Yesterday marks two months of wedded bliss for Andy and I.  So far so good.  I'm growing more comfortable with the idea that he believes strongly that dirty socks BELONG in the middle of the living room floor and he is forgiving when I schedule things like Mary Kay parties on the night we set aside as "date night"  (plus it was our one month anniversary. Whatever. One month anniversary?  What are we, in high school?) ;)

For those of you who are judging me for scheduling a Mary Kay party at all, allow me to explain.  I have an inherent inability to say "no" when someone asks me for something directly.  I have learned, in my later twenties, not to volunteer myself just because someone throws a job out there (thank-you, Boundaries).  However, if say, a pushy Indian man asks me to do something like buy $40 fancy face wash that doesn't even require water because water is really bad for your skin, don't you know, and they'll throw in a super cool nail buffer that makes your nails really shiny,  I am genetically predisposed to handing over my debit card (Sorry, honey). 

At any rate, being married has been a lot of fun and I have already made my recommendations to every single friend I own so I'll leave it at that.  It is quite a wonderful thing to have a partner to help hold you down (in the "keep you from beating up the Indian guy at the mall kiosk" kind of way, not the JLO "hold me down, Jenny from the block, keep it real" kind of way). So here is a little tribute in pictures to my Andy:

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We just received our wedding photos this week and they turned out really well, I think.  The Inn was such a great place to have a wedding (Thank you, Tasci) and the Ohio fall weather did not fail us. Our photographer (Karen Karki) did a great job of letting us just relax and enjoy the day.  You can view the complete collection at www.januaryandandy.com, but here are a few of my favorites:

 

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Yesterday I was sitting in my car at a red light that is notorious for taking nine years to switch to green when something caught my eye in the rear view mirror.  In the black land rover behind me, a young gentleman was GOING TO TOWN singing, waving his hands, telling somebody where they could go, let me tell you.  Since there was no one in the car with him I started scrolling through the local radio stations to see what could possibly solicit so much emotion.  I landed on the R&B station--Yep, the rhythm matches; Yep, the words match, our friend was ROCKING OUT to Miss 'B herself singing "Irreplaceable."  It was the greatest thing I've seen all week.  He was so into it pointing, furrowing his brow, kicking his leg up into the air (yes, you heard that right--leg kicks in a land rover in the middle of the day in Columbus, Ohio right where I could see it), smashing his fist into the dash telling her to get  to the left, to the left, everything she owns in the box to the left.

I don't judge him.  No one likes to shake their ass to Beyonce more than me.  I'm just admiring the performance.  I couldn't have done it better myself.

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Andy and I made a video to wish you all a Merry Christmas.

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