Wedding Stuff

I feel like many brides spend way to much time thinking about itty bitty wedding details that no one else notices. For the most part, I have decided not to do this. For instance, I picked out the first wedding dress I tried on (my Mom made me try on a bazillion more anyway). I also picked out the first invitation I looked at in the store.

I just don't have the time or the patience to look at those kind of things for hours on end before ultimately deciding that I still haven't decided. Ridiculous.

However I did give the invitation wording some serious thought. I mean there are a lot of different ways to go, especially with the RSVP card.

I particularly like this option.

















If I ever got a card like this I would think it was hilarious and I would probably remember to respond.

Things I like this week...

1. Movie - Across the Universe. Any movie based around Beatles songs is ok with me. Plus, Jim Sturgess is hot and has a great voice.

2. Music - Vampire Weekend - particularly Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa (with the help of The Boy's little brother I have been attempting to better my musical taste)

3. Easter Candy - It always tastes better in pastel colors. And there are Peeps. You cannot destroy Peeps and they never go bad. They seem like something that you probably shouldn't ingest, ever.

4. Yellow Shoes.

Another Reason to Get Married...

Evidently, it will lower your blood pressure.

A recent BYU study found that "[h]appily married people have lower blood pressure than unhappy married people or singles."

Duh. That is because they are happy. Happy people probably have lower blood pressure whether they are married are not.

Not planning to get married in the near future? Probably not that big of a deal. I think wedding planning makes your blood pressure go up. Is the risk worth the reward?.... I will let you know if and when I get to the happily married stage.

Crazy Neighbors.

Today's post is a tribute to crazy neighbors. I have one.

I feel totally comfortable writing this because she refuses to talk to me and thus has no idea who I am and will never have any idea that The Boy and I refer to her as "crazy neighbor."

Let me tell you about "crazy neighbor."

First, she is freakishly concerned with the appearance of her lawn. This makes fall especially amusing. She constantly picks up leaves and pine straw.... and I mean constantly. I don't think I have ever noticed more than a leaf or two in her yard even when they are falling at a rate of 15 tons per second.

Second, she has a "gentleman friend" who is also an interesting character. The back of this friend's car says "holla at your boy." This sticker make me giggle every time I drive past the car. The gentleman friend also frequents the tanning salon where I have been tanning recently in preparation for wedding stuff.

Third, like most "crazy neighbors," ours comes complete with crazy pets. Small yippie dogs to be exact. The kind that can yip yap yip for hours when crazy neighbor puts them outside at four in the morning and leaves them there to yip the neighborhood awake. How can she not hear them??? This practice makes for cheerful mornings at our house!

Fourth, "crazy neighbor" refuses to speak to us if at all possible. Not very neighborly but perhaps a good thing considering the alternative.

I think most people have crazy neighbors... no neighborhood is complete without them. The Boy's parents, for example, have a crazy neighbor who really hates it when people park in the street across from his house. So much so, in fact, that he will come outside and scream foul language at you if you dare park in the forbidden zone. Rumor has it that he has also keyed some especially offensive parked vehicles. When we visit the soon-to-be in-laws, The Boy enjoys provoking this crazy neighbor and then calling the police on him when things finally get out of hand. Compared to this guy, our "crazy neighbor" seems pretty mild.

My mom has a magnet on her fridge that says that the only normal people in the world are the ones you don't know very well. I don't know "crazy neighbor" very well and I still don't think she is normal... but then again, the last time she let her dogs out to yip at 4 in the morning, I went outside and screamed at her for a few minutes until she finally let them back in. She and her "gentleman friend" probably call me the "crazy neighbor" now. Oh well. Who wants to be normal anyway.

Feel free to share you amusing stories.... especially if they involve you in the role of "crazy neighbor."