A couple is lying in bed. The man says, "I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world."
The woman replies, "I'll miss you..."
On June 20th, 2009, I married the most wonderful woman ever. Those of you with calendars will note that the date I just mentioned occurred 366 days ago. In other words, my wife and I just had our one year anniversary... Holy cow. A year went by. My first reaction to that factoid is one of shock. How could a year have possibly passed without my realizing it? Isn't your first year of marriage supposed to be some kind of traumatic adventure?!? I don't feel traumatized. Do I feel adventured? I had to think about that last question. Lets make a list of the cool, interesting, or, at the very least, difficult things that have happened to my wife and I in the past year. By the end of the list, we should be able to determine whether or not my first year of marriage was eventful enough.
Things I Did in My First Year of Marriage:
Traveled out of the country: Canada for a su-weeeeet honeymoon)
Narrowly avoided being eaten by grizzly bears
Climbed a mountain (a tiny one)
Got a puppy
Slept next to the puppy crate until he got used to things
House trained a puppy
Started and finished an internship
Had a "First Thanksgiving" with my wife (Complete with waaaay too much AMAZING turkey)
X-mas with the in-laws (we hauled our two cats and puppy along)
Ran the Warrior Dash
Ran the Armadillo Dash
Started a tradition of Homemade Pizza Fridays
Started training with a new dojo
Graduated
Got hired
Remodeled a kitchen with my wife and mother-in-law
Officiated at an awesome wedding (Hallie did a reading at it)
Brewed awesome beer
Officiated at the Navasota Special Olympics
Bought a rotisserie and learned how to make sweet gyros
Malted my own barley
Kicked copius gluteus maximus in a co-ed innertube water polo tourney (sadly, it wasn't enough to win)
Started a blog
Looking at the list, I must conclude that my first year of marriage has been sufficiently awesome. And that's just based on the spectacular/adventurous stuff. Add in the fact that my wife is just about the coolest person ever, and you, my friend, have a recipe for the greatest year ever. Last night we had dinner at the same place that played host to our rehearsal dinner, and followed it up with a piece of wedding cake (as apparently we are supposed to do). Other than that, we hung out, read comic books, and watched movies. 1st anniversary = successful.
That is all. Have a pleasant evening.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
It's a Girl!
A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
First, no, I didn't have a baby. Nor, is my wife pregnant. Wanna know what happened? I got a new baby sister! My brother-in-law Troy married the loverly Mary this past Saturday, and I. Am. Pumped. I won't bore you with too many wedding details. If you were there, you had a ball. If you weren't, the anecdotes probably won't mean very much to you. If you've ever been in a wedding, or known someone who has, you know all about the last minute emergencies and dramas without which it seems, no ceremony can proceed.
Here's a rundown of the important stuff:
-The bride was beautiful
-My wife looked AMAZING
-I was the officiant (and a pretty good one if I do say so myself)
-Tears of joy all over the place!
I believe I've mentioned Mary before. You can find her blog here. Though I expect you may have to wait until after the honeymoon for her to update it. Troy I haven't mentioned yet (give me a break, I have an enormous family and only a few blog posts so far). He's a way-cool dude. Imagine one of the smartest people you know, who's also a stellar athlete, and a gourmet chef (I know, the perfect combo... single ladies everywhere should despair). They are a great couple, and I'm looking forward to watching them grow as a couple and raise what may very well be the fairest skinned children in the history of humans having babies.
I will be sure to post some pics once I get my hands on them. In the meantime, use you imagination. To aid your imagination, I was wearing a sweet black pinstripe suit with a pink shirt, black silk suspenders, and a pink paisley tie. Hot. The bride was in a white dress. Hot. The groom was in a tux. Hot.
