Getting married on Saturday.
Whoa.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Wedding thoughts, at random
I want to start blogging about wedding stuff more because I'm sure than in a year's time (or maybe three or eight years' time) I will look back fondly on this time and wish I had more record of my thoughts. Should I try to relish this time? I'm trying to think more positively about wedding stuff, and not think of it as one crazy day that's sucking up all of my time and money and energy.
- We went to two florists this weekend! One was great and one was okay. I got a quote from the great one and it's UNDER budget, including centrepieces!! That's what makes it the great place. So unless I hear back from the girl that Jaime used, Chez Bloom will be doing our flowers. The woman there had the right combination of listening to what I wanted and offering suggestions... perfect for me, who wants lilies and purple flowers but doesn't have a damn clue beyond that.
- I am getting antsy for my dress! It's been 8 weeks since I ordered it...
- Invitations scare me. That's the next big scary thing. There are SO many choices and they're all really pretty. I'm definitely not making my own; while that might work for people like Manda that is not something that would work out for me! Lauren + scrapbooking = pain
- Rehearsal dinner location is set, I think! We're going with Chapati, the site of our first date (everybody together, now: AWWWWW) which has amazing Indian food. And to the people who are concerned about spice, they are very willing to make a variety of dishes so I assure you that there will be things like grilled chicken, veggies, rice and bread for you wimps. Or you can just not come to the RD. OH, what now!
- The big freakout, today, is that I realized that our wedding is the day of U of M Homecoming. Did I know that already? If I did, it got sucked back out of my brain because I've been freakin' out all evening. I don't know what will be better: if the game is at 11am, which would end around 3pm, pouring thousands of people out into Stadium Village right before the wedding... or having a 6pm game, with people out at night drinking and yelling and wreaking havoc? Oh boy, oh boy. Well, we are definitely getting security to keep any party-goers out of our reception. Last thing we need is some drunk frat boys getting wind of the bar and going nuts all over our reception. Unless of course, they're drunken frat boys from U of T, but that would be kind of odd. Since I don't talk to them anymore and all.
- Where the heck is Ryan? He is (possibly? for sure?) going to start DJing at our reception site and was meeting with a couple tonight. Ryan, come home! I have a chicken with broccoli and onion stir-fry waiting for you! And it's getting cold!
- This may be uncouth, but I can't wait for people to buy my presents, like the super-amazing-crazy-expensive skillet I want. I am so sick of cooking with cheap-o pans.
- We went to two florists this weekend! One was great and one was okay. I got a quote from the great one and it's UNDER budget, including centrepieces!! That's what makes it the great place. So unless I hear back from the girl that Jaime used, Chez Bloom will be doing our flowers. The woman there had the right combination of listening to what I wanted and offering suggestions... perfect for me, who wants lilies and purple flowers but doesn't have a damn clue beyond that.
- I am getting antsy for my dress! It's been 8 weeks since I ordered it...
- Invitations scare me. That's the next big scary thing. There are SO many choices and they're all really pretty. I'm definitely not making my own; while that might work for people like Manda that is not something that would work out for me! Lauren + scrapbooking = pain
- Rehearsal dinner location is set, I think! We're going with Chapati, the site of our first date (everybody together, now: AWWWWW) which has amazing Indian food. And to the people who are concerned about spice, they are very willing to make a variety of dishes so I assure you that there will be things like grilled chicken, veggies, rice and bread for you wimps. Or you can just not come to the RD. OH, what now!
- The big freakout, today, is that I realized that our wedding is the day of U of M Homecoming. Did I know that already? If I did, it got sucked back out of my brain because I've been freakin' out all evening. I don't know what will be better: if the game is at 11am, which would end around 3pm, pouring thousands of people out into Stadium Village right before the wedding... or having a 6pm game, with people out at night drinking and yelling and wreaking havoc? Oh boy, oh boy. Well, we are definitely getting security to keep any party-goers out of our reception. Last thing we need is some drunk frat boys getting wind of the bar and going nuts all over our reception. Unless of course, they're drunken frat boys from U of T, but that would be kind of odd. Since I don't talk to them anymore and all.
- Where the heck is Ryan? He is (possibly? for sure?) going to start DJing at our reception site and was meeting with a couple tonight. Ryan, come home! I have a chicken with broccoli and onion stir-fry waiting for you! And it's getting cold!
- This may be uncouth, but I can't wait for people to buy my presents, like the super-amazing-crazy-expensive skillet I want. I am so sick of cooking with cheap-o pans.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Countdown!
Confound it all, this just doesn't fit anywhere within my layout.
I'll find a new one that does, don't you worry.
I'll find a new one that does, don't you worry.
Monday, March 30, 2009
I'm back, baby
Hey, it's been a while!
Ryan's been bugging me for ages to write a blog post. For some reason, despite driving me to work, exchanging an email or two during the work day, picking me up and driving home with me, going to the gym with me, eating dinner with me, sitting next to me on the couch while we plow through our Best Picture Winners project and snuggling next to me at night, he still wants to read about what's going on in my head.
