I’ve been busy with school and married life and pets, Oh MY! Finally, though, I have uploaded pictures of the wedding and reception. Because my webmaster has yet to update my website editor, I have not uploaded them to this website. I apologize profusely.

Nevertheless, you can view them here, here, here, here, here, and here. Sorry, each album only holds 60 photos, so each link brings you to a different album.

Ta-Da: I’m done. Enjoy!

No, I didn’t get lost in the Jamaican Sea. I am safe in my new home with my new husband in Baton Rouge. I’ve just been, you know…BUSY! So this will be a short post.

The wedding was a blast, the honeymoon was fantastic, and life after is so far moving right along. I don’t have the wedding photos in my possession just, yet, but don’t worry, they’ll be broadcast internet-wide within the next week. I promise! For now, Dave has made a slideshow of our honeymoon photos and posted it here on his website. Just click on the first photo in the set and continue with the thumbnails at the bottom of the page. It’s complete with narrative for a story book effect.

Hope you enjoy! I’ll be back soon with more updates

I got a recipe from one of my co-workers. She said her husband had entered it into a cooking contest. As soon as I heard crawfish, cream cheese, green onions, and romano cheese, I knew I had to at least try it. Dave wasn’t really in the mood for seafood but we decided to cook them anyway. And BEHOLD! They were wonderful. Not only were they very very tasty, the recipe was also easy to follow, it took only 45 minutes to prepare and cook, we used only one pan, and clean-up was a cinch! I’m sold. Seems like it would be a great entertaining dish. One day we’ll entertain, maybe in our new apartment.

Two showers this weekend, woo hoo. And the best part is that I don’t have to work the emergency shift tomorrow night, so I’ll actually be rested for my two super duper showers! I’ll let you know how they go. Maybe I’ll even post pictures.

Usually, I don’t cook much. Unless I’m cooking with David. Which I like the idea of, but, which usually leads to frustration and stress because my current kitchen is so darn small.
This brings me to my most recent cooking experience with Dave, last night. As an engaged couple, we’ve started aquiring items that we’ll have in our new place. This includes a new set of pots. Supposedly-great, stainless steel-clad aluminum-core cookware that offers super conductivity and no chemical interaction with the food. WELL…I learned something. Teflon makes mediocre cooks think they know what they’re doing. I.E. The revolutionary non-stick cookware is also usually the non-burn cookware. Stainless steel cookware, on the other hand, burns very easily.

So, our meal was okay, but we spent nearly 45 minutes cleaning our new shiny pots so they would be free of all their spots. Hehe, I made a rhyme. Hopefully, we’ve learned our lesson and our next cooking adventure will be less work post meal.

It’s been way too long since I’ve posted, and I have some really good things to talk about, but for now

Dave did not post about this topic, and it is no surprise since he begged me not to take him to New Orleans in the first place. But I needed a bodyguard, so he came. I barely got off of work at 8 pm in Baton Rouge, so I knew meeting with friends in New Orleans would be a challenge. The first 45 minutes in New Orleans were spent being lost/trying to find a place to park. It sucked. And Dave hated the city before he even got out of the car. I can’t blame him. But I’m the optimistic one. And I wasn’t driving. Thanks, Dave.

When we finally parked and hailed a cab, we realized the joys of not driving in a city we are unfamiliar with. We were deposited on Bourbon Street, left to find our friends amid all the crazy people and intermittent cell phone service. Really, it’s a miracle we finally found them. But once we were all together, it was a good time. We watched the fireworks near the levee and then took a trip Uptown for a much nicer bar than any on Bourbon Street. We played pool. I lost.

We crashed at Natalie’s place, which was so cute and charming. Drama ensued, champagne was required to numb down the concern, and eventually everyone fell into a drunken slumber. We were woken up pretty early the next morning, and after Curry Smith volunteered to get groceries for breakfast, we all pitched in to make breakfast and clean up. And then, we slept again. It was a very wonderful, lazy day.

On our way back from New Orleans, Dave agreed he had a good time and was glad I had a good time, but insisted he wouldn’t do it again. Again, I can’t blame him: he was driving.

Back to being bored at home.

