Mr. and Mrs. Wedding

Wordless Just-A-Wee-Lass-Dreaming-of-a-Wedding-Wedding Wednesday

Take Care of Your Twins

Breast Cancer Awareness month is almost over.

Go get your ta-tas touched.

Early detection saves lives.

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Wedding Wedding X

What a happy face.


I don't know if this is before or after I said my vows 10 years ago. You'd think the presence of the wine glass in my hand would be a clue ... but no.


That is either a "Woo-hoo! Let's do this!" grin, or a "Woo-hoo! We did it!" grin.


Hmm ... I'm thinking the bigger clue is that my makeup still looks fresh — and that, my friends, means it is before the waterworks.


Stay tuned. It's Wedding Wedding week here in Halfglassistan.

Notes To Self

Half-assed thoughts about things that may or may not deserve whole-assed attention:


There is a disturbing amount of gray in my roots.
There is a disturbing amount of scalp at my roots.
Highlights: They're not just for summer any more.


I never again have to worry about birth control.
I must remember daily to take a hormone-filled birth control pill.
I? Am so irony's bitch.


Maximum density was achieved a few months ago.
A few months from now, I could be well on my way to minimizing myself.
Rationalization: The holidays are coming.
Realization: There's always a holiday coming.
Resignation: I need to step away from the chocolate. And the potato chips. And the peanut butter. And the chocolate with potato chips and peanut butter.


Mr. J is having more good days than bad days.
I am having more good days than bad days.
Other shoe? If you're gonna drop, please go ahead and do it.


There's more, but the cacophonous cornucopia that is the capricious collection of concepts that masquerades as my mind is too much today for even my alliterative ass to absorb.

Wordless "How YOU Doin'?" Wednesday

Sentimental Journey, part deux

This is one of my favorite pictures of me and Mr. J.


It is the night before our wedding. 


It is also right before I headed over to a hotel to spend the night with my sisters, niece, and parents, and J headed back to our place to spend the night with the cat.


Superstitious gal that I am, I did not want to be seen by my groom before the big moment.


Sentimental (sssh — he thinks people don't know) guy that he is, he didn't want to see me until I was to appear in a doorway on my father's arm.


So we said our goodnights, see-you-tomorrow's, and I-love-you's and parted with the intention of not speaking for another 18 or so hours. 


I think I lasted less than two before I called him from the hotel to hear his voice and tell him again how much I loved him.


(After that, I did hold out until the ceremony, an event with its own story that will be told as I count down to the month-end 10th anniversary of the Wedding Wedding. )


Right now, I'm reveling in a little bit (a lot) of gratitude. I'm grateful that even now, we don't let a lot (very little, usually) of time go by in between I-love-you's.


Neither one of us grew up in families where that phrase was tossed around a lot. 


Yet, now as adults, both of our families are very comfortable with it. I just got off the phone with my Mom, where I easily ended the conversation with "I love you." In fact, it doesn't feel right anymore if I don't. The same is true when I speak with my Dad, all of my sisters (by birth and marriage), my (huge!) extended family, and with many of my friends.


I don't know how it became so easy to say — not to be confused with easy to feel, mind you — expressing love and meaning it holds as much value as it did when I was a child and it was a such a mysterious sentiment. 


So mysterious, I think at one point I might have thought that it was only said when you did get married. Like only on that day. I may have even thought that's where babies came from. (Maybe. For a little while ...)


So I really don't know how it became so easy to say. Cultural changes? Maybe. Therapy? Probably. Confidence? Definitely.


It doesn't really matter, though, why it's easy. It just matters that it is.

I'll Take #beatcancer For The Win ...

It's still on, my friends.


It is still so on.


Well, until noon EDT, anyway.


Check yesterday's post (#100, btw) for all the geektastic details. 


And #beatcancer. 


Thanks.

Blogging, Tweeting, and Facebooking, oh my! (#BeatCancer)

OK, my social-media-savvy* subjects, er ... followers, ahh ... readers! 

Readers, yes, readers. That's what you like to be called. 

