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My Wedding Bouquet

In preparation for my wedding to Patrick, Anamarie, her friend Brandy and I went to the Enchanted Florist in Old Town Alexandria today to secure my wedding bouquet.

That is a rough mock-up of my wedding bouquet.  And yes, that’s an artichoke.  Some girls have peonies. I will have my bridal artichoke.

The women there were absolutely wonderful, and they were very excited to be doing something that brides generally don’t ask for–succulents and vegetables in their bouquet.  The colors will be more vibrant, as the artichoke wasn’t the freshest they had on hand, and the roses will actually be greener, as well.

I’m really thrilled by it.  It was the first day I felt like a bride doing fun bride things.  It’s strange that a little over three months from now, my artichoke and I will be marrying Patrick.

The Name Change Debacle

It has been a bear of a day.  Between being epically late thanks to a serious WMATA (DC’s subway/bus system) fail, getting a talking to at work (and deserving it), and my computer choking on itself and converting all words in icons, buttons, boxes, etc to Wing Dings, I have not been at my perkiest.

The week, however, is coming to a close, thank goodness.  And seeing as it has been over ten days since I last blogged, I thought I would take the time to recap some of the things that I have been meaning to write about recently, but frankly have not had the time or the energy to do so.

After hemming and hawing for over a year and changing my mind countless times, I finally decided on my married name.  I made this pronouncement sometime last week, and this internal debate has been going on for so long that Patrick said, “Okay, see you when you change your mind next week!” Well, it’s next week, and guess what?  I didn’t change my mind!

See, originally I thought that this would be an easy thing.  For years I was determined! I was convinced that my maiden name was so horrendous that, as soon as I got married, I would plow down old ladies with walkers to get to the Social Security office to have my name officially changed.

(You might be thinking to yourself, her name can’t be THAT bad. Much like Obama, yes it can.  My last name is a blatant sexual innuendo that made high school an absolute hoot!)

Well, when Patrick proposed, I was excited. (Duh.) What I was surprisingly not excited about was changing my name.  It was tough, though.  Because my first name and his last name alone make pretty little music.

Not only that, it’s significantly shorter than my current name, which clocks in at eighteen letters. My name is so long that I have to shorten my signature by using only my first initial and my last name.  Even then, I kind of phone it in with the last name, which usually ends up being a giant squiggle.

Well, I can chuck all of my dreams of happy name-writing goodbye, because in the end, I couldn’t part with my last name.  It used to be some sort of perverse scarlet letter (like when parents name their kids Candi or Foothill), but now it’s like a badge of courage.  I earned that name.  It’s mine.  Not only that, but I’m in short supply on family and family identity.  To give up the name feels like giving up a bit of my past.

But I wanted his name too, because I’m a greedy only child.  Cue up the hand cramps.  Now my name will clock in at TWENTY-FOUR LETTERS.

Elizabeth M********-M*****

I’ve started practicing it.  It was a bit of a mouthful at first, and my hand is still getting used to the workout, but I like it.  My new name might be the fat kid who isn’t picked for dodgeball, but it’ll be my fat kid… or something.

My choice, however, is not okay with some people.  An elderly woman schooled me the other day on what is “proper” and “right” when it comes to taking a man’s name when you get married.  I was told in no uncertain terms that women “like me” (who apparently don’t shave their legs, hate bras, etc) are what’s wrong with society, and we are the downfall of what the American Family should be like.

It was downright shocking.  Get on me because my choice in married name is long and cumbersome, but to call me a feminist with a disdain that is usually only reserved for people who beat their puppies (shame on you!) is rather bizarre.

She also said I was probably one of those people who listens to that “women-libber crap” like “Ani DeFrankfurt”.

Yea.

Well, whatever.  Little old ladies may find me distasteful, and my hand may cry out in pain because it takes extra an long time to write my name out, but I’m happy with my decision.

Now, I don’t know about you… but it’s Friday. It’s happy hour time with one of my favorite people.

Food Blog Slacking…

Baltimore Gets Promoted!

For those of you who live in the DC area, more than likely you read DCist.com.  I, being a heavy user (and abuser) of Google Reader, am a huge fan of the email-a-post function.