A lot of people like Grey’s Anatomy. But I’ve been watching the show from the very beginning, and I love Grey’s Anatomy. So much so that I insisted that I receive seasons I & II for Christmas. It was starred, bolded, underlined, and footnoted on my list to “Santa”. It was more important than money. And when I unwrapped them Christmas morning, I called my mom a god. Woah.

So I’ve been watching the first and second seasons a few at a time over the last few days. I try to get away from them and do something else, but I just end up doing something else while I’m watching them. They draw me like an addiction. I just finished the Christmas episode of the second season, where Izzy, George, and Meredith finish the scene lying under the Christmas tree watching the lights. I want to be them. I want to be a surgeon, I want to have roommates that become close friends, and though I don’t need the drama, I want to be as witty and quick thinking as all of the people on that show.

I know, I know, all of the those people are actors, and very good actors at that. One of the biggest reasons this show is so popular is because it has an excellent cast that works well together on screen and actually makes the plot seem real.

Okay, so maybe I can create this “reality” in my own life. Hah. I’ll start now and work on it. And since I’ve told you my plan, I guess maybe somehow, sort-a-kinda, I might keep you updated on it.

Have a Happy New Year!

Okay, so pretty much everyone knows how much I love animals, especially puppies. And by “puppies”, I mean all dogs, infant or not. Now, I’m prepared to make animal care my life, literally. Veterinarian or not, likely my career will involve animals, of the K-9 variety and more. A lot of my friends have said veterinary care is a good calling for me. On the other hand, David and family are not huge animal lovers. What does this mean? As of yet, I don’t know. And I’m a little hesitant to find out. What if the closest people to me don’t support my career move? Then what? I know my parents understand my affinity for furry friends, but that’s about all I’m sure of.

As I venture from my engineering aspirations, I’m quite apprehensive of the future, especially since I’ll be sharing my life with someone else very soon. In my heart, I know everything will work itself out and I have a good bit of time to find out what I will do and even change my mind, but I want everything to be smooth and seamless and that doens’t seem possible with all the changes that will be happening. Dave’s getting a new job, but subsequently graduating later. I’m changing my major and, hopefully, I’ll be happier. My Daddy’s health is always in question, and I just want to fall asleep every night knowing that my world won’t change dramatically in the next six months. And that’s just not possible. I would have never imagined my life this way. Finishing school after four years, married before I graduate, and no defined future to speak of. I’m lost. And I hate that. I miss my old self. I used to be uptight and a little socially inept. But I was happy because I was achieving. I feel like I have nothing to show for my 3.5 years of college except a broken path and a lost cause. There are a few ways I’ve found to deal with my insecurities, but none of them are healthy. I like being home because my dad is retired and always there for me. We’ve gotten to spend a lot more time together this past year, much more than when I was younger. And I love spending time with him, talking with him about cars and finances and stuff I don’t know about, and I don’t want it to end any time in the near future. I’m afraid I won’t be as close to my parents once I get married, especially if I’m living in a different city. I don’t like Baton Rouge, and I’d much rather put roots down in Lafayette, close to both our families and a community I know and love. So many questions and unknowns race through my mind each day. I just hope everything works out in our favor.

And since everyone is so interested in seeing my babies, I won’t keep you waiting:

At the risk of having my mother never let me live this confession down, I divulge:

I MISS LIVING AT HOME!

Strange as it may sound, there are so many great things that I miss of home, which perhaps is why I’ve been taking sanctuary here this week while I prepare for finals, literally driving in to Baton Rouge only to take an exam before I return back to Lafayette. Maybe it’s just that I miss having people around in the same living space, maybe it’s the stress of finals, when I know I’ll have steady moral support at home, or maybe it’s my subconscious mind realizing that, at the end of May, this really won’t be my home anymore. I’ll be married. And I’ll have a home with David. That’s great and everything, but I don’t feel prepared for it. At least I’ll always be welcome here.

I think I’ll feel a whole lot less anti-social and home-body-ish when finals are over. Deadlines and finals used to make me anxious enough to get things done well. Now they just make me anxious.

Thanksgiving weekend was very nice. David and I spent our first holiday together and it was special. Now we’re trying to figure out how we’ll coordinate the Christmas festivities so both of our family’s see us.

And Christmas means the school semester is almost over. Alleluia!!