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Sunday, November 6th, 2016

This is not a post about how amazing Crockett is.

I mean, it could be, obviously. Today we’ve been married for four weeks and I’m totally getting the hang of it, you guys.

I’m working on our thank you cards and watching romantic comedies, and it’s pretty stellar. (I also ate some leftover lasagne, drank a leftover-from-the-wedding Bud Light (overpurchased those, lemme tell you), and walked the dogs twice so far if you’re looking for a real play by play which, let’s be real, anyone who commits to reading a whole nablopomo effort is really open to minutiae right?)

I started with How To Be Single, which. Eh. Crockett was doing some computer stuff and half watching it with me, and I kept wanting to tell him that it wasn’t a great example of romcom – the thing is, it sort of is. It’s not illustrative of the *best* ones, but it’s actually pretty solid as far as following the rules of the genre.

Then I watched Bride Wars with Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson. About halfway through I realized not only have I SEEN the movie, I’ve blogged about it! More than seven years ago! Time is a flat circle etc.

BUT NOW. I’m watching Mr. Right for the second time in a week. Crockett watched it with me the first time and he was ok with it, but I’m in fucking love. Sam Rockwell and Anna Kendrick throwing knives at each other on their second date (in a sexy way OBVIOUSly) … it’s the falling in love scene I never knew I needed until a hole deep in my heart was filled on first viewing. I’m going to watch it once a week until HBO takes it away from me. WATCH THIS MOVIE. Do it. It’s the best movie in the universe. (Other than some others, but not very many. Fury Road and It Follows, basically. My taste in movies is unimpeachable so don’t even @ me.)

It’s time to stop listing addresses and names and start actually writing the notes, now, and I’m guessing I’ll need at least one more movie. Do you think if I switch over to Insidious 3 halfway through the stack the tone would change? People will just shiver and feel the need to look over their shoulder when they open the envelope? Maybe I should stick with the love theme. 27 Dresses it is. Thanks for the advice.

Happy Sunday! And nablo day 6!

 

dogs aren’t babies we all read NY magazine

Thursday, November 3rd, 2016

We were car shopping this evening, and our salesman would not stfu about babies.

For real.

(Our cars are fiiiiiine, just one of them doesn’t move so well and hasn’t since June, ndb.)

Backstory: our salesman was adorable, and Irish (what up totally undeserved by me brother!), and very very very shamelessly self promotional. “Our Yelp page is basically only reviews of me.” Also: “Oh, look at this picture of my 20 month old!”, he says, handing me his phone where there was a indisputably cute picture of a baby. “He just got mad at my wife because the sour cream on his macaroni and cheese isn’t yogurt!”

“Cute”, I tell him.

He read the room, and asked if we had dogs.

He was prepping for a pitch on the leather replacement package, ya know. If we weren’t going to respond to baby puke, we’d respond to unclipped nails.

The thing is, at some point after that I mentioned we were recently married and then he went the way a surprising-not-surprising amount of people have gone (since the wedding THREE AND A HALF WEEKS AGO (Oct 9th future Emma in case you’re referencing this post to help you remember your anniversary, don’t tell Crockett)): joke-not-joking about when we were going to have babies.

“When you have a kid, you can put this side down … oh right, I mean your dogs,” and then a wink.

“The leather can stand up to a lot, but spilt formula … or spilled groceries, for you,” and then a wink.

(These were not actual winks. He didn’t drop one eyelid while looking at us, because no one good does that anymore. Only bads. Write that down. Nice people you know can wink at you in a cute way, but strangers (particularly of the sales variety) are no longer allowed to wink. It’s gross. You’re a bad if you do that. These were spiritual winks.)

Crockett didn’t even notice. I’m talking to him as I write this, and he’s genuinely confused. He remembers the comments (there were more than listed above), but has no sense that they were assumptive. Pervasive. Patriarchal.

So.

Am I so prepared for people to start asking about babies that I’m seeing that shit everywhere? Or was he trying to sell a couple he perceived as being in the baby zone? Or was the baby zone a straight up assumption that I really will have to deal with 4-ev-er?

(post referenced in title)

 

is what brings us together

Tuesday, November 1st, 2016

So me and Crockett got married, didja know? It’s been three weeks and two days, we haven’t sent in our marriage license yet, and Crockett left his ring at home on Halloween accidentally so it looked like ‘Duff Man was single oh yeah!’ but we ARE married and it’s super!

I mean, basically it’s the same, but it feels cozy and I really like it. “Have you met my husband?” is a thing I could say if we ever went anywhere we don’t already know everyone, for example. Cozy.

The day just flies by, best day of our lives, take some time for each other – these are all things people say about their wedding day and they’re not wrong. We greeted our friends, got married, ate, listened to toasts, danced, took pictures … I remember all of it, but not as clearly as I might like. I’m hoping that when our professional pictures come through, it’ll jog our memories? I wore three different dresses and had ridiculous boho hair (that I loved, ridiculous in a good way, guys), Crockett had a blue suit and a yellow pocket square …

Anyway. Married!

OH, I forgot the most important part: no one, at least in my hearing, quoted The Princess Bride. Because we’re better than that, people.

I’ll follow you until you love me

Sunday, August 14th, 2016

I’m going through old blog posts for a wedding related project (it’s a secret, you nosey parker! Nosy Parker! No see parkour!) and I just found a Sunday Talky I made (remember those? Man, I used to be a good blogger. High five, that Emma) where Cloey and Maida are both in it.

And now I’m sad.

I miss my Clo.

Damn dogs and their non-human life spans.

Fortunately I'm not lacking for dog compansionship to help me through.

Fortunately I’m not lacking for dog companionship to help me through.

 

SO FULL

Thursday, April 14th, 2016

Do you ever feel like someone is lying to you for no reason?

In that a) you have no reason to think they’re lying and b) they have no reason to actually be lying, and yet somehow you still totally think they are?

A dude at work today told me a long story, apropos of literally fucking nothing, about his contractor shooting a finishing nailing into said fellow’s leg, and how the nail is still there. It was pointless, and poorly told, and I feel like he was LYING, but also why on earth would he be? Ridiculous. (Me. Or him, if I’m right, I guess, but probably me.)

Also we’re planning our wedding because we’re getting maaaarrrieeed and we weren’t really sure if we’d pick colors. It didn’t seem super important, because we’re pulling the trigger in an art gallery so the decorations are pretty much built in, ya feel me? However, so our moms could coordinate and we could think about … I don’t know, napkins? Flowers? I ordered this book for us and it comes tomorrow, maybe it will have a ‘what your colors are for’ chapter … anyway, we sort of picked some.

And then I realized that two thirds of them are the Broncos colors. Ish.

I mean, go athletes etc, but, no.

Sabres, maybe.