So today, when DCist posted a story about the Mayor of Baltimore resigning over a scam involving the embezzlement of gift cards, I had to send it to Patrick.  (We have a long-standing beef, in which I tease him about being from Maryland…)

His response?

Frankly I’m amazed there was a Baltimore corruption scandal not involving crack cocaine or prostitution. Skimming gift cards is a step in the right direction.

I countered that that’s sort of DC’s game (paging Marion Barry), but either way, it’s good to see that Baltimore is moving on up.

Horatio Judges You: The Return

Hey there, pal!  Long time, no see!  How are the wife and kids?  Mhm, that’s great…

Are you going to eat that? That. Right there. Are you? Oh, sorry! Not trying to impose at all! I’m just, you know, trying to reach out to my fellow man, and all that.  Some people can’t handle a whole meal on their own so I was reaching out a helping paw, so to speak.  No problem.

So…

Hey, let me help you with that pizza! No? Still working on that?  Sorry, sorry.   See you took a pause there, and I thought — ah, you were breathing.  Gotcha.  I apologize. It’s habit. You know my mom always said, “Horatio! You’re so selfless, almost to a fault.”  And I think she’s right.  I spend so much time thinking and worrying about other people… it can be so tiring, you know?

Of course you know, you look like a good guy with your… pepperoni… and sausage… and that… that smells like the tomato sauce has just the faintest hint of basil, and maybe… a dash of oregano?  Is that oregano?  Can’t be too sure about these things.  It’s probably best that I taste test, just to be sure!  You can never be too sure about these things, am I right? Ha. Yea.

Ah, still not done.  Heh, whoops.

You know, why don’t I just sit here right by your knee, and you let me know when you’re done so I can help you out.  “Waste not, want not,” is what my mom always said.

Just here for the public good.

Photo Round-Up

You know what has been so nice about 2010 thus far?  The fact that I received a replacement battery in the mail for my camera!  I don’t think I have been so happy in quite some time.  Seriously, it’s kept me from doing any new posts in The Klutzy Kitchen, because really, a Blackberry camera just won’t cut it.  I have spent today overcompensating for my lack of camera-ness by shooting and over-shooting everything. Whoops!

So for your enjoyment, and a way to kick off the New Year, I present to you a few pictures!

Our Christmas Tree

Patrick’s geeky Christmas pint glasses that I gave him.

The wedding ring.

Awesome Christmas gifts from Anamarie and her husband.

Patrick’s BIG gift… which the Post Office lost, recovered, and was finally delivered four days AFTER Christmas. Sigh.  It’s a hand-signed drumhead by Collective Soul, Patrick’s favorite band.

How I spent my afternoon… wine, tying ribbons on 36 vases, and West Wing.

Well, four months from exactly now, Patrick and I will have been married by a civil officiant in Market Square in Old Town, and will be on our way to Murphy’s Grand Irish Pub for our “elegant” wedding reception with 70 of our closest friends.  It’s really coming.  It’s almost here.  I can’t believe it.

We ushered in this year with Anamarie and her husband in a really awesome way.  The four of us just relaxed with beer, champagne, AMAZING food (courtesy of the fabulous hostess), and while it was a bit painful to watch Dick Clark do the countdown, I don’t think we could have picked a better place to ring in the New Year.  Also, ask Anamarie to make her 12 LAYER chocolate cake. I don’t even like chocolate too much, and seriously?  It’s to die for.

Okay, time to get reading through some of the new cookbooks I acquired over Christmas.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Looking Forward

Before I get into any nostalgia, I must share something I think is pretty cool. Yesterday we received a couple of packages of stuff for the wedding, and I was super excited about one of them:

Yes, they’re campaign buttons.  Yes, they’re cheesy.  Yes, they’re for the wedding.  Yes, I love them.  We’re going to have them at the party for people to wear if they so choose.  I sure as heck will be.

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So, it’s New Year’s Eve (and I’m enjoying Christmas music on Pandora while I still can!). This time of year brings with it the usual reflection on the year that has past.  I decided to see what I wrote last year…

2008 was also a continuation of what started last year.  All those things that older people told you when you were younger… about how things would change in your 20s (friends, values, relationships, life) are coming true, almost to the letter!

