Wedding, Depar Two?

First, let me say that tonight has literally been the first night in two months (hence the lengthy gap between blog posts) I haven't wanted to weep from overwhelming school. This is my last semester of school and definitely proving to be the most difficult, by far. I am sure one day I will look back and think, you know what? Being a poor married college student, with both of us completely swamped with work, school, and grad school applications was kinda fun. As for right now, it's not something that I would pass up Disneyland for.

My good friend Ally is a floral design major and had her big bridal/wedding show this weekend. A few days ago we talked, and it turned out that she needed to find someone to be the bride for her room; she had a specific dress she had to have the bride wear and it turns out that I was one of a gajillion people who fit into the dress. It was kind of like Cinderella. with a dress, minus the mice, and the true love thing. Since I fit into the bridal gown, I naturally had to have a groom. And who better than my dashing real life groom?

So today Robert and I spent the afternoon being props for and awesome flower show. But really. Ally did an awesome job on her room- she is a VERY talented florist. Her theme was a classic/vintage black and white. The pictures don't really do it justice.

My awesome little sister (besides the fact that she is 8 in taller than me) did my hair. To the right is the final product. 

A table runner made out of flowers. How cool is that?!

Even though it was far less enjoyable than our wedding (considering the people were really on there to look at the decorations and flowers- not us), it brought back many memories from the last time I wore a wedding dress and stood next to my dashing groom. 

Weddings are awesome. Marriage is so much cooler.

karma

I don't have very many memories from my childhood, and every time I say that my mother looks like she is about to break down in tears (so we just don't bring it up). I have a few small memories, but I don't remember a lot. It's all just scattered pieces.

As a little background, my mom is what one would consider "healthy" . The first time I watched "My Big Fat Greek Wedding", I felt a connection with the little Toula who sat down, looked at the other girls Wonder bread (RIP) sandwiches, and felt a light pang of envy as they curiously looked down at her "moose ka-ka" (or whatever non sandwich item was in my lunch). Yes, Toula- I get you. I wished I had "normal" food, too.

One of the very few vivid memories I have as a child was when I went grocery shopping with my dear mother. We were walking around the grocery store, and I was vocally silently  wishing my mother would put food like Top Ramen and crackers in our basket instead of a third bunch of kale. When we finally got to the counter, the nice clerk looked at our cart full of little produce bags and said "oh heavens! I don't think I have ever seen someone buy all of this before. Do you actually eat all of these vegetables? What on earth do you eat?!" I looked at her, sighed, and said "I don't even know".

Last night I left Robert at home to tend to his studies, applications, and more med school essays (the poor guy is overwhelmed) while I headed off to the big metropolis of Idaho Falls to do some shopping. It was just me and the Superbowler-s. They were raiding the chicken wings, beer, and cheese, and I was raiding the produce. When I got to the counter the lady behind me mumbled to her husband "I don't think I have ever seen someone buy almost only produce before. What do you think they eat!?" I looked down at my cart and pitied my unborn children.

Karma.

Civil Rights

I love holidays- I love holidays even more when it means you can celebrate with a day off of school (which never happens in college). It was once known as Martin Luther King day, but this year I discovered that they changed it to Civil Rights day. Why? I am not quite sure, but either way I am grateful for civil rights.

In celebration, we went cross-country skiing up to Mesa Falls (last date recap) with some of our friends. The weather was beautiful. (It wasn't -20 and snowing, so I was happy.) Once we got to Mesa Falls the sight was un.real. The falls were almost all ice, and it was breathtaking. Robert went out onto the ice (which I didn't get a picture of), but it cracked and he almost died.

Sitting on the bench was actually more like sitting on the ground.

After our cross-country skiing adventure we had some other friends over for dinner! Yay for delicious risotto and great company. They had a baby cute 5 month baby girl, and she is just the sweetest thing, ever.

Happy Civil Rights/Martin Luther King Day!