Archive for August, 2009

August 25, 2009

A gigundo announcement

People, I don’t use the word gigundo lightly. For serious. I’m not going to give you any details yet, but I want to stir up excitement (you’ll see why that’s clever in a minute), because…(drumroll)…next week, I will launch a contest. Two winners will be chosen, and each of them will receive (drumroll again!!) a KitchenAid Stand Mixer. That’s right. Giddyup.

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People, if you don’t have a Salma of your own (that’s what I call my mixer), then you haven’t truly experienced Nirvana in your kitchen. I received my beautiful silver girl as a wedding gift from my three best girlfriends. Here’s what I did when I got it her the mail:

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August 25, 2009

Mangorita Sorbet

I’m taking a leedle break from the wedding posts because…well, the wedding’s over, for me, so I sorta want to stretch it out. Luckily, I have lots to write about still because I used some of my fun new kitchen gadgets the other day and whipped up a delicious batch of sorbet for a lovely friend who was joining me for lunch.

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This is a recipe that Molly, my summertime roommate, found and made a couple of months ago, so I already knew how incred it was. The good news is that it’s friggin easy to make, provided that you have an ice-cream maker (or, like me, the special bowl and attachment that go with your stand mixer).

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August 19, 2009

Our secret night-before mission

The night before our wedding, Dave and I left the happy hour early and went to the Sculpture Park for our last moments as a  non-married couple. We thought we were being sneaky, but someone snapped this picture of us before we could scurry away:

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As we watched the sun go down over the Puget Sound, we read each other personal vows we’d written that were too deep to share in front of an audience during our wedding ceremony. And here are those vows, in their entirety:

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August 19, 2009

Anatomy of a failed run

People, September 13 is going to be my day of reckoning. I mean, how the crap am I supposed to run a half marathon when I look like this after 3 miles?

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But, okay, we’re trying to be positive here so I’ll enumerate exactly why I think this run sucked it up and how I plan on changing that. In less than a month. Gulp.

Here was the plan for this run: Dave and I were going to practice my 11-mile commute to business school, then run 8 miles back and walk the last 3 for a cool-down. Chicago’s Air and Water Show was going on, so I figured there’d be enough sights like this to distract me from the pain of the run:

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Unfortch, despite the awesome aerial demonstrations filling the sky above me, I could not be deterred from my despair.

August 18, 2009

The Night Before (or, the moment Wiggs was like, “Holy shizz, this is really going to happen”)

See, here’s the thing about weddings that nobody ever really seems to mention: all of those guests are there for you. I guess nobody mentions it because saying it out loud sounds so obvious, but for me, there were about five separate times during the wedding weekend where I looked around at all of the people who had made the trek to Seattle and said to myself, “They’re all here because of Dave and me.” It wasn’t necessarily a good or a bad feeling…just…weird. The realization really didn’t hit me, though, until the night before the wedding, when Dave’s family hosted a happy hour at Kells, our favorite pub in Seattle.

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I’d also like to point out that I had zero to do with the planning of this whole shindig. I left the menu up to Dave, and I’ll be damned if the kid didn’t do a fantastic job. Everyone was happy. But first let’s rewind to the beginning of that day.

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August 14, 2009

Gettin’ ready: the day before the day before the day before

Anyone who is married knows that the beautification process leading up to the wedding is a multi-day affair. Because, people, I do not naturally look as good as I did on my wedding day. Future brides, you might want to skip my next paragraph about that. Here’s a fun picture to distract you, instead:

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Earmuffs, brides: All day on my wedding day, I kept saying, “Welp, this is my peak. My looks are aaaaaall downhill from here.” It made sense – OBVIOUSLY you’re supposed to set your beauty record on the day you get married, but crap, dude, now I want to look like that all the time. Oh well.

So on the Wednesday before the wedding (aka “the day before the day before the day before”), I set about putting the finishing touches on the tail-end of a loooong process I like to call Operation: Hot Bride 2009.

August 13, 2009

I’m baaaa-aaaack!!!

