• Wedding Decorations*

    Ah, summer. The wedding season.

    As the warm weather rolls in, our mailbox usually fills with wedding invitations to fill up our summer weekends. The Hubster and I sat down to look at our summer schedule a little while ago, and we both realized that it was unusually… open. And that’s when it hit me: we have no weddings this summer.

    We seem to have hit that point in our marriage when many of our good friends are already married and our wedding announcements have changed into baby announcements. Our opportunities to get dressed up, ogle beautiful wedding decorations and eat far too much cake are steadily declining.

    It’s official: we’re old.

    It’s hard for me to believe that our own wedding was seven years ago this summer.

    SEVEN.

    It feels like yesterday that my mom and I were sketching out the hall trying to decide how to decorate it. This was before the days of Facebook and Pinterest, so I was limited in the ways I could gather ideas; and as a girl of barely twenty, I had only attended three weddings in my life before my own.

    Our decorations were simple and modest, but looking back–I don’t know that I would have changed much anyway. I loved my wedding reception. It was such a lively party that I doubt many people even paid much attention to what was on the tables or walls. I’m sure I would have appreciated having these new websites to spark an idea, but… c’est la vie. We made do with what we had, and man, it was a party. :)

  • The Doctor Search*

    (Courtesy of: http://tinyurl.com/3yz2u63)

    It’s almost that time again: the dreaded yearly check-up.

    For the last six years I’ve made my yearly pilgrimage to the doctor’s office for a physical and other lovely exams that shall remain nameless.

    I don’t know why, but I’ve never felt comfortable in a doctor’s office. I’ve never had a “bad” experience so I’m not entirely sure where it comes from. We had a wonderful family doctor in the Great White North, though once we moved south it was several years between visits.

    As I entered my twenties, I knew a general check-up was in order. Luckily, our university campus had very nice doctors that were always on staff, and many of them were female. I went to the university clinic for four years before finally graduating and moving away.

    After we moved to Pretty City, finding a doctor was the furthest thing from my mind. Actually, until I knew it was time for a physical I hadn’t even considered where I would go. Going to the doctor at our university was so easy–make an appointment, go in, go out.

    Last year I ended up just going to a walk-in clinic, and I wasn’t thrilled with the experience. Not only was the doctor a man I didn’t know, it just wasn’t… comfortable, and there was no guarantee that I could see the same doctor the following year. I need a doctor that I can stick with.

    But how do I find a doctor in the “real world”?

    I’ve been putting this off for months, and I know it’s time for me to start looking. I’d like to get in somewhere before the end of March, and I have no idea how long this process takes. I was ready to just open the phonebook and start calling every number… but the Hubs and I came up with two options to try first.

    First, I did what any good internetaholic would do: I asked the question on my facebook. I’m friends with several people who have lived in this area for some time, and I hoped that one might know of a doctor who was accepting new patients. I would much prefer going to a doctor that someone I know trusts and likes. Luckily, more than one person offered to help, and a friend of mine gave me the name and number of her daughter’s doctor who just happens to be taking on new patients.

    The Hubster also tracked down the Health Care Connect website for me and I registered tonight. He had read about it a while ago on Reddit, and mentioned it to me when I told him that I was earnestly looking for a doctor. I’m not entirely sure how it’s going to work, but basically all you do is fill in your information, then they help you find a health care provider in your area. So we’ll see how it goes!

    I’m hoping that something will pan out and that I’ll be able to get in somewhere before spring. I’ll keep you posted on my doctor search, and if you have any other suggestions for me I’d love to hear them!

  • To the Man I Love*

    Four years ago today I put on a big white dress (and cute white sandals) and married my Hubster. There were no doubts, no second thoughts–just more love than I ever thought possible. In that moment I had no idea how our life would turn out, I only knew that I could no longer imagine life without him.

    Someone once told me to treasure every day because they will fly by, but I had no just how quickly the years can pass. I honestly can’t believe that it’s already been four years–that’s like officially out of “newlywed” territory! We’re oldie-weds now! We’re off to enjoy a nice dinner together and then we’re going to see the most romantic movie of the year–District 9.

    Are we romantic? haha

    We both love action films and have been waiting for this film to come out for ages. So while it’s not Sleepless in Seattle (♥), we’re excited to go. :)

    In honour of our 4 years of marriage, I want to tell you four things that I love about my Hubster. He’s only ever made one appearance as an author on my blog, so it’s really up to me to show you how fabulous I think he is.