Right about now (or a couple paragraphs ago) you might be wondering about my role as officiant. "Kyle!" You may have exclaimed, "I didn't know you were a religious man, let alone a member of the clergy." Well, dear reader, I am not a religious man, though I am a member of the clergy. Troy and Mary asked if I would officiate their marriage, and I said, right away, that I would dust off my whistle and pick up some yellow flags at my earliest convenience. After some confusion, and a bit of explanation, I rushed off to my local internet to find the Universal Life Church, of which I am now a Reverend.
Am I a heretic? Am I, your friendly neighborhood blogger, mocking God and religion? Is it indeed blasphemy for one such as myself to claim the title Reverend? Well.... Yes*. Not really**. No***. I helped my friends/family put together one of the most important days of their respective lives. For any other debate or remarks regarding religion, you'll have to wait until I feel brave enough for a blog post or five dealing with the topic.
To summarize: The wedding was AWESOME! My new family members ROCK! Everybody's happy!
Have a nice day.
*I am a heretic in that I choose to fundamentally disagree with many precepts of quite a few organized religions, and choose, instead, to follow my own way.
**I would never mock God, though I often mock ridiculous traditions that are often attached to Him/Her/Them
***I am absolutely irreverent towards some "holy personages, religious artifacts, customs, or beliefs", though me calling myself a reverend really has nothing to do with that.
First, no, I didn't have a baby. Nor, is my wife pregnant. Wanna know what happened? I got a new baby sister! My brother-in-law Troy married the loverly Mary this past Saturday, and I. Am. Pumped. I won't bore you with too many wedding details. If you were there, you had a ball. If you weren't, the anecdotes probably won't mean very much to you. If you've ever been in a wedding, or known someone who has, you know all about the last minute emergencies and dramas without which it seems, no ceremony can proceed.
Here's a rundown of the important stuff:
-The bride was beautiful
-My wife looked AMAZING
-I was the officiant (and a pretty good one if I do say so myself)
-Tears of joy all over the place!
I believe I've mentioned Mary before. You can find her blog here. Though I expect you may have to wait until after the honeymoon for her to update it. Troy I haven't mentioned yet (give me a break, I have an enormous family and only a few blog posts so far). He's a way-cool dude. Imagine one of the smartest people you know, who's also a stellar athlete, and a gourmet chef (I know, the perfect combo... single ladies everywhere should despair). They are a great couple, and I'm looking forward to watching them grow as a couple and raise what may very well be the fairest skinned children in the history of humans having babies.
I will be sure to post some pics once I get my hands on them. In the meantime, use you imagination. To aid your imagination, I was wearing a sweet black pinstripe suit with a pink shirt, black silk suspenders, and a pink paisley tie. Hot. The bride was in a white dress. Hot. The groom was in a tux. Hot.
Right about now (or a couple paragraphs ago) you might be wondering about my role as officiant. "Kyle!" You may have exclaimed, "I didn't know you were a religious man, let alone a member of the clergy." Well, dear reader, I am not a religious man, though I am a member of the clergy. Troy and Mary asked if I would officiate their marriage, and I said, right away, that I would dust off my whistle and pick up some yellow flags at my earliest convenience. After some confusion, and a bit of explanation, I rushed off to my local internet to find the Universal Life Church, of which I am now a Reverend.
Am I a heretic? Am I, your friendly neighborhood blogger, mocking God and religion? Is it indeed blasphemy for one such as myself to claim the title Reverend? Well.... Yes*. Not really**. No***. I helped my friends/family put together one of the most important days of their respective lives. For any other debate or remarks regarding religion, you'll have to wait until I feel brave enough for a blog post or five dealing with the topic.
To summarize: The wedding was AWESOME! My new family members ROCK! Everybody's happy!
Have a nice day.
*I am a heretic in that I choose to fundamentally disagree with many precepts of quite a few organized religions, and choose, instead, to follow my own way.
**I would never mock God, though I often mock ridiculous traditions that are often attached to Him/Her/Them
***I am absolutely irreverent towards some "holy personages, religious artifacts, customs, or beliefs", though me calling myself a reverend really has nothing to do with that.
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