Back to the Daily Grind

Reality is setting in, which means things are getting back to the regular day-to-day routine. Alas, I am no longer a bride, but someones wife (still can’t believe it). I am under the impression that I am suppose to feel different now and people keeping asking me how it feels to be married, but who knows. Now on to the next challenge of changing my name. I’ve heard it can be a real pain in the ass; guess I will find out soon enough.

Anyway, back to the old daily grind. This means back to the 5 day work week, regular workouts, and early bedtimes. (Is 32 to young to retire?) No more walking along the beach, no more sleeping in or taking daily naps, and no more dips in the ocean. Ending a vacation is seriously the worst.

Missing this view!

Missing this view!

Furthermore, after not really working out for almost two weeks, getting back into the habit was probably one of the hardest things to do. For awhile there I was seriously trying to decide if I could live with carrying around a few extra pounds. I mean think about it about, trying to stay in shape over the age of, oh I don’t know, 25 is a real struggle. Basically I can eat like a rabbit and work out like a crazy person or I give in eat that cheeseburger and doughnut and accept the extra “cushion” around my midsection. Plus you know pizza, pasta, and most importantly wine!

Don’t get me wrong I like working out. Actually, I should probably say I like the way I feel AFTER I have worked out. However, the whole process of getting ready to work out and then actually getting off my ass and doing it is a totally different story. After working all day the last thing I want to do is come home and sweat my ass off. I would much rather take my pants off, grab a glass of wine, and relax in front of the T.V. Unfortunately, if I did this every night I would probably end up looking like a rather round Umpa Lumpa, especially since I so short.

Enough bitching for now I actually do have to get a workout in tonight. Next time I will share my favorite workouts that help me stay motivated. Hey the more I work out, the more wine I can have!!




Well, ladies and gentlemen, it finally happened. After years of dating and multiple moments where I was completely convinced I would end up as a crazy cat lady, I am officially a Mrs! (Shocking I know)

My husband and I (still working on saying that word without laughing) recently got back from Seaside, Florida where we had a wonderful wedding and great vacation. After the wedding we stayed for a few extra days so that we could have time to relax and enjoy the beach.

By the way, while we are on the topic of marriage, I am just going to throw this out there: wedding planning sucks! In fact it’s complete bullshit. I would describe it as a year long panic attack where you are consistently hemorrhaging money. On top of that everyone has their own opinion about how you should plan YOUR “Big Day”. (You notice I highlight YOUR because this is your and your fiances day, no one else)

I planned and planned and honestly to tell you the truth I don’t even remember any of the small details. Here is what I do remember:

  • Watching my dads face as he saw me in my dress for the first time.
  • Being so nervous about walking down the aisle that he had to tell me a story that he would tell me when I was a kid to make me feel better.
  • Seeing Tom for the first time waiting for me at the end of the aisle.
  • Dancing the night away with family and friends.

What I don’t remember is all the other stuff that, in the end, really doesn’t matter. I have no idea if the appetizers got passed around on time, or if the tables were decorated as they should have been. I didn’t even know till the next day that someone threw up outside the reception area. (Kudos to them though. Sounds like they had a great time!) And no one knew that I had to remove a table last minute because people canceled three days before. Bottom line: something is not going to go as planned and that is completely alright.  Trust me it will not ruin your wedding.

During the whole planning process I was so worried about making sure my guests would enjoy themselves and that everything was laid out to cater to them. You know what though: Fuck that! It is your day, you are paying for it, so you do whatever YOU want. If you want to have pizza and beer at your wedding for dinner, do it!  If what you really want is to fly off to the Caribbean and have a small ceremony on the beach, go for it! Shit, if you want to get married at midnight under the stars, I say that sounds amazing!

The point I am trying to make is that only you and your fiance can decide what is best for you. Trust me your guests will be fine. My grandmother will get over the fact that I didn’t get married in a catholic church or wear a veil. No one died because I chose not to have programs or menus or because I didn’t spend thousands on flowers. I’m pretty sure that everyone had a great time and if not well, screw you because it was my wedding and I had an amazing time!

Here are some pictures from the week:


Wedding Ceremony on the beach


Wedding Party


The new Dr. and Mrs.