he's snatchin my people up or why you'll all cancel your trips to seattle

Adam and I pride ourselves on our neighborhood. We love almost everything about it. (But, oh! the parking...) Coming from living in the U District (mug or be mugged) I feel really safe here in good ole Capitol Hill. Our street feels really suburban and our neighbors are friendly. Tonight, Adam and I ended up on the street view of our apartment complex.
See? Who wouldn't want to live there? But, wait...let's zoom in.Hide yo kids! Hide yo wife! No more sleeping with the windows open, folks.

the one in which i stuff my bra with socks

Happy Halloween!

with my by myself

Last night my husband of three plus months up and moved out. Moved all the way to Tri-Cities, Washington and woe is definitely me. He'll be there for the next 6 weeks (minus one day!) and pretty much I already hate it. Who is going to drive me everywhere? Who will wash the dishes? And most importantly who will keep me from eating chocolate chips for dinner?!

The other night I was talking to my friend Ande who is also freshly married and whose husband travels a lot for work. We were talking about the crazy things we think/do when our husbands are out of town for the night. She said last time her husband was gone, she found some poles in their closet and propped them up next to her bed...just in case. We had a pretty good laugh about that one but after last night I'm thinking I might need my own set of poles.

It took me a couple of hours to fall asleep and I had some pretty pathetic and embarrassing thoughts during that time. I only realized how pathetic and embarrassing they were this morning when I was miraculously still alive. I think one of the real low points was when I was playing with my hair and wondered if I might actually be playing with someone else's hair and they were laying in bed with me waiting to attack. Wait it gets creepier....it was the little girl from The Ring! I mean...in this scenario, would my poles even help me? Guys, should I upgrade to a spear?

All my single ladies and my male readership (I don't have a male readership) probably can't relate but can I get an amen! from my married sisters? Even though we confidently slept in our own (twin?) beds alone for 20 plus years, it somehow seems so wrong to have to do it now. Call me crazy but it just feels so nice knowing you have a big strong man to protect you from danger.

I mean...
am I right?

*I really love my husband. Big time. He might be small but his heart is probably 3/4 of his body weight. Who else do you know with a 60 pound heart?

flowers

Thursday:

Friday:

Saturday:

Two days before the wedding Norhan, Shuruq, Morgan and I all went to Fields of Flowers and picked all the flowers for the wedding. I guess we got a little carried away because we ended up picking about twice as many as we used. Oh, well. It was so fun and there were so many happy/lovey particles floating around. I wouldn't have had it any other way. Florist? Who needs a florist when you have your besties? And each of us separately resolved that we, too, would have a flower farm someday.

Someday...

O Canada

Last weekend Adam and I took our first international trip together. It was huge! We drove the hundred miles to the Canadian border on Friday night, flashed our passports at the border patrol and we were in. We used airbnb to book our room and, yes, loved it. We didn't do as much as we had hoped because somebody (points finger at self) was in charge of planning and kind of took the "oh, we'll figure it out when we get there approach". But here's what we got around to doing.

Vancouver Temple where Adam was looking very Euro with no belt
We rented bikes and rode around Stanley Park. So cool!
Vancruiser
Stumbled across this beachAdam took about a million pictures and a good majority of the biking ones were of this variety.
This was the best one if that tells you anything.
I like to imagine someone lives up there
Oh, you know. Just a giant wooden picture frame.
This is what Adam called my "exposure therapy trip". What a lucky girl I am.

Almost cracked under our weight, I'm mostly sure.

About to get on the suspension bridge. People die on this bridge! Okay, it was one high schooler. Who was on LSD. And climbed over the fence. But, ya know. It could happen to you.

Adam snapped this picture while I was racing to the other side.

Do you see a loose board under there? Is it just me?

It was a much needed break for both of us and a much deserved break for Adam who had just taken his medical boards the day before we went. Go Adam! Now he is working 14-16 hour days at the hospital and is doing his first overnight shift tonight (why do you think I'm blogging right now?). So, no more coming home to a clean house and a warm meal for me. Sigh...I guess the honeymoon's really over now.

Nope! I'll never admit to that!

PS...Do you like how Adam cracks up at his own joke?

Mainecation

Ok, ok. It's time to talk honeymoon. Adam and I took the advice of pretty much everyone we know and kept our honeymoon as relaxed and low key as possible. Actually, we hardly made any plans at all! Just booked a couple of flights and a place to stay and hoped for the best. And ohmygoodness we never wanted to leave. The weather was perf (70s and sunny all week), our B&B could not have been more charming, the food was fabulous and the former presidents were so gracious. So here we go. Kennebunkport, Maine.

bikes we rented for free.99!

beachin

mah huz

stopping in to say hi to George and Barbara

baby's first lobster

baby's first dip in the (freeeeeezing) Atlantic

Adam took a break from rowing to capture this picture of me taking a break from rowing (one of my many).

Yeah, we loved it. And I'm ready to go back.

married

and now we live together

doctors in a hallway

with George at the clinical transition* ceremony last weekend

Congrats to my main squeeze on the halfway point. He has worked so hard these past couple of years. Of course, he still has a long road ahead of him but we're really going to try and enjoy these next few weeks. We're off to Virginia tomorrow to get ready for the big event, and then it's Maine for a week! Next time I blog I'll be a married woman.

Wish me luck!

*not in the Seattle sense of the word

long time coming

practicing our temple exit circa May 2009

That's two years, people. Two very long years.
Here's to one month out! Waaaahoooo!

getting physical

Lately, Adam has been really into doing physical exams on me. You know, "for practice". Whenever I see him traipsing up to the car after school with a stethoscope in his hand I groan a little bit because here we go again!

Monday night we did basic vitals: "now I'm going to take your blood pressure" "can you hear this out of both ears?"

Tuesday was chest and lungs: "take a deep breath...take another deep breath...now breathe normally...did you stop breathing? keep breathing but just breathe normally...just try not to think about it." It's hard people!

Tonight's the pelvic exam. Kidding! I have my limits. But really, I can't help feeling like he's sizing me up a little bit. I mean, I'm not worried...I have nothing to hide. But last night he did hear some crackling in my lungs so stay tuned and cross your fingers that this wedding thing's still on.

another milestone i guess

If our engagement were a pregnancy we'd be in the third trimester. That's right people. 6 months down, 3 to go. To celebrate we're going to a wedding so that we can glare at the happy couple and I can ask myself "why did I need to get married in the summer?" "who thought a 9 month engagement was a good idea?" Sigh.

*Sorry to be so negative but gosh...being engaged suxxxxx. Next time I'm totally eloping.

hypothetically speaking

How many bridesmaids skirts is too many to ask your 78 year old grandma to make?

One?

Three?

Eight?

My grandma, performing one of her other talents that's going to come in handy this June.

Jerunion

Maddie and Michael are bringing the sun to Seattle this weekend. Let's all say a little prayer that the Saturn Saturn can make the trek and that the weather doesn't decide to turn nasty on us. It likes to do that here.

Maddie, her cardboard cut out of Michael and some old boat.

Can you tell I'm not working this week?

win-lose

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