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On this day two years ago, Evan and I stood in Times Square for ten hours sans food, a bathroom or a sitting break. But it was worth it. We watched the ball drop mere feet in front of us and kissed at midnight under the neon lights of Broadway-show billboards and the downpour of confetti.

On this day one year ago, we quite literally went down to a little white church where we said “I do” and kissed in front of our families and closest friends on the day that started the rest of our lives.

Today, we are working.

We have joked about how much pressure New Year’s Eve 2012 has on it’s back for us – the past two years have been so huge, we weren’t sure how we could possibly top it.

Turns out our normal is pretty fun, too.

I don’t know exactly what we’ll end up doing tonight, but I’m pretty sure it will be lovely. I’m so happy to celebrate our very first anniversary. Even if we’re celebrating on the couch with a calzone and alternating episodes of The Walking Dead and Parenthood.

This is my life. And I kind of love it.

And for your enjoyment, we put together a little vlog in honor of our anniversary. We answered the same set of questions, and didn’t see each others’ answers until we revealed them on video. It’s kind of boring, but you can see me make really weird faces. You’re welcome.

Also, the audio messes up and doesn’t sync with the video a couple times. I tried literally for hours to fix this, and did the best I can with my limited iMovie knowledge. Basically: deal with it. xo

Posts through the past year of marriage:


First Week-ish

Month Four

Meet My Husband

Month Seven

Month Ten


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Wedding Day 2011, photo courtesy of Lawhon Photography

You have heard stories about the once-Manfriend and the now-Husband (same person). You’ve seen pictures of his handsome face. And you already know that FIFA ’12 brings out a British accent stored way down in the depths of his vocal chords.

But I’ve never formally introduced you to Evan.

My lovely readers, meet my best friend.


That good lookin’ guy? He’s a killer athlete, and is sickeningly good at every sport he plays: soccer, basketball, softball, volleyball, croquet.

Okay, maybe not croquet, because I totally kicked his tail last Saturday, even though he’ll say I cheated.

He has never tried hockey, but swears he will at least once. I can picture him coming home with a bloody, broken nose, arm in a splint and a head injury. Then again, maybe I worry too much.

Evan is a ridiculously picky eater; a trait he has so graciously passed down to his offspring. But he loves all the good foods, like pizza, calzones, enchiladas, donuts and chocolate milk (not at the same time), which is horrible and awesome for me at the same time.

His pickiness tends to be on the extreme side, though, to a point where he won’t even pick up a ketchup bottle. Unopened. On the Walmart shelf. Same goes with mayo, mustard, jelly, salad dressing.

My husband? He does laundry!

He does not do laundry how I do laundry. He often throws in a blue shirt with a load of whites, or a towel in with good clothes. But, I suppose I can’t complain. He hasn’t ruined any clothes. Yet.


He makes my coffee on weekend mornings, and somehow it always tastes better than when I make it.

He lets me drive the “nice” car.

He tells me I’m beautiful. And even when I’ve just eaten three Krispy Kreme doughnuts, he says it with so much conviction that I actually believe him.

This man is a good Dad who not only cares about making his kids happy and keeping them healthy, but also about teaching them right from wrong. Even if that means being a parent before being a friend.

Did I mention he’s hot? And looks like Josh Lucas?

Evan is a huge movie buff (no, I didn’t just call you huge, dear). Name a movie – he’s seen it. In return, he’s made me love movies, as well, and I look forward to nights we sit on the couch and watch even the worst of films.

Except We Are Marshall. I’ve begged him to watch it with me, but he refuses. He says, “It’s just one of those movies you can only watch once.”

But the real reason he refuses to watch it is that he knows we’ll have to watch my scene at least five times.

What? I’m famous.

The best thing about my husband, though, is that he is not the person I met five years ago. I’ve watched him grow into a God-fearing man, kinder, slower-to-anger, compassionate. He even says, “I’m sorry.”

Now that, ladies (& gents?), is a good man.

Sorry, he’s mine.

I’m looking forward to celebrating our very first anniversary this New Year’s Eve, probably while sitting on the couch, swatting at Piper to stop laying on me, trying to keep the kids awake to see the ball drop, and a sweet high-five across the couch for making it a whole year without killing each other.

That’s love.

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In the past 120-ish days, we have…

… dozed off to the lullaby of barking dogs almost every single night.

… contemplated sending said dogs to a farm.

… argued incessantly over who is worse of a person: Don or Betty Draper.

… learned if we can’t say something nice, to not say anything at all. Even if it takes a couple days.

