I've been a little MIA as of late. A lot has happened. I got married and then started some crazy rigorous masters classes. It's been a little nuts. But luckily I married a guy who can handle my kind of crazy.
So here's the full update on everything:
This is the man that made it all happen.
Friday April 30th was the day before the wedding and that evening we had the groom's dinner. There were so many important people there.
The amazing Nicki Preece and Megan Boud. I'd fight flood waters for you guys any day.
The most magnificent and talented Nicki Schmidt (who made my BOMB anouncements), Jessica Leilani Harris (who taught me how to wear makeup and can make my retarded eyebrows look fabulous), and Holly Hansen (who is the only person who ever rock climbs with me anymore).
I love Sheryl. She came a really long way to see me. And all because I was clever and made her promise years ago while we were driving across the country that she would be at my wedding and dance at my wedding reception. She came through o all counts. Dancing like Michael Jackson at the wedding. Watch the video and experience the magic.
May 1st
Then we got married. And I don't really have pics yet. But James' AMAZING friend Rob made this incredible video capturing everything in about 7 minutes or so.
The Honeymoon--Carmel and San Fransisco
Us at the beach in Carmel, the lovliest little place.
Alcatraz
Alcatraz again. And I'm actually wearing James' pants. I sort of had a lot on my plate before the honeymoon and wasn't totally smart when packing. I didn't bring anything but a couple pairs of shorts and a dress even though it was super freezing. So the morning we were getting ready for alcatraz, I was despairing until I noticed James getting dressed.
"Hey babe, you're not going to wear your black pants today, right?"
The picture doesn't do them justice. I folded the bottoms up and they were adorable on me. We have magical traveling pants that miraculously fit us both.
James took me to see Wicked (my 4th time and his 1st) and it was MAGICAL
The end of the Honeymoon
So I accidently hurt my husband when we were packing the car up at the airport in Phoenix coming back from the honeymoon. I closed the hatchback of my Mazda3 on his head. Yeah. Lots of blood. Pouring down his face. I was freaking out, tearing through my luggage looking for anything to stop the bleeding.Since he refused to use my dress to sop up the blood, I was forced to frantically flag down one of those economy parking buses--you know those buses that don't stop for anyone unless you are at one of the designated stops. Well, turns out they stop if you run in front of it flailing your arms. Just so you know.
The driver reluctantly opened the doors (as I must have looked insane--I was a little upset thinking I had killed my very new husband) and I ran in and started explaining what happened and that I needed a first aid kit or something. At this point everyone on the bus looked at me and then turned their gazes to James who was at this time, lying back on the VW bug parked next to us, blood running down his face, and then back to me. A man from the back came up to help me as the driver spoke very little english.
"So what exactly happened?" he asked
I answered like a blubbering idiot mumbling something like "honeymoon...hatchback...didn't mean to.." while he nodded understandingly, like this was something that happens to everyone. He then calmly asked the driver for a first aid kit. Once the driver located it, he handed me 2 knuckle band aids. I pushed him out of the way and grabbed the entire stock of gauze and ran out of the bus to aid my wounded husband.
We jumped in the car and I was sure that James would need stitches so he called his dad (a doctor) and told him that he'd been hurt. Naturally his parents were concerned. Luckily the bleeding stopped and when we got home, I was carefully cleaning up the blood caked in James' hair searching for the actual gash.
While I expected something grander, the gash was about 1-2 mm in length. So it really wasn't a big deal at all.
But the next day, we went to his parents and they wanted to know what happend. So i confessed to having been the culprit.
At his big family reunion in CA this weekend, people would come up to me and ask to tell the story when I almost killed James.
Basically, we're off to an awesome start.