I’m looking forward to more of that.  Things I scoffed at in my teens make a little more sense, even if I don’t have a good idea of what this big picture is.

I have tried to go into each year with some sort of expectation.

I’m not going to do that for 2009.  The past few years have shown me that many things rarely work out in the way you expect, and you can hardly imagine where you’re going to end up.  I think I’d much rather just go along for the ride.

I have to say I was right on the money when I said things rarely work out how you expect them to.  Perfect example?  I went onto say in my 2008 wrap up how one thing I could be certain of is that, by this time, Patrick and I would be husband and wife. Whoops!  (See you in four months!)

2009 has been… an interesting year, to say the least.  Sometimes I don’t know where to start.  I finally took the “Big Jump” and went back to school.  I’m now a college sophomore with a 3.6 GPA, majoring in Political Science and Journalism. (Better late than never!)  Patrick also went back to school, too!  We expanded our brood with Clover, who has turned out to be a wacky little midget.  We moved into a gorgeous apartment in Northwest DC; this move also signaled our graduation from “English Basement in DC” hell to first floor natural light wonderfulness.

It wasn’t all daisies and rainbows, though.  There were deaths in the family, on both sides.  My mother and I had… well, The Falling Out; the one that I knew was coming, no matter how much I hoped it wouldn’t.  It ended with my mother unceremoniously disposing of my wedding dress, and I haven’t spoken to her since.  We realized that the end of the year was just too packed, and while it was a sad decision at the time, we moved the wedding to May 2010.

Overall, though, it’s been a good year.

At first I didn’t know how I was going to qualify this year, and then this morning I saw something.  Someone on Twitter added me t0 two of their lists.  The first list was called “Loves Life”, and the other was “happy-happy-happy”.

And you know what?  They’re right.  Even though there have been some downers this year, I love my life and I am very happy.  In all honesty, I consider myself to be very lucky.  I share my life with my absolute best friend.  I live in a city I love and am very blessed to call my home… even though I thought I was going to escape to New England earlier this year; I think we both learned our lesson on that one.

Even though the economy failed with flare, I survived layoffs at work, and have made a home for myself here; I don’t feel like I’ve settled.  Even though I waffled for awhile, I realized I can actually grow here.  I’m kind of proud that I have been able to navigate what some have dubbed “the Quarter-Life Crisis” with minimal upheaval; I’m holding my own, and I’ve somehow managed to find a good path for myself.  Now I just need to put my nose to the grindstone and move forward.

We’ve started putting down roots here.  I’ve met some amazing new people. I’ve gotten to know some of my current friends a lot better, and rekindled some unexpected old connections.   I’ve watched great friends marry wonderful people.  Patrick and I took our first vacation together.

While 2008 was an amazing whirlwind in which I finally started to learn who I was, 2009 was just tops, heh.  It’s the first year in a long time where I feel settled and at home.  Yes, we moved apartments, but I didn’t uproot myself.  I’m happy.  Everything is as it should be. While I was heartbroken over a few things, I have to say that when I look back on this year, what I remember the most is laughing with friends over a glass of wine, a pint of beer, or whatever happened to be handy.

2008 was a year where we got all of the pieces together that would make a beautiful whole, but I think 2009 was the year in which everything started to fit and gel together to show us what that big picture is.

Honestly, I can’t wait to see what this year brings me.  This year was filled with surprises and so much happiness, I can’t even begin to think about what might surprise me this year.  This is especially true since we already have some Big Things happening.  We’re finally tying the knot, but not before we move to Old Town Alexandria, Virgina.  We’ll probably be buying what Patrick lovingly dubbed “the family car”.  We’re going to cycle out some old furniture, and really turn our new place into a home.  Patrick will inch closer to his early 2011 graduation date, while I claw my way toward my junior year of college.  We will NOT, however, be buying any more dogs, heh.

I have some things I hope to accomplish this year, but I’ll reiterate what I said last year: I’m just excited to see what 2010 has in store for me.

Happy New Year!

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