This is a postcard

it made my day. The why is soon to come. Isn't unexpected and fun snail mail the best?

Noticed

To my friends who have noticed I haven't been blogging, I thank you for caring. I haven't dropped off the face of DC (though I've considered giving up on trying to find good Mexican food, along with Fernet being served anywhere within driving distance). The truth is, the good ole "tour" is not what it used to be. I might have to change the name of this blog... or at least remove the darn exclamation point. I no longer feel exclamation point worthy! I changed jobs - same company, different position - and now, instead of exploring the new, hip restaurants of San Francisco, I'm driving all over the state of Maryland in my new Prius. Alas. It is what it is.

The good news is that I did finally get myself automobilically-enabled; my daddy still has my silver Prius. My new baby is black and beautiful. (That last sentence on its own might evoke raised brows and questioning looks.) Anyway, the new ride came as a result of my new job, which has kept me ridiculously busy. Thus, the horrid visit to the DC DMV. And the heart-wrenchingly unsympathetic shredding of my beloved CA licence before my very own DC-residing eyes. I think the DMV should be required to have a psychiatrist on site. Are they the ones who can prescribe drugs, or am I thinking of psychologists? Anyway, I needed the mental assistance, but all I had was the lady who told me to smile for my picture, which turned out HUGE on my new license. Go ahead, make your own "big head" jokes and insert 'em right here. Continue reading when you're done.

So I actually considered taking down my blog altogether at one point because I was doing such a bad job of keeping it up. And then I remembered why I kept it in the first place: I want more. (I really wish I would've written this before Britney's new "Gimme More" was released because that's what played in my mind as I typed...) I love to write, and this shouldn't be a chore. I love my friends, and it shouldn't be so hard for me to find the time to pick up the phone to say hello. I love my husband, and my new job shouldn't keep me so busy and tired that I can't enjoy my time with him. Why did I move all the way here, after all?

So I've recommitted myself to writing again. I'm working on another DailyCandy freelance piece. And I'm going to be better about keeping in touch with the people who matter most to me. And I'm going to spend quality time with my beloved Taer, without complaining to him about how hard this new job is. And I'm going to live to LIVE, and not because I'm trying to chase a dollar or prove myself in one way or another to people who don't really care about me being me.

And I hope I recognize myself again.

Never go to the DMV on a friday

... or a Monday. Or any day, if you can help it. After almost 3 hours at the DC DMV with a side trip to the Social Security Administration, they just shredded my CA license - SO SAD! And now I am waiting to take what will surely be a bad photo.

My Kind of Push Ups

OK, I feel like I've turned into a video posting fiend, but this is one that I personally filmed. This is our friends' son, and he is hiLARious! This is his attempt at doing push ups... I think my own version might not look all that different.

SYTYCD

If you haven't seen this yet, watch this first; then go to the parody.

So These Guys Think They Can Dance

and they're hilarious! I'll post the OG dance for anyone who isn't as hooked on "So You Think You Can Dance" as I am.

We're back!

I *think* I should be back to my usual blogging ways soon. In the meantime, here's a little something from our wedding:

DIY wedding veil

I've SO been a BAD BAD blogger! Oh well. The wedding's now less than two weeks away. My newest pat-myself-on-the-back accomplishment is:

I made my own veil.

My uber-cool friend from work, Cristina, gave me the idea, since her talented self did it for her own wedding. So I visited my local fabric store, and...

Now I think I can be a veil maker. I seem to think I can do anything. Ha! Hope it doesn't fly off my head during the ceremony.

Momzilla or Bridezilla?

So my mom has been trying really hard to plan the wedding too. She's been - uh - "helpful" with all her suggestions, but I don't want the Asian-style dreamy glamour portrait shots. I like photojournalism, even if she thinks it looks like "snapshots anyone could take."

I like clean, modern floral arrangements. She wants bright and cheerful.

We have our differences. We're working past them.

Yesterday, she asked me about my DJ. She said, "I don't know what American DJs use, but if they are going to play CDs, we can have some of our friends and relatives bring their KARAOKE music. You know your Uncle Alex is practically like a professional singer!"

I couldn't show my mom my horror immediately. But my wedding will not be an American Idol audition!

The definition of accumulation

I HAVE BEEN A BAD, BAD BLOGGER! Naughty, naughty me. I deserve a spanking for how bad I've been at updating my friends on my life, and I hope anyone who has cared enough to tell me they miss my posts will forgive me. There have been a LOT of things keeping me busy, including the wedding planning - eek - and house renovating, just to name a couple.

Anyway, excuses aside, in my first post "back," I'd like to share one of my most exciting recent endeavors...

We designed and organized our master bedroom closet(s) thanks to The Container Store! And as you can see by our ORANGE closet doors and trim, PAINTING is next on our priority list. (The opposite wall is a bright, electric blue. But that's a whole other story.) Anyway, we measured and entered our measurements online and tweaked our plans before heading to the store on what we thought was the last day of their annual 30% elfa sale. The good news for anyone else out there hoping to organize their living spaces is that the sale has been extended to this Monday, Presidents' Day!

I never thought I'd be so excited about a friggin closet (outside of getting my hands on the goodies in SJP's closet).

But I am.

Does that make me old? I'd like to think I'm simply a domestic diva now.

Anyway, I've also been LEARNING a lot this winter, my first as an east coaster. After my last first snow, I excitedly told anyone around me, "I've never seen snow just falling like this! I only see it when I go snowboarding in Tahoe, and it's already on the ground. I've never slept with 'normal' roads to wake up to whiteness around me. And sometimes it melts away to nothing; and other times it doesn't. It's so cool!"

People looked at me like I was five years old, and they amusedly replied, "Oh, you mean accumulation?" Oh, so that's what it's called. That's what I feel like has been going on with my life too. But I'm ready to sweep away all the stuff and to get back on track with my normal life (whatever that may be).

I also learned about sleet today. It sounds like hail, but it looks like snow. People may try to correct me, but that's how I'm defining it for now. All I know is, it's my friend for now because it gave the government agencies a SNOW DAY off of work as of the afternoon, which meant I couldn't possibly call on any of my customers. Not that I didn't want to work. But this was what I didn't get as a Californian. I feel like a kid all over again.

One other thing I've been meaning and meaning to post about is my best friend's experience with a bad, bad company. Cherrytree.com treated her WRONG, and I need to share the badness! My dear friend bought a present from this company, specifically asking if the package would get to its destination in time for a birthday. They promised it would... and it did not.

After t called several times to figure out what was going on, the condescending worker eventually replied, "This IS the United States Postal Service we are dealing with."

That is NOT good customer service, and that is NOT the way to deal with anyone! A promise is a promise, and an apology should have been at hand. I can deal with small stores, and I appreciate mom and pop places, but I do NOT stand for bad service and unmet promises.

So that's that for now. I promise to be better, even if it's just a bit at a time. I hope all is well!

My first snow as a washingtonian!