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The hour of questions

I have never been a good sleeper. Even as a child, sleep never came naturally to me. I can sit as still as stone, I can close my eyes and will the sleep to descend. But I cannot stop my mind from racing.

I’ve learned by now that I should just get up, get out of the bed after ninety minutes have passed. By that point, I’ve usually allowed my thoughts to whip me into a frenzy of self-doubt… generally over absolutely nothing. Tonight’s mental frappe is largely body-image related, which is pointless, at best – as though it could be possible for me to leap out of bed at 1 a.m. and diet/exercise off ten pounds right now. Once my brain is foaming with anxiety, then comes the hour of questions: Am I doing the right things with my life? Am I using my time on earth as well as I can? Will tomatoes ever be back in season? Where did my blue socks go?

Mental quiet is not my strength. It is something that I yearn for, and something that I will one day prioritize. But for now, I sit here, pondering my hours’ worth of questions.

Violets are blue

My coworker brought her new baby in to visit us today. She was delicious!

Violet James

When I made my 30 Before 30 list, I promised myself that I would not define my success or failure by the ability to check off every single item, OMG. I made the list to bring more joy, more fun, more satisfaction into my life. I have a bad habit of making long lists of things to do, only to accomplish the work-related items and neglect the fun items. I promised myself that my 30 Before 30 list would only comprise things that I wanted to do, and that I’d give myself a break if I didn’t check off every single one.

Today, I am crossing an item off the list. Not because it won’t be completed, but because I have chosen to not rush it. We’ve picked a wedding date, and it will not be prior to my 30th birthday.

When we began to plan the wedding, I promised that I would not be bound by Item 29 of my list. I promised myself that I would go with the flow and pick a time that worked for us, rather than trying to rush through a list that I made largely on a whim. Alas, I’m such a little perfectionist that I found myself justifying why a wedding date prior to November 12, 2010 would make sense. I argued for it over and over, refusing to admit two things:

1. A wedding date this coming fall does not make good sense for us, for a number of reasons.

2. We kind of like being engaged. We’re only planning on being engaged ONCE in our ENTIRE LIVES. We will be married for the next sixty-some years, but we will only be engaged for a little while. I’m really just kind of luxuriating in it.

After doing some deep thinking and taking several deep breaths, HW and I both agreed that May, 2011 is a far better timeframe for us. Suddenly, the world seemed to open up. Everything made so much more sense, everything seemed easier. The location was available, the minister was free, and our families were into the idea.

And so, we have a wedding date: May 28, 2011!

I’m crossing Item 29 off the list, but I don’t consider it a failure, for sure. I have a wedding date! Woohoo!!!

Just over a week ago, my friend, Richard, gave me an Amish Friendship Bread starter. The starter was in a plastic ziploc bag, and sat on our counter for ten days. And Blogdom, dare I say it, nothing looks more disgusting than fermenting batter in a plastic bag. The Horse Whisperer began referring to it as “the bag of mush.” Usually, he referenced the “bag of mush” in a whining tone: “Do we really have to eat the bag of mush? The bag of mush is staring at me! Can’t we just throw out the bag of mush?”

The bag of mush stayed, and each day I squished its contents, added more ingredients, and waited. Finally, tonight it was ready to bake.

But first, to whet the Horse Whisperer’s palate, I made him…

salmon with rice noodles, Asian-inspired broth, and bok choy.

It. Was. AWFUL.

Blogdom! IT WAS AWFUL!!! Genuinely! Terrible!!! And my house still smells like it!!!!!!!

The Horse Whisperer valiantly choked down about 1/3 of his portion, before finally looking at me with pitiful eyes and asking – nay, begging – me if he could please go watch hockey now. As though I were the Granter Of Permission To Watch Television! (Hint: I am not.) I told him that of course he could go watch hockey, and that I was going to bake the bag of mush, and his face fell about ten feet further before he skulked off to the living room to wallow in the pale, watery pain of a terrible dinner and the promise of a baked bag of mush for dessert.

I began to mix and measure, and suddenly realized that I had failed to read my recipe thoroughly, and that I needed a box of instant vanilla pudding mix.

Lest I offend 98% of you, I must tell you that in my universe, a box of vanilla pudding mix IS NOT AN INGREDIENT! NOT! NOT! NOT! I googled for alternatives, but was already feeling defeated by the salmon debacle and gave up quickly. Surely, I thought, one of the two corner stores on my street would have a box of instant pudding. I strapped on my shoes, and hit store number one, where I located Jell-o, but no pudding. I walked to the second store, told the shopkeeper what I was looking for… and was informed that vanilla pudding mix? Is not an ingredient.