    And he’s kinda cute too. :)

    1. He supports me through everything. While I’ve been unemployed this summer the Hubs has been wonderful in doing everything he can to help me find a job / help me not feel like a complete failure for not having one. After my nutso interview yesterday (after which I ended up in tears… there is a blog post coming) he arrived home with beautiful flowers and a huge hug. We both decided the company was stupid anyway. haha

    2. He makes me laugh. I don’t know how anyone could survive life today without laughter… he is always doing something to get me to smile, and he has the most infectious laugh I’ve ever heard. He laughs with me, never at me (ok, maybe sometimes when I do something reeeally stupid… which is actually kinda often… hahhaha) and makes every day just a little bit brighter just because he was in it. I’d give you some examples of his craziness but I might get in trouble… haha!

    3. He works so hard. My Hubs is not a giver-upper, and I’ve always admired that. When he has a problem or wants to learn to do something, he works and works until he figures it out. I’d get bored or give up, but not my Hubs! He worked so hard last winter to find a good job (in a good city… it’s equally important) and it paid off. We’re now happy as clams in our little home in Pretty City and he is doing very well at his grown-up job. When we went back for our graduations in June he was one of a handful of people in his class that had secured a good job in this crazy recession.

    4. He brings out the best in me. Through our years of marriage he has taught me over and over again that if I’m not happy with something I don’t have to settle–I can change it. One of my biggest battles has been with my self-image, and over the years my confidence in myself has grown and now is he helping me with some changes I want to make to the outside. I’ve always been “afraid” of going to the gym, but he started going with me sporadically through the winter, and yesterday came with me to sign up for a membership so that we can go together. He believes in me, even when I have little belief in myself. He makes me feel beautiful, inside and out.

    Now, I know he’s going to read this, look over at my desk (we share an office now) and tell me that I am the Queen of ‘Cheesiness’, but I don’t care. He secretly loves my cheesiness. ;)

    I love you, Hubster… thank you for a wonderful 4 years. Here’s to year five!

  • Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend*

    As our wedding anniversary is quickly approaching, I like to dream about things the Hubster might buy me… and this year I can’t stop thinking about diamonds. After all, they say diamonds are a girl’s best friend, right?

    Four and half years ago the Hubster got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I saw he had an engagement ring in his hands, but I was too busy saying yes to his beautiful proposal ten times to really get a good look at it. It was much later, after he’d left for the evening, that I really got a chance to meet my first diamond…

    …and I love it.

    He picked out the ring by himself and gave me a princess cut, white gold, solitaire diamond ring (which is exactly what I would have picked out for myself!!). So really, when he possesses such fabulous diamond picking skills, am I not doing him a disservice by not allowing him to practice—to expand upon this talent?

    I thought so too.

    I’ve already told the Hubster that for our 10-year wedding anniversary he’s allowed to add a diamond on either side of my current engagement ring… you know, one for each 5 years we’ve been together. I also wouldn’t say no to a second wedding band that sparkles. I thought it was a very thoughtful gesture on my part; I just eliminated any stress of trying to pick out an anniversary gift on that day. Aren’t I a good wifester?? :)

    But these days I can’t stop thinking about earrings. I own all these cheap ones (you know, the ones that tarnish after several wears) but I’d really, really love to get a beautiful pair of diamond earrings that I could wear every day. They don’t have to be crazy expensive or fancy, just something simple and elegant. Like me. (hahahahaha)

    So ladies, what about you? If you could have your dream jewelery, what would it be?

  • Tales of a Runaway Wedding Ring*


    Many moons ago, in the days before I became the Wifester, the Hubster asked me to marry him and gave me a big beautiful diamond ring. It was so sparkly and beautiful and pretty that I swore that I would never lose it. Now, in those days, I was a scatterbrained 19-year-old student (with near professional procrastinating skills… ha) who lost everything. I could never find my phone unless it was ringing, and had a notorious record for losing my inexpensive jewelry. The Hubster often not-so jokingly told me he was going to secretly replace my pretty sparkly diamond with a hunk of cubic zirconia so that when I lost it he’d still have the real one for me.