Okay, people, I’m back now and I’m a married lady. No big deal; it’s just TOTALLY FLIPPIN’ AWESOME. I find excuses to say “my husband” about 47 times a day – poor Dave probably feels like I don’t know his name anymore. It’s really exciting to say “husband” to strangers, even though one time I did it while I was checking out at an antique store and the woman behind the counter said, “But you’re SIXTEEN!” No idea where she got that number. I guess I do have a baby-face.
So, never fear – I will do more wedding recapping than you could possibly ever want. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be begging me to stop. And for those of you who don’t love all things wedding-related (I feel your pain; it seems like everyone’s talking about getting hitched these days), I also left myself a month to train for my second half-marathon and so far the longest run I’ve done was 5 miles. That should be interesting.
I’m still in the process of collecting all of the photos that are posted around the Internet, so you’ll have to be patient. Also, since we were away from Chicago all summer for the wedding, here’s what we came home to:
So there’s a lot going on. Holy cow. It’s so awesome I can’t even put words to it.
I feel bad leaving you with no bridey photos, so here’s one that my little cousin put up on facebook. This is right before we left for the ceremony venue, which was also around the time that I started asking to have an IV of champagne stuck into my arm.
One more little tidbit before I get to the mountain of boxes you saw earlier: about a week before my wedding, I was talking-slash-freaking out my dear friend Aubrey about how the EFF I was going to get our placecards and programs printed. Like a shining beam of awesomeness from heaven, she asked me for the Excel files and produced pieces so beautiful that they rival the invitations she did for me earlier in the year. Click here to see the programs, and here to see the whole suite she and her partner in crime, Tracy, did for us. Magical.
Coming up: my day-of wedding crisis, my makeup, eyelash extensions on impulse three days before the event, my hair, the ceremony of my dreams, yadda yadda yadda. Oh, and the biggest, most awesome contest of all time. Get ready.

Okay, people, I’m back now and I’m a married lady. No big deal; it’s just TOTALLY FLIPPIN’ AWESOME. I find excuses to say “my husband” about 47 times a day – poor Dave probably feels like I don’t know his name anymore. It’s really exciting to say “husband” to strangers, even though one time I did it while I was checking out at an antique store and the woman behind the counter said, “But you’re SIXTEEN!” No idea where she got that number. I guess I do have a baby-face.

So, never fear – I will do more wedding recapping than you could possibly ever want. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be begging me to stop. And for those of you who don’t love all things wedding-related (I feel your pain; it seems like everyone’s talking about getting hitched these days), I also left myself a month to train for my second half-marathon and so far the longest run I’ve done was 5 miles. That should be interesting.

I’m still in the process of collecting all of the photos that are posted around the Internet, so you’ll have to be patient. Also, since we were away from Chicago all summer for the wedding, here’s what we came home to:

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Add to that a bunch of clothes covered in red dust from the most awesome honeymoon ever and you’ve got yourself a busy little week for the Wiggs household. I guess we’re not the Wiggses anymore, but you get my drift.

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Yeah, it was a little high up there. Oh! And here’s my married hand!

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I feel bad leaving you with no bridey photos, so here’s one that my little cousin put up on facebook. This is right before we left for the ceremony venue, which was also around the time that I started asking to have an intravenous line of champagne stuck into my arm.

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One more little tidbit before I get to the mountain of boxes you saw earlier: about a week before my wedding, I was talking-slash-freaking out my dear friend Aubrey about how the EFF I was going to get our placecards and programs printed. Like a shining beam of awesomeness from heaven, she asked me for the Excel files and produced pieces so beautiful that they rival the invitations she did for me earlier in the year. Click here to see the programs, and here to see the whole suite she and her partner in crime, Tracy, did for us. Magical.

And here’s a gratuitous venue photo:

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Coming up: my day-of wedding crisis, my makeup, eyelash extensions on impulse three days before the event, my hair, the ceremony of my dreams, yadda yadda yadda. Oh, and the biggest, most awesome contest of all time. Get ready.

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