compared to June

hospital honeymoon, take two, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Never a dull moment, or so it would appear, but believe me, it feels quite ordinary.

With J out of town, Sarah and I drove up to the Grand Canyon and came back Sunday night (yes, this is old news). Monday we (S and I) drove out to Buckeye to spend time with Lizz and Patrick. We all made dinner together and played a board game that everyone says I hated, but this is unsubstantiated.

Tuesday afternoon, I woke up and positive that I was dying, I drove myself to the hospital in true Heather-fashion. Jason landed in PHX and came right to the hospital. I stayed for four days and am now home sweet home.

I have acquired new blood clots in my lungs, but they are very tiny compared to June. My left ovary is again a hotspot for homeless cysts. My blood was far too thick, somehow, and I'm happy to be alive.

This may set back the baby-making and if so, I'm understandably selfish and bummed out.

Oh. And we still need to go on our honeymoon!

an impromptu vacation

snowy tree at canyon, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Sarah and I took an impromptu vacation to the Grand Canyon this weekend. It was her first time ever seeing it, and my first time seeing it with snow!

It was super fantastic and it's got me psyched for the holidays (we don't get to see snow much in the valley).

Jay gets back Tuesday and hopefully we can finagle a belated honeymoon the following week.

More shots from the roadtrip or Rodetrip on my flickr.

ghostbusting is a stressful job

bustin' makes us feel good!, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Just got this pic from the photographer and I love it so much! Had to share! The guy on the right looks like a pretty decent Dan Aykroyd but he acted a little annoyed when I told him that. Oh well. I guess ghostbusting is a stressful job-- especially with three mortgages.

Have you met my husband?

gazebo nuzzle, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Have you met my husband?

The last three mornings I have anxiously awoken, trying to remember what I have to accomplish for the wedding that day. When I realize the wedding has already happened, I experience this ping of excitement followed by a bittersweet drop.

I need something to do. I need something to plan. I planned the entire wedding and we made everything ourselves. Everyone says I should do this professionally and after much shrugging around, maybe I might.

I'm in a weird limbo of sorts. The wedding is over. We haven't honeymooned yet. Jason went back to work and then leaves for NY for a few days to attend the wedding of one of his groomsmen. We can't make a baby until we get the ok from the doctors. It's a weird funk that I wish I could shake.

Everyone keeps asking how it feels to be married. It feels the same. After 8 years, people always assumed we already were married. I'm happy we didn't hit ten because that's when people whisper and raise eyebrows.

I have to say, I do love seeing Jason wearing a ring. I also love the, "Have you met my wife" jokes.

Oh I know what I can do...I'm going to do all the holiday baking and decorating that I never could when I was in retail. It's going to be awesome.

my roaring 20s wedding

my parents walking me down the aisle, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

It's official!

After 8 years of dating and the last three engaged... We. Are. Married.

My husband is sleeping while his wife blogs about it.

This is a beautiful picture taken by my dressmaker, KTJean. She made my wedding dress(es) (I wore two with a costume change a half-a-notch less extravagant as Lady Gaga but twice as exciting). She also made my mother's dress (pictured here), as well as 5 beautiful bridesmaid flapper dresses for my roaring 20s wedding.

I can't believe it's over!

Next new job? Wife!

Haunted Paninis, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

This place was closed, so I didn't even get to enjoy their yummy foods. Couldn't resist snapping a pic though because that ghost is the cutest.

New York, Chicago, and Florida families coming in 6 days. Rehearsal and giant family dinner in 7 days. We say "we do" in 8 days. I need more time!

Odds and ends have kept me busy. Bought a very weird bra today. The woman who sold it to me struck up wedding talk with me and come to find out she wanted to get married at the same venue as us but said it was too pricey for her. Said the Dillard's woman to the unemployed girl. Not gonna lie. Felt awesome. I replied, "Oh that's too bad." Walked out of that store feeling straight up BALLA!

Sarah and I did some last minute antiquing and her creepy doll from the previous entry is still there. I wonder what he does at night and if their security cameras pick up ghosts. Jay and I saw the re-release of Ghostbusters in theaters last week. It was a very cute and festive and nostalgic last date. By which I mean our last date as an unmarried couple.

Unemployment is giving me the runaround and landing a job has been a task. I'm not 100% ready to work but could use the money. Next new job? Wife!

I wish I could slow down time and enjoy the final stages of planning. It's gonna fly by! Love you all. Whoever you are.

any day and every day

tim burton doll, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Okay, so just for the record, it isn't really a Tim Burton doll, but it could be. It should be.

My best friend found this doll while we were antiquing and I'm really surprised she didn't buy it. She fell in love with it and he was only 15 bucks. I'm pretty sure he's haunted and if he isn't yet, it's only a matter of time. Had she bought him he would have become possessed by the spirit of the dead cat that bled out all over the back seat of her car. (This sounds terrible, but she was actually saving a cat that someone else hit.) It's a weird story, but this close to Halloween we can write it off as festive.

Nineteen days until my last name becomes considerably shorter. For years people have joked that my name was too long and for years I joked back that I was "working on it." Four letters beats ten any day and every day for the rest of mine.

I'm getting increasingly stressed out about stuff getting paid for and going as planned. I was a cucumber until recently. I used to watch Bridezilla's and laugh at how silly they got over minutia but I tried watching it last night and I felt anxious like I was watching a suspenseful thriller movie. My severance from my previous employer was smaller than I signed for because I didn't know that the IRS legally taxes it at 25%. It would have been nice for them to disclose that, although I guess they don't have to.

Blah.