Her majesty majestic queen highness of the royal court duchess of Sumter

So my alarm clock did ring at 3 am this morning but not for the reason some of my friend's did; I woke up to get to the airport that's an hour away for my 6 am flight to Little Rock for a LONNNNNGGG overdue visit with friends and celebration of my best pal, Maggie & her fiancé (whom I adore), Blake. more on that after this weekend Well, as I sit here getting a sneak peek of the royal wedding via twitter, I can't help but weigh a few thoughts...
A) can't wait to watch the actual video footage in Little Rock tonight
B) ok ok ok, do we really love her dress that much?! I mean there's so much gushing going on. I would venture to say it's actually fruitless sucking up... I know, I know, ridiculous but personally, in April of 2011 you couldn't pay me to wear a long sleeved ball gown, just being real. Yes, the girl is gorgeous and maybe I'm slightly jeal that I'm not a real live princess but whatever
C) I accidentally fell on the RW bandwagon. I was totally uninterested (which is shocking considering my love of all things wedding) until I realized I would coincidentally be awake for it
D) siblings are where it's at. Pippa- hot.bod. That dress steals the show. Look out, Maddie, I'm comin and imma rock your wedding. And Hello Harry! It's about time gingers got world recognition and favor bestowed upon us because of our elite good looks.
E) most importantly, Karl tells me I am a princess. And a queen. And I believe him. And sometimes I act like one. So there. And don't even tell me y'all weren't on the edge of your seat for months waiting to see who designed my dress and what it looked like. Pa leeeze, I know.

Her royal highness,
Hannah K.C. Burton

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no 3rd wheel here

Emma has recently become the only single Cuppett girl.  In honor of this week and Emma's single status, I thought I would make her feel a little better by playing matchmaker.  Look who's been spotted?
XOXO

Your Welcome, Emma,
XOXO Hannah K.C. Burton

not so wordless wednesday

I don't have any cutesy pictures today so I'll substitute Wordless Wednesday for Quoteworthy Wednesday...

"Whatcha lookin at?"- Karl
"Well, you're going to think this is morbid.  And weird.  Butttt it's the blog of a woman who lost her baby."- me
"That is weird."- Karl
"Well, I don't think many people realize how many people lose babies.  I think it's good people talk about it.  SOOO many babies die."- Me
"Well, more crocodile babies die than human babies."- Karl

Thank you, Karl, for enlightening me this Wednesday morning.

sweet success

Yesterday marked 8 months of marriage for Karl and I.  No, we won't continue to "celebrate" every month of marriage from now until the end of time BUT everyone so discouragingly and annoyingly told us how hard our first year of marriage would be so why not celebrate every month for our first year?  In that case, I'm not pregnant, I haven't given either of us food poisoning or burnt the house down, we're still married, and I've only ruined one load of laundry... so I would say that we have had an extremely successful 8 months of marriage.  Congratulations to us!  I love him more than I did 8 months ago and we find ourselves happier and happier every single day.  You know how pessimists (like myself) say things like "set really low expectations for yourself and you won't be disappointed."?  Well, along those same lines, I would say that such a ridiculously not fun, sucky, and down-right lame dating relationship definitely sets the tone for what cannot possibly be a worse marriage.  I mean, we never lived in the same city, never saw each other for more than 14 days in a row (and that only happened once), were separated by war & school & oceans & miles SOOOOO how on earth could it not only get better then that?  Enter our first year of marriage.  Golden.  Money.  Perfection.  Pure Joy.  Like, we could be living in a cardboard box together and it be easier than our dating relationship.  That being said, these past 8 months have been cake.  Piece of cake.  Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Mom & Dad (ahem, the "the first year will be really hard.")  mmmhmmm.  Now I'm certainly knocking on wood, I mean, we do still have 4 months to go that could really dish it out to Karl & I butttttt, I'll call it in advance that this entire first year of marriage will be amazeballs.

Done & Done
Hannah K.C. Burton

mo money, mo problems

Well well well, I have been absent from the blogosphere for far too long and my online journal is definitely suffering.  To catch up, I just got back to South Carolina after a whirlwind of a trip to Texas.  I used Emma's Cinderella Charity Ball as my excuse to go home- it was so fun and our little Cindy looked adorable.  Cinderella is a huge Davis Family tradition and Emma was the 12th member of our family to participate and was 1 of 20 candidates this year that helped to raise almost $500,000- remember that you Pi Phis... rush 2012.  Anyways, so glad I got to go be there for it!  Here is a little proof that I was there, although I took it off Emma's Facebook so I'm not sure how good the quality is.

