Addict.

Congratulations America! Some of you out there have delightful, creative, and original wedding ideas!! Contrary to my initial findings, I have recently discovered some delightful resources for planning the hopefully rustic/chic wedding of my 8 year old dreams. So, DIY wedding planners, eat your hearts out. As for my faithful professional wedding videographer readers, you all need some serious help, please stop making tacky videos.

I'll leave you with this..I'm going serious ba.nanas over stylemepretty.com. Go ahead and obsess over the inspiration board I made, it's fine.

Word to the wise

In light of my recent clinical experience at "The Maples" ahem, nursing home, I have been prompted to think about the end of my life. Don't stop reading now, I'm not trying to get weird or sentimental here, who do you think I am anyway? The Extreme Makeover Home Edition team? No. Conquering that topic is for a different post, on a different day, when I have way more time. To sum up my most significant thoughts for today I leave you with this: I want to die at the exact same time as Karl, preferably sky diving when we are 85, definitely with full control over our bladders and bowels, with our own teeth (guess we should start flossing), and nothing artificial in our ears. Amen.

'Tis the Season

'Tis the season to have heart palpitations over the prospect of watching Edward Scissorhands, Halloweentown (disney, circa 1998) and October Sky. Also, the smell of Pumpkin coffee creamer literally makes me drop dead. Absolutely. I die over anything black and glittery and get goosebumps (aka piloerection, obligatory nod to learning) when I see or hear the word "harvest." Although acceptable decorative ghosts, spiders, frankensteins, and mummys are few and far between, I am a sucker for the occasional classy witch. Yes, its true, my stone-cold heart melts at the first glimpse of Autumn. God strategically put me in Fayetteville, where Fall actually exists. Cardigans, Uggs (don't judge me), leggings, and men's shirts will be my wardrobe for the next few weeks as I bask in cool breezes, impossible teacher expectations, and obsessing over campus this time of year. So go get creative with your DIY projects and remember, keep the pumpkin decorating classy...


So, as tempted as I am to push back the wedding date and reveal something similar to the dynamite Halloween nuptials you see here, keep your calenders marked as is. This time next year, I'll be shaking black glitter all over my new home and asking Karl to go find perfect decorating pine cones in the remote forests of South Carolina. Ah marriage...

The deed has been done.

Well, I feel like the time has come for me to join the blogging world.  It does seem like the natural progression of life...porcelain dolls-american girl dolls-pogs-Lisa Frank-tomagochis-Roller Backpack-AIM-myspace-facebook-twitter-blogger.  Duh.  Basically, I think my life is worth blogging about.  Wedding planning, nursing school (aka changing peoples pants all day), living with the hottest blondes on the block, this all provides for some conversation-worthy material.  So, like Max told me the other day at the movie theatre, "let the wild rumpus start!"
Hannah