in a few weeks. Also, money was a little bit of an issue. Yes, we can travel there, but the cost of the airline ticket was expensive and on top of that we’d probably break our newly jointed bank accounts on the place just for one tour. Where could we go that wouldn’t really hurt the wallet?
We could have gone to the Philippines again, but both of our sense of adventure kicked in and that’s when we both decided, Bali would be it. This country had everything we were looking for: food, culture, relaxation, with a side of the ability to find an adventure if we needed it.
Last night was the first night we read in bed together. I loved it. It’s the little small things isn’t it?
I’ve been reading a book called The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. It’s about this woman back in the 50s who had cervical cancer and died. That’s really not the amazing part of it, back then, cultured cells almost always died except Miss Henrietta’s. Out from all of her immortal cells (it’s still around and alive) came a lot of scientific advancements not only in the field of cancer research, but also medically, vaccines and a way of understanding how certain illnesses work. On top of that, lots and lots of ethical issues when it came to patient consent and confidentiality arose from the whole thing.
I can’t put it down. I usually go through a 400-500 page book in a month, enjoying it leisurely and with a slow pace, this one I tore through the whole weekend. My brief synopsis doesn’t do the history of these cells justice. Perhaps a little tune in on my favorite radio show will bring to light how truly intriguing this story was to me:
You know what skeeves me the eff out? Ticks. They bother me to no end on how gross they are. I don’t mind spiders, ants, flies, or bees crawling on me a quick swap will dispatch these buggers. Ticks, on the other hand, are nasty vile creatures whose purpose is just to put me in terrible bouts of grossed out-ness whenever my dog climbs on the bed to say “hello mom, I gotta go out to pee now please wake up.”
It’s so bad that I get my husband to take them off of our dog, not being able to stomach it myself. UGGGH! They are so gross. GROSS. GROOOOSSSSS!!! >:/
2011 - work and climb up the workforce ladder, put more into IRA contributions, build a good nest egg, travel to:
2012 - work and be comfortable, go to grad school, travel to:
2013 - work, and trek in places I thought I would never trek to in the summer:
2014 - work, finish grad school and start trying for baby in later part of year???
Brazil ?? or if that falls through, Galapagos or a European tour
2015 - re-evalute work goals and family goals….
have spawn with Chris??????!! (pending if ice caps aren’t melting and environmental issues are semi-solved and I’m assured that my kid won’t be like the Vault kids from Fallout…)
Of course, things aren’t set in stone, and I acknowledge that things can change from the time I post this to even next week. However, in my little mind the gears are turning and I’m excited for the prospect of what the future will hold. Somberly, my thoughts also turn to the fact that I’ll be 31 before I decide to have spawn. Is that too late? Or is the thirties really the new twenties. I’m currently 26, turning 27. My mom was already raising 3 kids by the time she was my age and she was a champ at it. Right now, I don’t think I’m prepared to have that big of a responsibility. I wonder if I ever will be prepared….
Yesterday we celebrated not only the 4th of July, but also our first month as a married couple. I can, without a doubt, say this was the best month I’ve had in my entire life. We were surrounded by good friends constantly, our families very supportive, and Chris was pretty good company too. :]
“And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it every day And I know
When I was a kid, I didn’t have a laptop, iPod, Blackberry, PS3, Wifi or ipads. I played outside with friends, bruised my knees, made up stories and played hide and seek…I ate what my mom made…I would think twice before I said “no” to my parents! Life wasn’t hard, it was good & I survived. kids… these days are spoiled. Re-post this if you appreciate the way you were raised… I think we were happier kids :
You could be dating for seven years and there are little things that your man won’t ever do in front of you in those seven year. Then, bam, you’re married for a week and he pulls some strange s**t out his deck of cards and you’re like when the heck were you going to tell me that you knew this (or do this in your daily repertoire)???
Well….Chris did it to me today. We’re packing and stuff and then BAM….he’s singing the lyrics to Tag Teams’s “Whomp there it is” word by word. I know that’s really no big deal in the scheme of things, but if you know my husband, he’s whiter than bread. It just made me laugh for some reason….
“Bank person: So you’re Mrs. Reilly?
Me: NOO? It’s Aileen G———-.
Bank person: Umm..didn’t you get married this past weekend.
Me: Oh…yeah. My bad. That’s gonna take some time to get used to isn’t it?
Bank person: Don’t worry, I went through the same thing when I got married.”—
I’m enjoying a glass of pinot grigio (cheating a bit on my diet), while my husband to be is out somewhere in a Peruvian restaurant (highly regarded by my future brother in law…note to self: get my ass to Pio Pio sometime in the future après diet.).
I recall a time where I was needlessly jealous and the thought of my significant other going to a bar without me would have sent bristles up and down my spine. That demon came out just a liiiiiittle bit tonight, I’ll confess its due to a momentary lapse of self esteem, but then I conjured up my inner diva and looked at pictures my mother took of me in my wedding dress. Holllly shit I’m hot. :D
Je suis awesome, et n’y a aucun besoin d’être jaloux. Mon homme est heureux, et il est avec ses meilleur amis!
Most importantly, Chris regards me as son petit monde. <3 I love this little epiphany…So au revoir bad mojo. I’m marrying this bloke, and I wish him tons of drunken singing tonight at Barcade…lol <3 Just as I had an effin’ blast with my girls at my bachelorette party almost a month ago.
There is something so comforting to come home from a late girl’s night out (one so badly needed) to find the light on while you pull up into the driving and knowing that yes, that’s him up there…waiting to kiss me goodnight…
It’s those simple little acts of affection that I will NEVER trade for anything in the world.
In a Catholic wedding, you’re required to take a few classes before the ceremony to prep you with the road that lies ahead. One of those steps is to take a personal assessment test based on where you stand on finances, lifestyle and friends, and religion.