The remainder of my time home was spent tapping into my Professional Organizer persona by helping my mom go room-by-room of my parents' house and seriously clean out.  We purged, organized, threw away, and went crazy with Spring Fever.  My parents' house always looks immaculate and my mom is absolutely not a hoarder so how we came up with at least 35 trash bags of garbage and an entire garage full of yard sale junk is beyond me.  But it was fun.  And my happy place.  We found the most hilarious things from our childhood (like hair from a random haircut my mom gave Maddie when she was 8 labeled in a ziplock bag, weird & funny & I guess something sentimental only a mom can appreciate?)  I seriously am so passionate about organization and enjoy it more than anything I have ever done.  I know that's crazy.  I also know I could make some cash money doing it.... hmmm... one day.  This whole cleaning spree was brought on by the not one, but two offers that were made on their house and then backed out on within 72 hours of each other.  Ridiculous.  Their home has been on the market for 2 1/2 years while my mom has had her dream home just floating around in her dreams, not quite tangible, but almost because they even own the land that it will be built on.  The Lord's timing is absolutely baffling to me.  I was cleaning out my mom's nightstand and found this old spiral of mine full of ABC's and easy words that I practiced writing- I couldn't have been older than 5?

A few days were also spent wedding planning with Maddie, the anti-bride.  No opinions, no dream wedding that she has had in the back of her mind since she was 10.  What does this mean for me?  Well, two things: 1) sometimes a pain in the rear because it's weird to make decisions for someone else's wedding 2) i get to fulfill my dream of planning a winter wedding how i want it.  because she doesn't care.  yessssss.  #2 is definitely panning out to be the more prevalent of the two points.  because let me remind you, my mom, Callie, & I are planning our dream winter wedding... with a few of Maddie's specifications

So, I was supposed to come back here two days ago, not yesterday.  Here's that story: I was scheduled for a 7am flight that I groggily showed up for only to hear, "This flight is overbooked, do we have someone that is willing to volunteer for a later flight for a $500 American Airlines voucher?"  Well, I had about .5 seconds to decide what to do because I saw a man walking towards the counter.  Well, I impulsively ran to the counter AND BEAT HIM THERE!  And agreed to take a later flight!  I mean, I'm a housewife, I would still get back before Karl gets off work, why not?  I was sooo excited!  I told Karl the good news and braced myself for sitting in the airport for 5 hours.  Well LUCKILY I have an awesome mom and she came and picked me up!  Welllllll, I showed up for my next flight and decided to be brave and just straight up ask if that one was overbooked too... and whadya know?  It was!!  ANOTHER $500!!!  I fly more than the average housewife so these vouchers are the biggest blessing to Karl & I.  WOO HOO!!  Karl was so excited and agreed that it would be best to just book the first flight for the next day so I did and here I am!  When I got to Columbia yesterday I went to get my bag that had been there for 24 hours and the man said, "are you Hannah Cuppett?"  I confirmed and he said, "I gotta shake yo hand!  We've been tracking your flights and you made a thousand dollas yesterday!  You worked tha system!" hahahaha.  Well, there is apparently totally a whole system out there that I just discovered.  I'm $1000 richer and infinitely wiser.  At one point Karl & weren't sure when the opportunity to accept vouchers would end and when I would get home.  I mean, how can you turn down $500?  To this predicament Karl reminded me that, "mo money, mo problems."  Not a mantra we often deal with, ha

Anyways, that sums up the past 10 days in my life.  annnnnd now I'm throwing together my first Easter away from home/with Karl/that I'm cooking/decorating for.  Oh and this is what I came home to yesterday.

... so thoughtful! He said it took him about 30 minutes to make that paper flower- I LOVE it!

And obviously a post about home wouldn't be complete without a pic of the queen of The Cuppett Home.

Happy Everything,

Hannah

yummy pasta & bragging rights

I do not like italian food, namely pasta, very much at all... like I hate it.  BUTTT  I like one dish at a restaurant Karl & I like to eat at in Texas- Johnny Carinos.  It's called like Bowtie Festival, or something.  AND it has bacon in it.  And creamy cheesy buttery sauce.  And I really really like it.  Anyways, I decided to abandon Emealz this week [remember this post??] and branch out on my own so I was meal hunting and came across this recipe that looked awfully (and by awfully, I mean deliciously) similar to Johnny Carino's version.  Done & done.  Totally on my menu for the week.  Anyways, it was AWESOME and totally getting put in my recipe box to repeat sometime next week in the near future.  I would totally recommend it.  AND my lesson as an amateur cook: next time I will double the sauce recipe because I prefer things extra saucy.  {Take that as you will}  Anyways, the sauce just kind of barely covers the 1 lb. of pasta that it calls for so... make and don't double at your own risk.

Secondly, but more importantly, I just have to publicly proclaim how great I think Karl is.  Today is Saturday and he is approaching hour 12 of working today after 5 12-hour work days this past week.  Not a complaint out of his sweet mouth, nope, not one.  He is just such a hard worker and I am 100% grateful for his work ethic and his attitude.  He will maybe work tomorrow, for maybe 12 hours.  He will most likely put in 12 hour days throughout next week, and he is most likely working through next weekend as well.  No extra pay, no pat on the back. Sometimes I have to remind myself how extra special the work that he is doing actually is- these aren't average 84 hour weeks, these are like super american 84 hour weeks.  So so infinitely and extravagantly proud of him.

Hope you have a particularly patriotic weekend, as I apparently am?
Hannah K.C. Burton