Aw, we're so damn precious.
So what have I been up to? Turning 25 was, actually, surprisingly painless. Moving out of the old house and into the new apartment was not quite so painless, with a huge snowstorm slamming the Upper Midwest the night before. Nothing makes moving exciting quite like a foot of new snow and bitter cold! We had lots of lovely help from the Berglund-Husebys and the Rosoks... that sister of mine is a taskmaster, and I mean that in the best way! She was instrumental in motivating all of us to keep on moving heavy furniture.
Other than that, Ryan and I joined the YWCA; we bought a 42" LCD TV and schmancy new tv stand for it, along the way realizing that we have a lot of IKEA furniture!
I've also been attempting at wedding planning, although I am terrible at it. Really, awful. There are some people, some of whom I have called friends, who really excel at this type of thing. I don't excel at it and I don't enjoy it. But we have the church, the reception hall, the dress, the wedding party, the bridesmaid dresses and the date. We have a photographer and soon we'll have a baker. We need an officiant (um, very important) and a florist. Hopefully the rest will fall into place easily enough.
Ryan's been bugging me for ages to write a blog post. For some reason, despite driving me to work, exchanging an email or two during the work day, picking me up and driving home with me, going to the gym with me, eating dinner with me, sitting next to me on the couch while we plow through our Best Picture Winners project and snuggling next to me at night, he still wants to read about what's going on in my head.
Aw, we're so damn precious.
So what have I been up to? Turning 25 was, actually, surprisingly painless. Moving out of the old house and into the new apartment was not quite so painless, with a huge snowstorm slamming the Upper Midwest the night before. Nothing makes moving exciting quite like a foot of new snow and bitter cold! We had lots of lovely help from the Berglund-Husebys and the Rosoks... that sister of mine is a taskmaster, and I mean that in the best way! She was instrumental in motivating all of us to keep on moving heavy furniture.
Other than that, Ryan and I joined the YWCA; we bought a 42" LCD TV and schmancy new tv stand for it, along the way realizing that we have a lot of IKEA furniture!
I've also been attempting at wedding planning, although I am terrible at it. Really, awful. There are some people, some of whom I have called friends, who really excel at this type of thing. I don't excel at it and I don't enjoy it. But we have the church, the reception hall, the dress, the wedding party, the bridesmaid dresses and the date. We have a photographer and soon we'll have a baker. We need an officiant (um, very important) and a florist. Hopefully the rest will fall into place easily enough.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Reflections on the eve of a quarter-century
Contrary to personal tradition, I'm actually handling this turning-of-a-calendar-page fairly well. A small bowling party and a peaceful breakfast/lunch marked the occasion, and I'm more than okay with that. I have, notably, NOT aged well in the past but I've felt fairly peaceful towards the end of my first 25 years on Earth.
There are a lot of things I've been meaning to say. I sort-of compiled a list of "New Years' Resolutions" but didn't feel motivated enough to write them down (because the weren't fully fleshed out at the time) but I will disclose my big one, which (given the hype!) is INCREDIBLY BORING:
I am trying to eliminate High Fructose Corn Syrup from my diet.
Lame, right? But HFCS is terrible for you--read any literature (that isn't paid for by the people that grow corn!) and you will learn some disturbing things about diabetes (and the switch of terminology from 'adult onset' to 'Type II' diabetes, that is directly connected to the nations' consumption of HFCS. It's pretty disturbing.)
So that's my big goal. Obviously once in a while I'll still have a regular soda, and I think that's okay. But it's my big goal.
Other than that, I must say, one of my bigger goals for my second quarter-century on Earth is to be a better friend.
I am, with my own awareness, a fairly shitty friend in a lot of ways. I get tunnel-vision, where I only focus on the 10-or-so people I see most often, and everyone else falls by the wayside. I don't mean for this to happen and I truly dislike it. This is something that I am aiming to change.
So, I must to big Adieu! to my first quarter-century of this life; I hope that I may live the second quarter century and beyond to its' very fullest. I hope the next 25 years are kind, honest, peaceful -- and, beyond all, -- fair, for all. (whether they read my sporadic thoughts or not).
There are a lot of things I've been meaning to say. I sort-of compiled a list of "New Years' Resolutions" but didn't feel motivated enough to write them down (because the weren't fully fleshed out at the time) but I will disclose my big one, which (given the hype!) is INCREDIBLY BORING:
I am trying to eliminate High Fructose Corn Syrup from my diet.
Lame, right? But HFCS is terrible for you--read any literature (that isn't paid for by the people that grow corn!) and you will learn some disturbing things about diabetes (and the switch of terminology from 'adult onset' to 'Type II' diabetes, that is directly connected to the nations' consumption of HFCS. It's pretty disturbing.)
So that's my big goal. Obviously once in a while I'll still have a regular soda, and I think that's okay. But it's my big goal.
Other than that, I must say, one of my bigger goals for my second quarter-century on Earth is to be a better friend.