We took that test back in October. We were both separated and had to finish the quiz. There wasn’t a right or wrong answer when it came to the questions, but if one of you disagreed on the question then at later date when you got together with the person preparing you for marriage, you were supposed to face those questions together to talk about them.
Well, we had that session last night. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t uneasy about the thought that we might have a multitude of questions to talk about, so when we came in to meet with the Deacon I immediately grabbed Chris’s hand in nervousness. Then…
Deacon: Well…(looking through paperwork) this is pretty incredible. Most couples score 75% in their religious preferences and compatibility but this is something new. You guys scored 95%….You guys come from very different backgrounds. Are you sure you guys didn’t cheat or something?
We went through the questions and it was actually really painless. Although he didn’t have a lot to go on when it came to things we as a couple didn’t agree upon, he did revisit a few questions that were a big deal at that time we took the test. A lot of it came to how we dealt with our problems, and it was really nice going back to those questions since upon answering them with our Deacon we both learned we’re evolving and growing. We are a bit different from the couple who were answering the questions back that October Saturday.
So what’s the day count?
24 days? Holy smokes!
Despite our wedding day being so close and me feeling nervous as hell, I feel excited at the same time. I’m marrying a that dude that I’m ever so fortunate enough to find that understands me and will grow with me. After all, 95% ain’t all that bad…<3
There are coffee mugs in the bathroom, and seeing as I don’t drink coffee as much as I used to, I can only think of one other person *ahem Chris*.
I wonder if that’s one of the things as a newly-wed that’s: “aww he left his mug in the bathroom that is so freaking cute….” in the beginning, then fast forward to the twenty-fifth anniversary I’m like: ” CHRIS, GET THIS DAMN MUG OUT OF THE BATHROOM…”
You know when you’re taking your diet seriously, when you pass by a Buffalo Wild Wings when driving and make a mental note to check your calendar when the next available cheat day is…also making mental notes to arrange your cardio and weights accordingly.
I’ve joined a workout group via fitbit. It posts the top 3 active people based on how many steps, average miles, and activity level. I am currently in 3rd place in the “brides to be” group. My overly competitive side is screaming that I have to be number one. So what am I doing? I’m getting off my lazy fat ass, and moving more.
You hear me “Jess”, from South Carolina? I’m looking at your position and I’m sooo going to knock you off….bitch.
I have been under an incredible amount of stress as of late. If it’s not deadlines for work, its deadlines for school on top planning this darn wedding. So needless to say, my nerves are frazzled and I’m a bit snippy.
"Bit" is an understatement. I am effing stressed. Which is strange, seeing as I’ve done everything and am just waiting to get Chris’s suit and pay everything in full. What’s got me in a tizzy?
The guest list. Dun dun dunnnn.
You start to realize how many people you’d like to come versus how many people a garden tent can accomodate, and in an instant all this collective coolness come tumbling down. In a few days, the invitations will be sent out and our website will be updated with the full information for everything as well as a nice little video, but for now….
I was in en route to San Diego when I started playing Final Fantasy Tactics on my PSP. Let me just clear the air about Final Fantasy Tactics - I suck at it. I die a lot, and I don’t know how to play the game effectively. Why? My go-to tactic is guns a-blazing hope to kick the mana out of the baddies. Needless to say, it’s not a good tactic.
Anywhoo, I’ve been playing this game a lot. Despite the fact that I suck at it, I like playing the game. So it leads me to this little story about a guy who was sitting next to me on the plane. He was one of those people: they need to talk to you through the whole freaking six hour flight. What made him different was he was a colorful character. Our conversation starts with me struggling with trying to protect Mustadio, after encountering him for the first time. My only regret is that I can’t convey the Dazed and Confused Slater-esque way he spoke to me:
Him: *tapping on my shoulder* “So uhh…are we landing in San Francisco [I had a transfer in San Fran before I went to San Diego] 8:00 New York time or 8:00 San Francisco time?”
Me: It’s San Francisco time.
Him: Ohhh man *visibly upset* Ohhhh maaannn…
Me: *trying to ignore him playing videogame*
Him: Oh maaaannn..Does it really take that long to get to California? That’s 6 hours!!!
Me: Well…yeah. The headwind and everything it’ll be at least 6 hours, plus our delay…
Him: Fuuuuucccckkkk…What am I going to do? I told him I’ll land at 8:00 New York time!
Me: *I had died in the battle in the game* Mmmm dunno.
Him: Ohhh man….
So that’s a little insight on this guy. The conversation went longer, but I don’t think I want to relive the inanity of our discourse. What was the best part, and I’m sure anyone that’s ever played Tactics will laugh at is when he finally got over the conversation and after about an hours worth of silence (yay!) and ignoring the fact he is watching my every move in the game (boo!) he taps me on the shoulder to say:
"I notice you’re playing this game right, and the people…..it looks like every time that you fight them….they’re different. So maybe…..you should try….something different like….hitting them with DIFFERENT PEOPLE." (different people was said in such a sense of wonderment and self epiphany that I just had to smile and nod since there wasn’t much to say afterward)
Again, I wish I can convey how he spoke. We spoke more. Talked about my ring, the bay area, etc. But what stood out the most is that I can remember him. From the loose-fitting khaki pants to the day glo sweatshirt he was wearing right down the the pirate looking ring on his left middle-finger. It’s a lot to say. I don’t remember a lot of people whom I sit next to on a plane - maybe it’s because he was nosy, or just downright nice (allbeit kinda dumb). Usually, it’s Chris by my side, but there’s always the wildcard when it’s a 3-seater configuration, and this time, I was alone. Single serving conversations. How many of them do you remember? Well, that was probably the most memorable single serving friend out of all of them and I thought I’d share it.