Weddings Ain.t For Weenies

This post is the second installment of a series of posts that tell the story of my seven year marriage.  Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it… *********** We got married too young. My parents knew it.  His parents knew it.  I knew it.  Chris knew it.  Everyone knew it.  At our wedding reception, our first dance was to Elvis Presley’s Fools Rush In.  “Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.”  That was us.  Fools.  Fools…

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A Blast From the Past

I will be the first to admit that I am terrible at keeping in touch with people. I’ve always sort of known this about myself, but it was confirmed recently when my high school class formed a group on Facebook for our 10 year reunion this summer. Of the 100 and something people in that group, I recognized maybe a handful of names. And of that handful of names, I had kept in touch with maybe two of them. And by “kept in touch,” I mean we occasionally chat on…

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House Hunting and Other Marital Joys

You know you’ve been living as a student for too long when you tell your real estate agent that your basic criteria for a house is 3 bedrooms, 2 bath with washer/dryer hook ups and a parking space. I actually said this this weekend and our agent laughed out loud at me. “Where would you live that didn’t have washer/dryer hook ups?” she asked, laughing her head off. Obviously this chick has not lived in student residential areas before where washer/dryer hook ups and a parking space are equivalent to…

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