Ha! I knew that!

Determined to sell me something to substitute, the shopkeeper finally convinced me to leave with a can of mandarin oranges. He even comped them, convinced that he’d found a viable solution for me. And he helpfully suggested that I should perhaps mash them with some sour cream to sub in for the pudding.

I think you see where this is going, right? Well, if what you “see” is me going home, putting the can of mandarin oranges in the back of a cabinet, and googling “Amish Friendship Bread no pudding,” then you win! And hey! There was a recipe!

This post is really going nowhere, except to note that the Horse Whisperer has a renewed faith in my cooking, having tasted the bag of mush and declaring it “ahhhh-may-zing.” Let’s just say that all’s well that ends well, I suppose.

Oh, and if you need an Amish Friendship Bread starter, you just let me know. I’m just going to sit by the phone and wait for your call.

Still waiting…

Still…

No one? No one at all???

The Un-List

So I already talked about the wedding-related things that are Really Super Important to us. There is, of course, also a whole array of things which, to us, Totally Completely Utterly Do Not Matter At All.

Now.

I am guaranteed to offend someone with this list. Please be advised: I do not think any of these things are stupid, bad, unnecessary to the universe at large, or wasteful. I’m just saying that they don’t matter to us. The Horse Whisperer and I don’t consider the following items to be a priority, but that does not mean that you shouldn’t. Nor does it mean that we don’t love experiencing these things at other peoples’ weddings.

Whew. I hate disclaimers. But… you know.

Aaaaanyway, here’s a list of the things that are at the bottom of the priority list, or have already been cut entirely:

1. A Limo/fancy getaway car. I don’t give two flips about cars. Why would I care about them for my wedding?
2. Traditional wedding cake. I like cake. I think cake is delicious. But I also like pie. And cookies. And lemon tarts. So we’ll probably a variety of all of the above, and save a few hundred dollars on a fancypants multi-tiered cake.
3. Save The Dates. Dudes, I love stationary. I love beautiful paper. I love postcards, and I love getting Save The Dates from other people. But… I honestly don’t think that many of my relatives would understand the point. I think some of them might even be offended. Once we set a date, I’ll send an email to tech-savvy folks and call my grandparents. Southerners are excellent at spreading news by word-of-mouth.
4. Guest favors. I would love to make mini jars of jam for my guests. But if time and money start to look tight, that’ll be the very first thing off the list.
5. Videography. I hate seeing myself on moving film. I love photos. I will pony up for photos, but hell no on the video.
6. I hate to say it, but… Open Bar. We will have wine, beer, and maybe even champagne. That gives people plenty of options, without running up the enormous expense of having every type of liquor in the world. Plus, I have Southern Baptist grandparents. I don’t want everyone else to have to attend a totally dry wedding just to make them happy, but I think having an enormous, hulking bar full of 800 varieties of the Blood of Satan might be pushing their comfort level.

Lest this sound like the Least Fun Wedding Ever, there are plenty of things we will have. But I’m going to save that list for another day!

I gave notice to my current job this morning. After three-plus years of my current position, I have accepted a position elsewhere. I could not be more excited!

My current job has been full of ups and downs. Some of you have heard about them in detail, and I will spare the rest of you. Suffice it to say, my new position will involve similar work, but the work will be more challenging and better supported. My new organization is another San Francisco landmark, with which I am utterly enamored.

It’s strange to realize that I have, in the past 33 days, gotten engaged and accepted a new job. I suppose it goes back to the theme of one of my very favorite posts over at Wednesday Chef: a few times in our lives, we are given the chance to make meaningful, sweeping changes in our lives. In those moments, it is a great and powerful thing to leap into change with open arms.

Finally, finally I’ve jumped.

I cut my hair!

I have nothing else to say right now! So! I cut my hair! And dyed it a little lighter! You can’t tell from this picture, because I don’t take very good self-portraits! WEEEEEEEE!!!

New hair!

I’d been “growing my hair out for the wedding,” because that’s what “they” tell you to do. But you know what? I hate my hair long. I feel drab, and it usually ends up scraped into a bun. It makes me feel ugly. Why would I a) spend months of my life feeling ugly just to wear my hair a certain way for one day, and b) want to have hair that has made me feel ugly on my wedding day? These things do not make sense. Screw what “they” say, I like my hair shorter, and that’s that!

I have a few fun projects to show you soon, but I’ve been really bad about photographing them. Tomorrow I can hopefully share!

W.I.N.?

That’s one of my favorite Lou Holtz-isms: What’s Important Now?