… both had dental surgery (weird, right?).

… wistfully daydreamed about winning the lottery and what we would do.

… realized that’s never going to happen, and painted the kitchen from pink (I do not lie) to Oatmeal.

… opened our not-ready-for-anyone-to-see-yet home two weekends in a row to houseguests – and had a good time.

… said mean things.

… said, “I’m sorry.”

… cried over home videos of the kids as itty bittys.

… agreed we need to savor these moments more.

… not always liked each other, but showed love every single day.

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On Being a Wife

Us. Getting hitched.

I haven’t mopped the kitchen floor in weeks. The caulking in my bathtub needs some serious attention. There’s a layer of dust on the TV everything. My refrigerator is lacking basic essentials … like, food.

I’ve been a wife for nine days, and I couldn’t blame the guy if he asked for an annulment.

(Fortunately for me, Evan is a pretty stand-up human being and a swell husband. And, well, he kind of promised me forever, so he’s stuck.)

So what if I haven’t been Susie Homemaker my first week as a Mrs? I’ve been busy. Ya know, spending time with my husband. (That’s still so weird.)

What have we been doing? Real important stuff.


– finishing the first season of Mad Men.

– Getting the oil changed in my car.

– Kicking a soccer ball back and forth.

– Eating greasy Tudor’s biscuits for breakfast.

– And 5-billion-calorie-laden Burger King for dinner.

– Playing PS3 and reading a new iBook. At the same time. In the same room.

– Watching the kids’ basketball games.

– Watching the Kardashians.

– Falling asleep on the couch.

So, it’s not exactly a Jamaican honeymoon. And though I certainly wouldn’t mind sand between my toes and a tropical sunset in the distance, buying toothpaste and dog treats at WalMart with my husband is pretty special, too.

And I promise to vacuum, do laundry and cook a decent meal.

At least before our first anniversary.

Photo: Lawhon Photography

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Remember when he liked it so he put a ring on it?

Well, he liked it so much, he put another ring on it. A wedding ring.

Hi. I’m married. Nice to meet you.

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t tell Facebook, either. Or anyone, really (other than family, obvs, and close friends).

See, last year we went to Times Square to watch the ball drop on New Year’s Eve (and I just realized I never blogged about that. Oops.), so we wanted to continue the tradition of go-big-or-go-home for NYE. How do you top Times Square? With a wedding, of course! (Although, I’m a bit concerned with how big next NYE’s plans will have to be to top this.)

We started planning on Monday. You know, the Monday after Christmas. The Monday before New Year’s Eve. The Monday that was five days before the wedding. No big.

I knew from the beginning I wanted something quaint and small. I think intimate is a better word. I knew I’d rather spend the money on being a family, rather than becoming one (read: furniture, car, groceries > dress I’ll wear once, chaircovers, DJ). Had it not been New Year’s Eve and a Saturday when the courthouse was closed, we probably would have just dropped in, said I do, and called it a {wedding} day.

But I’m glad we didn’t.

Because no matter how small, my Mother sure knows how to throw a party. Or at least decorate one.

She turned the reception area from blah-college-kid-hangout to let’s-drink-sparkling-white-grapejuice-while-holding-up-our-pinkies. And it was perfect.

There was no receiving line, no garter toss, no first dance, no bubbles or birdseed. It was just me and the people I love, being together to celebrate someone loving me enough to promise me forever.

What? It’s not all about me? Whatevs.

Seriously, it was perfect. And now I’m a wife. And a StepMom. And I’m happy.

More details later. Probably.

{Photo courtesy of Lawhon Photography. He rocks!}

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This weekend? It was good. Awesome, really.

For starters, Little Man turned six. As in years old. And if he didn’t get exponentially cuter {and wittier} with each passing year, I would totally make him stop aging immediately.

We had a party on Friday night. A party that has consumed my thoughts, my work day, my sleep, my LIFE for the past few weeks, but was totally worth it in the end. I’ll save that for it’s own blog post, but just note that it was a big day.

And then on Saturday, we did some shopping. Well, the Mini People and I did some browsing and experienced a big ol’ fail in the finding-the-perfect-gift-for-Daddy department, while Daddy went off and spent an undisclosed amount of money {apparently only undisclosed to ME} on something which has yet been disclosed to me. Christmastime is frustrating for the nosey.

We went home to get ready for our church’s Christmas dinner, where I wore an incredibly unflattering dress that no one {including my mirror} decided to tell me was a horrible choice. But, people – pictures don’t lie.

