Addendum

I realized the post on divorce probably came a little out of the blue.

I was in Princeton this past weekend with my in laws and extended family. We were there to celebrate my husband's grandparents' 60th wedding anniversary. They renewed their vows and I have to say, with all the glitz and hairspray that goes with today's wedding, there was nothing more beautiful than these two people in their 80s.

Quote of the weekend: "Life hasn't always been easy, but I feel the same way about her today that I did when I married her."

That's a special thing, but something all married people should strive toward. Be kind to one another, and laugh with each other.

Divorce today

I can't fully speak to divorce. I've been lucky in life that it is has been a fairly foreign thing. I knew a few kids whose parents got divorced. But my close friends' parents are all still married. My parents and my husband's parents are still happily (which is key) married. So I've had incredible role models who have shown that nothing good is ever easy, all the time.

But nonetheless, I do know a few people who have been divorced. Some wait years to date, some get engaged 4 months after the ink is dry on the paper. But I noticed a trend.

Disclaimer: I know this does not apply every time. There are some awful people who treat others terribly. But in the people that I do know, they usually say one of two things: They married too young, or they married the wrong person. Rarely do I hear, " you know, he did some things, I did some things, and we just aren't going to work through it."

The mistake in the latter way of thinking is that the problem lies in that one particular person. The danger in this is that if you always point the finger, and never look at the fingers pointing back, you'll take it straight into the next relationship.

Giddy as a schoolgirl

So, I feel a little silly. At 27, I feel like I'm a little too old to have a fictional boyfriend. But I do. I dig Edward from the Twilight series. And I am excited for the movie, which opens this weekend. And though my claustrophobia will probably prevent me from seeing it opening weekend, I fully intend to see it in theaters.

tagged

Hm. So I've never done this, but it's Monday, late afternoon....My friend Katie tagged me. I can't believe the whole thing is about my husband. :) So, here goes:
Where did you meet your husband?
Through his brother in college.

How long did you date before you were married?
Hm...about 3 years?

How long have you been married?
Just over 3 years.

What does he do that surprises you?
Oh, a lot. He'll write songs, bring flowers occasionally. But I love when he picks me up a trashy tabloid-y magazine on his way home, mostly because I know he really hates them.

What is your favorite feature of his?
Eyes.

What is your favorite quality he has?
Loyalty and absolute trust.

Does he have a nickname for you?
Yes, but I'll decline sharing.

What is his favorite sport?
Golf...groan.

When and where was your first kiss?
This is getting personal.

What is your favorite thing to do as a couple?
Travel.

Do you have children?
Soon, Mom, I promise.

Does he have any hidden talents?
He is a better musician than he knows.

How old is he?
27

What's his favorite kind of music?
Rock

What do you admire most about him?
His faith and character.

Will he read this?
Oh, heck no.

And one more thing...

Exactly how old are our candidates for president? Obama made some comment about a pig wearing lipstick and aaallllll of a sudden, both sides are at it like a gender-bending version of "Mean Girls."

Obama was like, "A pig wearing lipstick."

and then McCain was all, "whatever, that's sexist."

and then Obama was like, "As if. I won't even dignify that with a comment. But here's a comment anyway."

Finally McCain ended the timely, important debate about pigs by saying, "Nah nah nah nah boo boo."

Next thing you know, Biden won't invite Palin to his birthday party.

Breathe...

Well, I have had to switch gears pretty dramatically in the past few weeks. Those lazy days of summer came to a screeching halt once September began. I will now take on the challenge of work-life balance. I never have any difficulty when one OR the other is busy. If work is slammed, then things on the weekend must be relaxed, and vice-versa. Unfortunately, sometimes life gets in the way.

Work will be busy from now until the spring, which is good because I enjoy the challenge and hate ever feeling idle or bored. But there is something going on pretty much every weekend from now until the end of the year. And though they’re all wonderful things (weddings, family reunions, anniversaries, football games, vacations), it can be a little overwhelming when you try to plan the remainder of the year out.

So, I must take the following:
1. a deep breath
2. one day at a time
3. into account how blessed I am.

I must NOT take the following:
1. Anything for granted.

(around) 28 days later

I’ve been gone. I’ll blame it on the Olympics, though that’s not really the whole of it. I just haven’t felt like writing anything, and that makes it difficult to post anything. Work is heating up again, and the end of summer makes me slightly apathetic. I need to be invigorated by crisp fall air! Pumpkins! Scary movies and blankets! Foliage! Unfortunately, Richmond has a delayed fall, but somehow, psychologically, September feels better, even if it is still 80.

Oh. And my 10-year high school reunion is this weekend. I know, I know, aging is all about perspective. At 40, looking back, I’m sure I’ll feel like I was a baby at 27. But 10 years out of high school is weird at 27, I don’t care who you are. And I am not going. I debated, but I didn’t angst over it. But I got an opportunity to get out of town with my husband and his parents, and I decided that it is more important to grab time with the people you love than revisit old times with people you don’t remember. Part of me wants to go, but I think I made the right decision, for the right reason.