Having given myself some decompression time, I am starting to feel much more sane and logical about wedding planning. There are a few realities that I managed to completely overlook for the first few weeks of wedding planning, and those realities made this entire situation seem more doable. For example, my parents have generously offered to help us with the expenses. HW’s family has offered to handle the flowers. I can sew, and my mom can SEW. I have planned multi-million dollar parties for work in the past, so this should feel like a cakewalk… albeit a far more personal cakewalk. Also? I don’t want a lavish, formal wedding.

I can totally do this.

The first step is figuring out what we want. There are a lot of resources out there that tell you what you ostensibly “need,” and we just don’t buy into that philosophy. As far as we’re concerned, what we need are the following things:

Me
HW
An officiant
Our families

When you look at that list, suddenly the act of getting married doesn’t seem that complicated. Everything else is just a bonus! But even though that brief list shows the necessary elements, there are definitely some other things that we’d like to include.

1. We’d like to have our friends and extended families included. We would especially love our many wonderful grandparents to be present.
2. We would like to have fun! We want our wedding day to feel like a big family reunion, bringing together all of the people that we love.
3. We’d like to have our wedding in a beautiful and comfortable setting, preferably in or around my hometown.
4. I would like to wear a wedding dress of some permutation, and the Horse Whisperer would like to wear a suit.
5. We would feel so honored to have our closest lifelong friends standing next to us.
6. We would love to have beautiful photos to look back on when we are 90 years old.
7. The Horse Whisperer would like a photo of the two of us with a cow.
8. We would love to have tasty-but-fun food to share with our guests.

Those are the priorities. (I am not kidding about item 7, by the way.) We’re pretty sure we’ve found a setting for this shindig, but are stuck waiting until my small town’s Super Gigantic University Football Schedule is announced, which should be within the next few weeks. After that, we’ll be ready to hit the ground running.

Guest post!

A friend emailed me this afternoon and asked me to host their guest post, because this little corner of Blogdom disperses such awesome advice. Welcome, Friend! Everyone else, please weigh in what you would do in this situation, if you have a moment. Thanks!

I’ve had a blog for just over three years. In that time, I’ve gone from having three readers (me, my man, and my mom) to having just over 2,000 independent hits per week. I have put a lot of work into my blog, and I’m proud of it.

Yesterday, though, I found myself in a tough spot. A real life acquainance started her own blog several months ago, and had been aggressively trying to boost her readership. She had sent out an email to a large group of friends, asking people to read her blog. I try to be supportive of the community, so I made sure to check in every now and then, but her tone was very negative most of the time. She seemed to pride herself on being mean to people – her next door neighbor, the anonymous girl wearing “ugly” boots on the bus. Her blog made me like her less and less, so I stopped reading. I didn’t make a big deal of it, I just stopped going by and commenting.

Yesterday afternoon, I opened my email to discover a note from her. She basically demanded that I add her to my blogroll. She said that she couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t linked on my blog anywhere, and that she wouldn’t stop pestering me until I added her. I couldn’t believe her nerve! I know that the blogroll isn’t something that many people pay attention to, and so I will probably end up just linking her to shut her up. I can’t imagine why she would feel entitled to a spot on my site. I wish I had the balls to tell her that she needs to work on her content if she wants to draw readers, instead of trying to feed off my traffic.

What do you think, Abbersnail’s readers? Do you link to people who ask you to add them, if they haven’t put in the effort to interact with you on your site and theirs? And when people ask, do you feel annoyed? I know I’m taking myself and a stupid website way too seriously, but my blog feels like my creative property, and I don’t like people expecting to get a piece of my intellectual “pie.” What would you do if you were me?

Wednesday lovelies

It’s been raining for several days in SF, and I’m feeling the need for pretty things. I’m trying to save my pennies at the moment, so I haven’t pressed “purchase” on any of these beauties, but there’s no reason you should feel the same compulsion.

1. The entire Big Sur dining room line of furniture, from Crate and Barrel. I’ll take the Lyle chairs, too.

2. I have added I Know How To Cook to my ever-growing list of “things I might actually purchase sometime in the near-ish future.” This cookbook is super crush-worthy.

3. Yeah, I could NEVER wear this. But you totally should.

4. This necklace is just so dainty and pretty. I feel like you could wear it with anything in the world, and it would look perfect.

5. I think a custom-made fortune cookie painting would be the sweetest valentine around! If you have a spare $200 to spend on your honey, this takes the cake!

6. Oh, Anthropologie, you make the prettiest, sweetest dresses. Le sigh.

Go forth and shop, my friends! Someone needs to buy this stuff to enjoy, because it’s just too pretty to go only to anonymous strangers!

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