I was, of course, the last one to be ready, so I was running around pulling up my hose and pushing earrings through my ears, trying not to cause us to miss the dinner entirely. Evan {or, as you know him, ManFriend} yelled, “Jen, hurry up,” which is a very typical phrase to come from his mouth. Then I heard a “shhh” and some whispers coming from the next room, so I knew something was up. We just aren’t quiet people.

I walked into the living room, questioning Evan before I even rounded the corner about whether or not I looked okay. There, in my little tiny living room, in front of my diversity Christmas tree, was Evan on his knee, and two Mini People standing on either side of him, all holding ring boxes. Together, they said, “Will you marry us?”

I died. Right there.

Well, except for the whole I-didn’t-die thing.

Just as they collectively popped the question, Little Man opened the empty ring box. Evan quickly chimed in, “Christian!! Not yet!!” and the box snapped shut.

I was told that I needed to pick the box that contained the ring. I started with Little Man, because I had a good feeling his box was empty. No ring there. I skipped over Evan, and asked 10-Year-Old-Teenager to open hers. No ring.

So, I picked Evan. He opened the box to reveal a gorgeous, sparkling solitaire, and said, “Will you marry me?”

To which I gave my best “duh” look and said, “Um, it’s about time!”

Or, I just said yes and smiled {a lot}. One or the other.

So. There you have it. I’m on my way to being a Mrs. and a StepMother {minus the evil}. I’m ridiculously happy and overwhelmed by the love in my life.

Also, I have a rock on my finger that I stare at often. As in, all day long. If you promise not to look at my fat, old-woman fingers, I’ll let you see. Promise? PROMISE?

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{Disclaimber: Obviously this is not me and ManFriend. Because ManFriend would never wear a bow tie.}

It’s Monday. Why am I always sleepy on Monday?

Oh yeah. It’s also Valentine’s Day. And, as a blogger, there is an obligatory post to be written today.

But I’m not going to give you a list of reasons why I love ManFriend. Or tell you that love is not just about your other half, but about family and friends, as well. I’m not going to add pictures of red and pink hearts and roses.

You’re welcome.

I am going to tell you what I did this weekend.

The kids had a Mommy Weekend, which meant ManFriend and I were alone with two stinky dogs. Instead of sitting around for two and a half days testing out how greasy our hair could become as we only went out in public to grab a calzone (ya know, like normal), we each showered and decided it was date day.

Agenda: Movie theater. All day. The goal was to mark off #81 from my 101 in 1,001: See three movies in a row at the theater.

We stocked up on five different kinds of candy from WalMart ($1 each = $5) beforehand and stashed them in my luggage purse. At the theater, we purchased our tickets ($14) for No Strings Attached and grabbed a large coke and a ginormous popcorn ($7). We settled into our seats right before the lights were turned down and the screen was reduced to 1/2 it’s size to accomodate the formatting of the movie. Seriously? (Movie was very funny! Loved it.)

That movie started at 4:55. Add 15 minutes of previews plus the 1 hour, 50 minutes of the movie = 7PM. The next movie, True Grit, started at 6:45. Add 15 minutes of previews, 7PM. We did superhuman-quick pees and refilled our Coke. And ran back to the movie.

Yeah, that’s right. We snuck into movie #2. We’re so dangerous.

True Grit, also 1 hour and 50 minutes, ended at 8:50. Our next film, Just Go With It, started at 8:30. Add 15 minutes of previews, it would begin at 8:45. We were hoping for some technical delays.

We superhuman-quick peed again and raced back to the movie.

Yeah, that’s right. We snuck into movie #3. We’re like rebels or something.

Unfortunately, we forgot to take into consideration it was Just Go With It‘s opening weekend. There were literally no two seats open that were together. In fact, I saw at least three girls sitting on the steps. Apparently everyone else wanted to see it, too. Here were our options:

[1] Pop a squat with the tweenies on the stairs.
[2] Stick around until the next Justin Bieber movie at 10.
[3] Leave.

Option 2 was really tempting, but we decided to go with the latter.

Unfortunately, we didn’t complete our mission, so I’m not allowing myself to mark it off my list. BUT – we had a lot of fun. And a whole day of date for $26? I’ll take it.

Tonight, we’re hitting the cheap theater in town to see Ryan Gosling Blue Valentine. Just one movie tonight. It’s all we’ve got going on for Valentine’s Day. No candy hearts. No chocolate. No romantic dinners over candlelight. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Well, maybe I’d take a hamburger. 


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