So — my social-media-savvy* readers —today, Friday October 16, is #BeatCancer day. I know, I know ... coming on the heels of yesterday's proclamation of arbitrary and capricious holidays, you may doubt my veracity.

But this is legit, my friends. And cool as hell, to boot. 

(*keep reading, non-social-media-savvy readers — I promise it will make sense ...)

All you need to do — my social-media-savvy readers — is blog, tweet, or update your FB status with the hashtag #beatcancer. That's it.

And then what happens, you ask? Well, some folks with some very deep pockets will donate $.01 for each mention of #beatcancer. (I KNOW, RIGHT?)

Hmm? How deep are the pockets of these donors, you ask? Well, we're talking EBay/PayPal and MillerCoors Brewing. Hell, I put some of my money in both sets of those pockets just within the past hour (professional dues and a six-pack, but that's not important right now). And I'm cheap. They? EBay/PayPal? MillerCoors? They've got lots of moolah to donate. So make 'em.

And to what, exactly, are they donating? Just some utterly awesome non-profits, all 501(c)(3) and accredited by The American Cancer Society. 

They are: 

SU2C (Stand Up to Cancer)

Alex's Lemonade

Bright Pink 

and 

Spirit Jump .

I know what you're thinking. I do.

You're thinking: "Wow. Just wow. This HalfGlass Chick lets us know about some pretty sweet stuff."

But wait — there's more. (Yeah, I said it.)

There is more: You'll also be helping to set a Guinness Book World Record for the most social media mentions in 24 hours.

(!!!!!!!!! That's just my inner geek spazzing out over being part of a real, live, honest-to-God Guinness Book of World Records record! !!!!!!!!!!! Ooops, there it was again.)

And actually, there is even more. (Wait! What? No, you're not getting a Snuggie®.)

Click on this link: http://beatcancereverywhere.com/  and see a live, streaming update of all the action.

You just can't get more geek-chic than that.

*And, now, for my non-social-media-savvy-readers (you know who you are — you don't even know what social media means, even if you do use it, Mom. And some others, too, but yeah, this is for you, Mom): it's a lot easier than you think, so don't go all "Oh, I don't know how to do that stuff" on me ... ALL YOU NEED TO DO, MOM, IS TYPE THIS: #beatcancer in your Facebook status. That's the pound sign, b-e-a-t-c-a-n-c-e-r, no spaces typed into the little thingy at the top of your FB page that says "What's on your mind?"

Just type, along with whatever else is on your mind: #beatcancer.

And to think I was trying to think of what to write about today.

'Cause it's kind of a big deal.

It's my 100th post.

So this worked out just fine.

Thanks for playing, guys.

p.s. #beatcancer, #beatcancer, #beatcancer

p.p.s. I love you, Mom :-)

By Royal Decree ...

As Her Royal Highness Princess Snarkerella, it is my duty (one of many) to consider (many applicants) and determine (eeny-meeny-miney-moe) the High Holidays of Halfglassistan.


[trumpets sound]


[trumpets sound again, as HRH is late to the podium]


[trumpets playing a light jazzy number while HRH is delayed behind the velvet curtain as she fiddles with her hair]


And ...


[TRUMPETS SOUND]


Ahem.


I — your humble leader — declare (-are, -are, -are) — today (-ay, -ay, -ay)  Overflow Day (-ay, -ay, -ay) — upon which (-itch, -itch — OK, kill the echo effect) — upon which we fill the official drinking vessels of Halfglassistan (Libbey®) until they overflow with hope. 


Why today? Why today? 


I say, "Why not today?" 
We overdose on hope, not because it is easy — but because it is hard. 


Hmmm? What's that, you say? Ummm, yeah — no, I can't take credit for that last turn of phrase — good catch. But — I like it. And — it fits. 


So — go forth, and — hope. 
That is all. 
Carry on. 


CROWD:"Snarkita! Snarkita! Snarkita!" 

ME:"Don't cry for me, Halfglassistanita ... " 


Oh, please — you didn't see that coming?