Understanding the T-Shirt Sentimentality

There are some things in life that will always be up for a debate: religion, politics, white wine vs. red wine, vinegar-based or tomato…and so on and so forth. Which is better? Who is right? Who has the final say?

Upon entering our relationship, there was one thing Jamey and I realized we both (embarrassingly) stood for: one can never have too many t-shirts. Perhaps in our case, I should rephrase: There is such a thing as too many t-shirts.

The final – and only – stack of t-shirts I now own (top shelf…the rest is just embarrassing)

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Where were we…

Well, well, well. What have we been doing these past few weeks?

This might be the longest hiatus the blog has yet seen, and I assure you we have no good excuses. Jamey might, since he’s been on the road quite a bit the past couple weeks, which is why I’m getting this post in now before he gets home and is an evening distraction once more. (See you soon, honeybunch!) Still, we’ve had some notable developments that are worth noting in the wedding planning and life planning arena, in general:

1. My dress came in! I made a whirlwind trip home this past weekend, which resulted in a 6 a.m. flight out to Atlanta Saturday morning and a 9 a.m. flight back into Charleston on Sunday. However, the 27-hour trip was fruitful; my mom and I scooted off to the alterations lady, giving her ample time to have the dress altered and ready by the Monday before the big day (keeping my fingers crossed that all goes to plan).

2. Jamey and I became godparents! We mentioned this activity over Labor Day weekend, I still think it was pretty special. I’ve never been an aunt before, so the fact that Jamey and I are now beholden to a little baby niece until she is a grown-up is pretty cool. We even got a fun photo of the Monaclan:

The whole enchilada. Props to my dad for taking this pic!

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Clean sheets and a book are calling my name.

Clean sheets and fluffed pillows on the bed, I started this evening with a windows-down drive home and a glass of wine to welcome myself back from a good day’s work. Jamey has been gone this week, but we’re crossing our fingers that he’ll get out early tomorrow morning. Still, a little reprieve apart puts us both in that homesick-I-miss-you mode, so of course he and I are both counting down the hours until he’s returned – we just aren’t as outwardly ridiculous about it, right babycakes? Continue reading

Family Backgrounds: AKA The Gray Man

So as a part of Claire and I’s getting used to this whole “marrying each other thing” we’ve been talking a lot about our families.

One of the funny things about my family is that my mother loves ghost stories. When she was a kid -to hear her tell it- she had a pet ghost named Alice. The stories that my mother and her sister tell are both funny, and frightening, and probably why I still don’t like to sleep in the house they grew up in. The Grand Strand of South Carolina has been continuously inhabited (by non-Natives) since the 1670s. It’s seen countless skirmishes, slavery, a war, and all the other detritus & minutiae of human life. My mother says that these emotions and strife of people are what causes ghosts to appear and stay around a place. And since this is a woman who used to take all her high school friends on “Ghost Hunts” on weekends, I’m inclined to believe her.

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Baseball and Beach Chairs

Since we’ve been neglecting you, dear readers, let’s do a quick recap of this weekend:

Friday evening, Scott and Lori joined us for dinner and game night. The game part resulted in only one round of Pictionary, which it turns out Jamey does not like! Mostly, I just find this amusing because there are a few select games to which I am not partial. I have played a few of these games with him before, so he knows which ones I really do not enjoy. (No need to go into detail here what those games are…but give Jamey a few minutes of your time and I’m sure he’ll be happy to reenact my displeasure. He for some reason gets sick amusement from this, probably because he just thinks I’m ridiculous.) Therefore, learning that he has a few games that can equally wind him is fairly amusing, notably something as silly as Pictionary.

Saturday night, we were all-American and headed to the Charleston RiverDogs game with a good little group. There’s really no bad seat in the house, but I have to admit we had a pretty sweet view:

Batterrrrr up!

We might have gone off our little diet that we’ve been quite successful at for the past week, but that was because we had to try this: Continue reading

Harry Potter

Anyone who knows Claire knows that she is a, well, ravenous Harry Potter fan. I have always liked Harry Potter, too. Many of our initial conversations were about Harry Potter and -I think- seemed more like an oral exam. It felt in many cases that I was being tested to ensure that I really what I was talking about.

Luckily, it would appear that I passed these tests.

So, today, I’m going to start a different sort of post. I’m going to create a repository of all the funny Harry Potter pictures that I run across on the internet. So Claire can review them later at her leisure. Check back more as I keep adding them.

So, without further ado:

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Have your cake.

Like me, Jamey really likes sweets. And desserts. And stuff with sugar in general.

What’s weird to me, though, is that he prefers sugary, fruity things over anything else. I on the other hand would probably eat my fingers if they were covered in chocolate, since chocolate is all I really need in life.

Which is why this conversation did not surprise me in the least:

Claire: What do you think of angel food cake?

Jamey: Meh. [Translation: I’m not motivated to care.]

Claire: What would you think of angel food cake if it looked like this and was on our gorgeous registry cake stand?

Angel food. With strawberries. On a cake stand. Simple, really.

Jamey: (serious pause.) Meh…? [Translation: I could be convinced.]

As you can see, I have a lifetime conflict ahead of me.