    I am also notorious for not wearing my jewelry in my house. I am a total weirdo–I hate the feeling of anything on my hands or wrists when I am in my house. The second I walk through the door my watch, bracelet and rings all come off and stay off for the entire duration I am home. Then again, I cannot leave my house without them on. I feel completely naked if I don’t have them on when I leave… to the point that I will actually go back and put them on, even if I’m just running across the street. I know, I know. I’m nuts. haha!

    So, when we first got married I would just take my jewelry off and leave it all over the house when we’d come home. I think I freaked the Hubs out a bit that a) I must not actually like my pretty sparkly ring as I refused to wear it at home; or b) I was going to put it in one of those REALLY good storage places and then completely forget where I left them (you know the ones I mean… they always seem like such a good idea at the time… *sigh*). I finally convinced the Hubs that I do, in fact, love my engagement ring and take it off so that I don’t destroy it while I’m at home. I am not always …delicate… as ladies should be and have nightmares of my diamond falling out and disappearing into a floor crack or waving goodbye to me as it spirals down the sink drain.

    As to his second fear, in the four years (okay, okay… 3 years, 11 months) that we have been married I have never lost my engagement OR wedding ring (which I also love).


    Sidebar: It may be a little difficult to see in the photo as I am the worst photographer ever, but I chose to have my wedding band engraved on the exterior, instead of the traditional interior messages. This way I can see it all the time and it’s a little different! It was terrible trying to find a jeweler who would do it (apparently it’s difficult to do on gold?) but we finally did and I love love love how it turned out. It has our names written on the top, and “Eternity” written on the bottom (what you see in the photo) as the circle is symbol for eternity.

    Anyway, I digress. I love my rings and in our 4 years of marriage I have never lost them. Not once. Now here comes the best part–remember how I told you that the Hubs was convinced that I’d lose MY rings? Haaaaaa….. guess who has misplaced his wedding band at LEAST two times? (you’d almost think he was trying to send me a subliminal message or something… HA I kid, I kid. He loves me. :))

    The first time wasn’t SO bad… a couple of years ago we had dinner at a friend’s home on a VERY cold day. His ring has always been a bit loose on him, so while drying his freezing hands in their washroom it slipped off his finger into their trash basket directly below the towel. Somehow he made it through the entire evening and back to our apartment before he realized his ring was missing. We tore apart the apartment before we thought to call our friends who quickly located his ring.

    The second time was slightly more challenging. As university students it was often impossible to avoid taking evening classes, so it was not uncommon for the Hubs or I to be on our way home from school after 9pm. During the summer the Hubs would often take his super speedy bike to school. One night the Hubster was off at school while I was hanging out at home waiting for him to get back. At around 9:15pm the phone rang. It was the Hubster… this was our conversation:

    Me: Hello?

    Hubs: Hi… what are you up to?

    Me: Hi love! Mmm not much, just waiting for you to get home! Why?

    Hubs: Do you think you could come meet me at {insert intersection a 10-minute walk away} and bring a flashlight?

    Me: …umm, are you serious? Why?

    Hubs: (very hesitantly) I, uh, seemed to have dropped my wedding ring on the ground… and can’t seem to find it.

    (What the Hubs DIDN’T tell me that the ring actually slipped off while he was bicycling down a steep hill–again, cold night, loose ring… we need to get that baby sized–and he couldn’t find it in the dark)

    Me: …oh, love. It’s reeeeeeeally dark out. I’m not sure I’m comfortable walking that far by myself. (insert fear of wild rapists)

    Hubs: Oh, okay. (sounds of heavy breathing and movement in the background) WAIT, I think I see it! Yup, I’ve got it. Never mind babe, I’ll see you soon!

    My very logically thinking Hubster actually heard the ring slip off his finger and hit the pavement while he was biking. While I would have started panicking / screaming at this point, he listened as the ring rolled down the hill to try and calculate how far it would go. (He’s telling me that speed x time = distance, but that sounds like math to me so… I’m lost. haha) ANYWAY, he was able to estimate the speed the ring would go based on the speed on his little bike computer and after a few minutes of searching (and a phone call to me) he spotted the ring lying in the middle of the intersection, unharmed except for a few “love dents”.

    So lovelies, the moral of the story is: size your wedding ring, or wear gloves. All the time. haha

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