Part 3: The Big Day

Cheerful salutations, internet friends! I'm back from my brief honeymoon, and I've finally got enough time and brain-power on my hands to let y'all know what's up! 

This is going to be mostly pictures, because who cares about all those words anyways.

So, I got married last week. That was pretty cool. I know everyone talks about it being "the best day of your life" and all that good stuff, and frankly... It was a pretty good day, but it went by really fast. From the very first second I woke up, it was like I was being dragged along by a giant whirlwind.

 Wake up, brush teeth, comb hair, shower. Get dressed, shoes on, get in the car.

 Dry hair, straighten hair, curl hair, pin hair. 

 Curl hair, pin hair... curl... pin pin pin...

Go home, more pictures, get packed, gather for the wedding, makeup.

 In the car, drive to the temple, get dressed.

And then... get married.

The whole day, everything had been moving so fast. My brain barely had time to process what was going on before I was whisked off to the next thing. But in that moment, it was like time came to a screeching halt. 

The sealer said "You can look at me, or you can look at each other." 

 I think it seems obvious what our choice was.

 After that little second that seemed to last forever, everything picked up again. the whirlwind whisked me away again, but it was alright this time, because it picked up Daniel as well. Things may have moved really fast, but at least after that I had something stable to cling to.

As overwhelming as everything was, it turned out to be a pretty perfect day, between the wedding, the dinner, the reception, etc.

Oh, right. Mostly perfect...

And... uh... I was going to find a creative way to somehow incorporate more pictures from our wedding into this post, as well as probably more words, but that just about sums it up. It was a good day, but even better than that has been... every single day since. I love being married to Dan. It's the greatest. Here's some more pictures of our wedding day.

This very flattering picture captures the moment just as Daniel and I walked out of the temple for the first time as a married couple, and he put his arm around me aaaaand... pulled my veil right out of my hair. This is me fixing it in a very dignified and graceful manner.

 

Here we are being super cute and adorable.

Look how happy and in love we are! And look how handsome my man is. Quite. Quite handsome. 

Aaaaaand... this is me making life difficult for our photographer.

The end. For now.

Stay tuned for more marriage-related posts! I've got a really good, semi-controversial pile o' words in the works. And drawings, of course. Those too. 

Pretend This Is A Clever Title

Once upon a time, it was a little while ago, and I was getting my hair done for three hours, in order to prepare for my wedding. Three hours of getting your hair done gives you time to think, and I was thinking, I pondered upon the fact that my dear fiance was not planning on having any sort of bachelor party because a good portion of his closest man-friends have left town for the summer. I decided that he deserved a party, seeing as how he has been working so hard lately. Therefore, I took it upon myself to remotely orchestrate a surprise bachelor party for my gentleman friend.

After some contacting and organizing, I managed to scrape together a few bros to surprise him. They suggested some sort of... pizza... laser tag... dress-him-up-like-a-wizard party. I dunno what goes on at these man-things. 

Today was the night of the party, and he went over to one of his buddies' houses expecting everything to be normal. But instead they surprised him with pizza and parties and even one of his distant bros partying via video chat! Yay! I, on the other hand, had planned to spend the night sorting and packing all my crap to move into our new apartment by the end of the week.

The more I sat alone in my room, thinking of him out partying with his friends while I slaved away, the grumpier I got. My family was gone, and I was all alone with no one for companionship but stupid Teddi, and she's fat and she sucks. I turned to drawing to scribble out my feelings. 

I started out drawing pictures of how grumpy and alone I was, and the more I drew, the grumpier I got. Plus stupid fat Teddi kept sticking her stupid tail in my face and messing up my drawings. Doodling really helps me express my feelings and stuff, because when you draw something you have to concentrate on every swoosh and line and squiggle to express the idea you're picturing in your head. Then I actually stopped and took a look at my drawings, and the attitude they were expressing, and I remembered... Daniel was out partying without me because I wanted him to. I wanted to do something nice for him and I wanted him to have a good time. 

 I decided that I didn't need to draw grouchy pictures to make myself feel better, I just needed to remember that knowing Daniel is happy is enough to make me happy. And I should stop being a horrible person.

I think it's important for all of us to remember that if we're unhappy about something, it doesn't mean no one else is allowed to be happy. Sometimes, the best happiness comes from doing something nice for someone else.

On That Note...

So there you have it, faithful readers. Completely against all previous plans or predictions I could have made even seven months ago, I shall be wed in three days' time. As naturally follows, there will be a buttload of photos and probably lots of words talking about my matrimony and the unique challenges and interesting situations that follow as a result thereof, so hopefully I'll be a better blogger soon. 

I'm excited! Y'all should be too!

Also, on another related note, Daniel insists that my handwriting is impossible to read! He has no room to talk because he is left-handed, and also a man, but can you guys read my scrawl ok? I can, but that's because I'm also an expert cryptographer in my spare time. For realsies though, let me know if you can or can not understand my scribblings upon sticky notes.

Professional Artwork

By professional, I mean... I make art... While getting paid. I suppose if you wanted to get super technical, you could argue that doodling on post-its is not technically what I'm being paid FOR, but there's no need to split hairs. So, with no further ado and also no further explanation, here is a collection of post-it drawings I have made over the course of my illustrious cubicle-sitting career: