Yes, it's true, I am posting here again

At least for now.
For my teeny-tiny following, I apologize for replacing this blog for one where I could anonymously complain about everyone I've ever known. It's nice to have an outlet, and I intend to keep it, but this one's easier to share.

Anyway.

Since I have not updated this particular blog since July, let's do some for-serious Fact-age:

Facts-

1. Wordpress is far superior to Blogger. I know it's harsh, but it's true. 
2. I started making jewelry again. THAT and I starting selling on Etsy again. THAT and I'm actually letting people know about this, which has been difficult for me.
3. I'm married now.
4. Since I'm married now, Pretty will now be Mr. Pretty. Oh, he's gonna loooove that. I can't wait to tell him. I would swivel around in this here office chair to inform him if I did not have a very warm and happy kitty sleeping in my lap.
5. Oh, we bought a cat. His name is Sam. He's a badass who also loves his mommy- the best of both worlds. I like to think that he fights crime before snuggin up with me at the end of each day. 
6. Not working is the most fantabulously (yes, fantabulously) amazing thing I've ever done for myself. 
7. My Masters program is awesome. Mr. Pretty's (ha!) is time consuming and hard, whereas mine is fun and fairly laid back. At least for now. This is why I'm going to have "counseling" in my degree title and he will have "doctor". 
8. Oh, the wedding was beautiful...probably should have said that sooner. 
9. I feel no different than I had before becoming a Mrs. (weird). People ask that a lot.
10. Mr. Pretty is all up in my business about changing my last name. Not in a cave man-y way, but there's definitely an odd sense of urgency. When asked, he simply replies, "I just can't wait to see my name on your driver's license." My inner feminist hates this, but my current whatever-I-am thinks it's kind of cute.
11. I wrote awhile ago about the curse of assigning the title of Best to a friend and how it always bites me in the ass. Well, go figure, it happened again.
12. Our trip to Wyoming was beyond-words-awesome and we're working on planning our next trip. Silly Mr. Pretty wants to pay ridic' amounts of money to snowboard there. Visiting snow is nice and being with my family is nicer, so I'm in. 
13. My friends keep moving to different states. It makes me so sad. Not that I blame them, I would move outta this state ASAP if possible, but since I typically have like 5 friends at a time, it blows when 3 of them leave. Just sayin'
14. Speaking of moving out of AZ, our most recent election has left me wanting to shake everyone in the state and scream at them. FOUR MORE YEARS. Not to be an education snob (I am), but you should not be allowed to be in that position with only a high school diploma behind your name. Seriously. I HATE her.
15. Politics still make me angrier than I should allow, in case this was not noticed. 
16. Now that the wedding is over, I am going to get my hair chopped off (THANK GOD) and dyed more than one color (THANK GOD again). There will also be at least one more tattoo. I say "at least" because the one I've planned will be small, like all the others, and it's time to be a little more adventurous. I'm thinking full-color, half-sleeve...or something in that family. Yes, I am completely serious. No, I will not do something huge and stupid for the sake of rebellion. I have been wanting to do this for a long, long time but people always gasp and say "But what about your wedding photos??!?!" (PS: easy does it, society.) People can't guilt me out of it anymore.

OK, bored with this now. Also hungry.
Until next time...

Maybe getting a little excited about the wedding again. Starting to regain focus of the why and not so much the how.
Plus, a candlelit ceremony with our closest family and friends? Does it get any better than that?

Work has been so overwhelming lately. Like, never getting around to my ever-increasing pile of paperwork, forgetting to eat lunch, poppin' Klonopin like candy, overwhelmed. Again, I should be offered more money. I should be offered sainthood, but I'll accept higher financial aid if that's all ya got.

Just want to write and make my jewelry and be left alone for awhile. Maybe catch up on some sleep. Call those friends I've neglected for the past year.

Two and a half weeks.  Two and a half weeks. Two and a half weeks.
Wyoming. Wyoming. Wyoming.

It's almost my birthday. I keep forgetting about that because I'm so focused on other things. Well, that and who gives a shit about turning 25? Woohoo lower car insurance! Maybe I'll get gifts...really needing some assistance so I can be pretty, happy, and slightly less in debt. I can see this as a reason to look forward to the anniversary of the day I was sliced out of my mother's uterus. Sorry for the visual. I was a C-Section baby because I was upside-down. Of course I was. I've been difficult and stubborn since the womb.

I have fallen asleep at 7:30 for the past two nights. Waste of my free time? Why yes, yes it is. At least today I fell asleep after some serious self pampering and receiving a full-body massage from Pretty. I can get pretty demanding when I feel the need to be taken care of. "Why is it that I spend my whole goddamn life taking care of everyone else and no one ever gives a f*ck about what I want?!" Frequent complaint these last few weeks. Need a social work vay-cay.

I had real, intelligent, big-girl thoughts to share, but can's seem to recall what they were...

Until next time. 

Wedding planning has reached an almost-tolerable point...
THE Dress? Purchased.
Tuxes? Done.
Save the Dates? Sent.
Honeymoon? Booked.

A lot of the tedious details have been worked out as well. I actually chose table linens. That's right, what was once was feared has now been defeated.

But don't ask me about the bridesmaid dresses. Please. I do not want to think about the bridesmaid dresses. I have nightmares about the godforsaken bridesmaid dresses. Typing "bridesmaid dresses" three times (now four) has raised my blood pressure significantly. No, I cannot explain it. Perhaps this is because I'm afraid I'll force three of my favorite people into hating me. Turquoise satin = hatred? Strong possibility.

Hoping to get that done and over with this weekend. Then I think I can take a break...maybe?

Almost done with  my job, which means almost time to go to Wyoming with my Pretty. Then some blissful time of nothing-ness and back to school for me/us.


Really, really looking forward to the nothing-ness. I want to be bored. I want to go a full five days straight without serious thoughts of mass murder. It's my dream.

I have not written a worthwhile entry in quite sometime. I blame this mostly on my lack of inspiration. To say my life is boring is perhaps a bit extreme, but it's definitely redundant to continue writing about this. I'd considered writing about what would essentially be the same thing over, and over, and over...but who wants that?

Thoughts at random:

I have a headache. My shrink prescribed me a new prescription for this, and I'm trying to keep an open mind about it. No meds have worked in the past, but that's no reason to stop believing in miracles.
Barf.

I am terrified of the "best friend" label because it seems that once it's been assigned, that significant person decides they don't like me anymore. I really wish I had this person right now though. Shit's been crazy and stressful and overwhelming and making me feel sick. I went home halfway through the day on Thursday due to starting to have a total nervous breakdown. I can no longer tolerate my job.

Speaking of...I've officially turned in my resignation. My last day will be July 2nd, the day before our trip to Wyoming. This was not the easiest decision to make. Although I knew that it would be impossible to handle the stress of school on top of this particular job, I didn't want to leave my friends. I feel endlessly guilty for leaving them. I'm horrible at maintaining human contact and I'm fairly certain that once I pack up my office and leave for good, I'll rarely see those people again. It's difficult for me to become close to people and establishing trust can be a rather large hurdle. I'm scared to have to do this all over again.

I feel that I should discuss more specific details of my upcoming nuptials. I'll just do links...

The ceremony and reception will be held here
My dress is from this store but I will not show which one, per my lover's request
This is our super-cheesy wedding website

Since this is all being posted on the inter-webs, I feel it necessary to say that this will be a small wedding. Invites had to be strictly sent to close friends and family. We love you all, I promise, it just isn't possible to invite everyone. I really wish I could- there are plenty of people I would love to add to the list. This is a tough economical time for everyone, our families included.

photo by allison johnston.



I'm still really excited about marrying this Pretty boy of mine. The planning is a pain and I'm tired of making decisions about things I don't think should matter much, but at the end of the day this is what I'm looking forward to. Barf again. Apologies.

Thoughts, at random...

My sister is an amazingly talented photographer, and she has a new photo blog. She is posting one new picture every day for a full year, in honor of a good friend who died a couple weeks ago. This is it.

She makes me very proud :)

I bought my wedding dress over the weekend. This a huge relief, and I'm starting to get super-excited about this wedding nonsense again, now that all the decision making is done. For the most part.

My job is killing my soul/spirit/overall desire to live.

Pretty and I are going to Sedona this weekend, and I'm really hoping that this will provide enough rest to last a few more weeks. I'm getting really burned out man, and I'm not sure how much longer I can go without having a full-blown nervous breakdown.

People disappoint me a lot. I should stop having such high expectations.
Something I like about myself- my ability to see through most bullshit. I'm also pretty fond of my gift of telling people to fuck off while maintaining a smile on my face and a song in my heart :) I feel that I would be an excellent torturer. Or spy. Or both. Preferably both. 
I get this from my grandmother. I talked to her on the phone yesterday. It's funny to hear the way she tells stories, because it's always with the same sarcastic tone that I use.

Eh, ran out of motivation. Until next time...

 (Photo by Allison Johnston)

  

Something that makes me happy: my home.

I really love where we're living now.
There is a pomegranate tree in the back
Ivy covers one side of the building and then wraps around through the car port and above the front door.
We live next to an old woman who plays the piano with her windows open.
There are neighborhood cats that sleep on top of the roofs of different buildings, and sometimes on people's cars.
Our master bedroom is the quietest room in the whole place.
There is natural light everywhere.
There is plenty of room for the Love Puppy.
I get to have my Art Space.
The location is pretty perfect and this is going to be the first place I've lived in since my parents' house that I won't be moving out of in May.
There is a dry "river" right behind our complex, and there are no leash-laws there so the Love Puppy has a place to run around and play while I collect pretty desert rocks. 
This is our Engaged House, and will soon be our first Married House.
My Pretty lives here.
Etc.

Le sigh.
My face smells like sulfur.

Dear Blogger, I'm cheating on you.

Is it another blog?
Yes. I'm sorry.  I never meant for you to find out this way, blogger.

I'm not going to share the specifics of this new blog because it is my (our, actually- it's a collaboration of sorts) baby and I must protect it at all costs. 
Maybe someday.
But most likely not.
This one is meant to be anonymous, and it's hard to keep it this way if I share my new secret three days into having it.
I will share that I'm really excited about this. It's a new project. I love projects.

I'm trying to talk Pretty into a long weekend in Flagstaff. We haven't been there since the end of last summer. I miss the fresh air. I've already been approved for the time off...maybe I'll kidnap him and take him there against his will.
And really, it shouldn't be too difficult to talk the boy into some time with his bestie. I'll bring a book and give them the chance to be all in love or whatever.

Flagstaff in the spring...be still my heart.