I am, with my own awareness, a fairly shitty friend in a lot of ways. I get tunnel-vision, where I only focus on the 10-or-so people I see most often, and everyone else falls by the wayside. I don't mean for this to happen and I truly dislike it. This is something that I am aiming to change.
So, I must to big Adieu! to my first quarter-century of this life; I hope that I may live the second quarter century and beyond to its' very fullest. I hope the next 25 years are kind, honest, peaceful -- and, beyond all, -- fair, for all. (whether they read my sporadic thoughts or not).
Saturday, January 10, 2009
I've Been Thinking 'Bout You
Just thinking about readings for the wedding:
XVII (Cien sonetos de amor)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I love the last stanzas. They might be better in Spanish:
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
To any Alpha Gam friends who are coming to the wedding: You're readers. Plan on it. If you can't make it I will understand, but if you are going to be in Minneapolis on 10-10-09, you're in the wedding.
By the way, have I mentioned how much I miss Toronto lately? Not to say that I don't love Minneapolis, because I do. I love my roommates and my fiance and my family, and Minnesota will always be my home. But Toronto is my alma mater, the mother of my soul.
Someone asked me today exactly what it is, really, about Toronto that I love so much: I don't have an answer to that question. It's where I found myself. Toronto is where Lauren was born. Minnesota gets such short shrift; I was born here too in many ways! If I divided up evenly the pivotal moments of my short life, I don't think either side would win. So many influential times were split between the two places. But I miss Toronto in the way I would miss a lost limb. Toronto is, in every way, a part of my heart and my soul.
Which is why I love Ryan so much more when I mention Toronto and he says, "We're going to move there soon!" He knows how important that place is to me; he knows that half my heart lives there. Well, half my heart lived there, before I met him: he owns more of it now than any mere city ever could. We likely never will live there, though it is a nice dream... he knows that I love having that dream.
XVII (Cien sonetos de amor)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I love the last stanzas. They might be better in Spanish:
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.
To any Alpha Gam friends who are coming to the wedding: You're readers. Plan on it. If you can't make it I will understand, but if you are going to be in Minneapolis on 10-10-09, you're in the wedding.
By the way, have I mentioned how much I miss Toronto lately? Not to say that I don't love Minneapolis, because I do. I love my roommates and my fiance and my family, and Minnesota will always be my home. But Toronto is my alma mater, the mother of my soul.
Someone asked me today exactly what it is, really, about Toronto that I love so much: I don't have an answer to that question. It's where I found myself. Toronto is where Lauren was born. Minnesota gets such short shrift; I was born here too in many ways! If I divided up evenly the pivotal moments of my short life, I don't think either side would win. So many influential times were split between the two places. But I miss Toronto in the way I would miss a lost limb. Toronto is, in every way, a part of my heart and my soul.
Which is why I love Ryan so much more when I mention Toronto and he says, "We're going to move there soon!" He knows how important that place is to me; he knows that half my heart lives there. Well, half my heart lived there, before I met him: he owns more of it now than any mere city ever could. We likely never will live there, though it is a nice dream... he knows that I love having that dream.
Monday, December 8, 2008
In Memoriam
Jarrod Saltalamacchia
Jarrod Saltalamacchia, a life-long resident of Minneapolis, Minnesota, succumbed Sunday evening to an unknown illness. He was 14 months.
A Betta fish, Jarrod is survived by his human mother, Lauren Poulter, human step-father Ryan Glanzer, and roommate-family Sarah Domenichetti, Roscoe Domenichetti and Nick Sandbulte.
Jarrod was known by all to be a kind and scholarly fish. His brief life was punctuated by some excitement; at age 3 months he was nearly murdered by a cat. His happiest moments were when he was fed and when he was given fresh water to swim around in.
A memorial service is planned for 8:30 pm on Monday evening, December 8th in the downstairs bathroom of his Minneapolis home. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to the Poulter-Glanzer Fish Memorial Fund.
The editorial staff would like to make note that Jarrod Saltalamacchia is alive, well, and training for the 2009 baseball season in the Palm Beach, Florida area.
Jarrod Saltalamacchia, a life-long resident of Minneapolis, Minnesota, succumbed Sunday evening to an unknown illness. He was 14 months.
A Betta fish, Jarrod is survived by his human mother, Lauren Poulter, human step-father Ryan Glanzer, and roommate-family Sarah Domenichetti, Roscoe Domenichetti and Nick Sandbulte.
Jarrod was known by all to be a kind and scholarly fish. His brief life was punctuated by some excitement; at age 3 months he was nearly murdered by a cat. His happiest moments were when he was fed and when he was given fresh water to swim around in.
A memorial service is planned for 8:30 pm on Monday evening, December 8th in the downstairs bathroom of his Minneapolis home. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to the Poulter-Glanzer Fish Memorial Fund.
The editorial staff would like to make note that Jarrod Saltalamacchia is alive, well, and training for the 2009 baseball season in the Palm Beach, Florida area.
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