1.21.2012

No Turning Back Now

We did it. We picked the venue -- and a date! And for all my friends already living in wedded bliss, I know you know this must be one of the toughest parts.

Ever since Evan and I started talking that we actually liked each other enough to tell the government, there were a few things we knew about our wedding. We wanted to get married in Austin, under a big tree, in the fall.

Well, one of those things is happening. We're getting married in Austin. Under a chandelier. On April 6, 2013. Oops.

How quickly minds change when it's all actually happening. Evan's proposal, however perfect, was a little late in terms of securing a venue in Austin in the fall. There is certainly no shortage of places down there, but apparently Austin is the new "it" location in "destination" weddings. Consider us trendsetters. Of course, this is no surprise to us. We are so "it!"

So, with our October hopes dashed -- we replaced them with the realization that we don't care when we get married... we just care that we do. And we are, so problem solved. My parents must be paying Evan a fortune to do that!

After much deliberation (and I mean MUCH) we decided on Kindred Oaks in Georgetown. It's absolutely perfect and I can't wait for everyone to come to Texas and see exactly why we loved it so much. I think you'll find the dance floor up to standard to showcase your amazing moves, and there's a bar -- so, if you don't like it... just keep drinking. You'll like it eventually.

Now, much to Evan's friends chagrin, our date may or may not fall on the same day when Mizzou makes it to the Final Four. Yes, Evan is concerned that the wedding interferes with March Madness. And with a basketball season that has not happened yet. But after dealing with conflicts for ACL, SXSW, UT Football, the Austin Rodeo, Governor Perry's haircut... I kind of put my foot down. I like 4/6. I like that they're even numbers, and I like that it's far enough ahead in April to not cut sweeps too close. (TV News friends, you know what I mean.)

So, Grizzled men, please direct your complaints to me. I welcome your whines and cries now, because -- as Evan says -- the surest way to get Mizzou to the Final Four is to have our wedding the day of the games. You'll thank me later! I am SUCH a good fiancee!

In all seriousness... I cannot wait until April 2013. Now comes all the fun parts -- dress, cake, weight loss, crying -- and we have plenty of time to get it all done.

Until the next decision... here's to counting the days! We're stuck with each other. Oy.

UPDATE: Evan wants me to make clear, that there was no scheduling conflict the week following Final Four. The date would've been 4/13/13. I nixed that. Two 13's!!! He thinks I'm being ridiculous. I probably am.

1.18.2012

Bear's New Bed

It's been brought to my attention that we haven't posted in an appropriate amount of time to keep up with our fan base... (Rachel.)

I'm so glad I have (a) loyal follower! I wonder who will play me in the movie they'll make surrounding the success of this blog?!

Well, you're in luck today. Because I have a very important update!!!

Bear got a new bed, and he LOVES it! It's also a very chic gray, which makes his mom happy. Doesn't he look regal?

However, we still haven't trained the parents to keep their rules. Exhibit A... what happens when mom spends Sundays in bed watching a marathon of Biography TV.

You're welcome!


1.03.2012

Good Dogs Don't Get Caught.

Saw that saying at PetSmart the other day while shopping for Bear. You see, we're on a mission these days to find him a new bed. Something fluffy, cushiony, and something that will remind him that we have rules around here -- one being, Bear isn't allowed up on the couch.

Bear seems to have forgotten this rule. He turned 8 on Christmas. And as a senior citizen, I feel he's trying out some early bird specials (if you will) on his parents.

Recently, we've caught this dog up on the couch. Repeatedly. He, of course, thinks we have no idea. One night, not three minutes after turning out the lights for bed... I hear him sneak out of the bedroom to go take post on his new throne. So I grabbed the flashlight next to our bed, snuck out, and surprised him with a spotlight discovery. He knew he was busted.

But did he learn? Of course not.

Next day -- not two minutes after leaving the house, I came back inside because I forgot something. There he was, finding the perfect spot to shed all over.

Oy.

My point here is, our sweet 8-year-old is being bad. But it also makes us laugh. So it's really hard to punish him and truly enforce the rules. (Like all good parents should.)

So what do we do? We punish him by buying him something luxurious. I mean, how can you not when looking at this face?
I worry about when we have kids. Real, human kids. At least they don't shed.

1.01.2012

Happy New Year!

We had a fun New Year's Eve here in Lubbock-- so much fun, Bear and Julie are just POOPED on New Year's Day.


Hi Julie!