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100% Success Rate

If you don’t know the story, our wedding is one for the books.

From our friend getting ordained online to Angel calling me fat in my wedding dress: the day was awesome.

At a Mexican restaurant we were talking about our gripes finding a minister to marry us and a few margaritas later a good friend of ours says that it’s on her bucket list to get ordained and marry someone.  We tell her “great!” And the next morning have an email from her saying that the state of Arizona considers it legal if we’re really interested.  I’m aware that my family had their reservations about it, but at the end of the day I would rather someone I know standing up there with us and saying our vows with us.  And you know what?  It was perfect.  It’s also on her Google calendar once a year to email us a reminder that she has a “100% success rate” with marriages and not to screw up her stats.

Best officiant ever.

Best officiant ever.  This is also the friend who we visit constantly in Chicago with their 18 month old (and baby number 2 on the way!!)

And this leads me into the point of this post: I’ve spent exactly 3 years of y life legally attached at the hip to this guy:

How cute is he?!

How cute is he?!

There are so many fun memories that I have from our wedding day.  From my adorable groom-to-be breaking his jaw 2 weeks before our wedding, to my maid of honor knocking on my hotel room door the morning of the wedding with a bottle of champagne and a bottle of Pepto Bismol and saying “One way or another, I’m getting you down that aisle!”


MOH mission: Make sure that everyone signs the papers to make this marriage legal


And perhaps hold my dress while I pee:


But my favorite memories of all are these:

While preparing for my wedding I was looking for my “something borrowed” and my “something old.”  I went to my Grandpa’s house:

Rest in Peace.  I'm so happy that you got to share in my memories of this day.

Rest in Peace. I’m so happy that you got to share in my memories of this day.

To look for a photo of my grandma and I to put in a frame as a memorial at our wedding.  He pointed me in the direction of the photo albums and set me loose.  About an hour of tears and searching later, I found what I was looking for and went downstairs.  I can’t say what made me go back up later in the evening, but I did for some reason and went to the other side of the room that my grandpa hadn’t pointed to and pulled out an unmarked box (first thing I went to in that bookshelf).  Inside of it was an album with a letter from my grandma about a “hankie” that has been carried by woman  in the family on their wedding day and how it was her wish that the tradition continue as the family grew.  After the letter was the “hankie” followed by pages and pages of wedding photos of women who have carried it.  And of the women in the book, no one remembered (Lori, you were one of them!).  I was shocked.  And speechless.  After I was able to compose myself, I showed it to my mom and then took it downstairs to my grandpa.  I had it opened to the letter and I said to him “Is this something that I can do?”  He read the letter and with tears in his eyes and a big smile on is face he told me: “Yes.  But on one condition: you add your photo to the book.  Your grandmother would have remembered to give it to you.”  Well, Papa, she still did.  Because for some reason I was drawn to that book in that box on that shelf in that corner of that room long after I found what I had been looking for.  I was pretty torn up that my grandma was missing my wedding and 2 days before “I do” I was walking out of work and a white butterfly stopped me in my tracks and landed on my shoulder. (I know I sound crazy for all that comes next)  The butterfly then flew circles around me and disappeared.  I’m not even kidding.  Not like it flew away, it vanished.  I immediately smiled and knew it was my grandma.  I just knew.

On my wedding day I carried her hankie with pride:


And my Maid of Honor’s duties were fulfilled.  I made it down the aisle:


wed-1990And here’s where the best memory comes in.  After my dad handed me off and Angel and I were walking up to the aisle, he leans over and whispers in my ear with a big smile on his face: “Um… That dress makes you look really fat.”

Before you go and hunt down my husband with torches, allow me a moment for a back story.  At our rehearsal I was getting emotional and I told Angel: “If I’m crying or look like I’m about to cry when I get down the aisle you’re not allowed to say anything nice to me because that’s going to make it worse.” He said “oookkkay?” with a laugh and I told him “Say something like ‘That dress makes you look fat'” so I stop crying.  And between the rehearsal and going down the aisle we didn’t see each other or talk.  So when we’re all lined up and one by one I see my closest friends leave me I’m holding myself together.  My dad asks if I need a Kleenex and I say “no, why?” and look at him and he’s crying with a tissue in his hand.  I loose it.  And then our wedding planner says “It always hits you when you’re right here.  Okay, go!” and pushes us along.  We’re walking down the aisle and I’m crying and laughing and my nose is running and I’m a hot mess version of myself when I reach this waiting for me

wed-1891And in the perfect moment when no one else can hear us, Angel leans over and says to me with a giant smile on his face: “Um… That dress makes you look really fat.”


And that was it.  We both laughed and giggled through our whole ceremony.  A few people asked why we were laughing and we told them, but most people probably thought that we were just giggling 12 year-olds at the alter; and we kind of were.

But our amazing officiant did her job flawlessly (my husband, on the other hand, screwed up his vows but I don’t think anyone else noticed besides Laura… including me) and we were married!


Let the party begin!

wed-2446And “begin” it has!  In 3 years we have bought a house, moved, miscarried, had a baby, moved across the country, and it’s been a “party” for the majority of our 1,096 days that we have woken up next to each other.  I can’t imagine anyone else telling me that my wedding dress made me look fat and me not wanting to punch them for it.

wed-2616Happy Anniversary!!

The Rivi (Plural) In The Windy City

So as promised, I have about 30 minutes to tell you all about our weekend in Chicago before Lucas melts down and it’s bedtime.

We had a BLAST, though!  We stayed on Michigan Avenue at the Marriott.  The highway was flooded going into the city thanks to all of the crazy weather that we’ve been getting, so we had to detour though the awesome parts of Chicago on the south side that you hear about on the news.  Luckily, we did that with everyone else traveling on I-94 so it only took us 3 hours to go 4 miles through the ghetto.

When we got to the hotel, we had a few minutes before we had to get ready for dinner.  Everyone was tired, but Angel and I and his aunt, who all bundled up Lucas and put him in a stroller and went wondering around Michigan Avenue.  We made it to the Disney store before we picked up a cute onesie and pajamas and “Wreck it Ralph” picture book and then we called it a night and went to get ready for dinner.

With the time change, our 8:30 reservation at a super nice restaurant meant a 9:30 bedtime for Lucas, and wa-lah!  We had a peaceful dinner and completely forgot that the baby was sleeping next to us.  Lesson learned for the future!  But it’s really good that he slept because this isn’t the kind of establishment that caters to families, children, or anyone not in a tie.

On Saturday we walked all. over. the. city.  A total of 6 miles we calculated.  We walked to Millennium Park and took many of the photos that I posted earlier, and then we walked to Buckingham Fountain (which sadly was empty for construction), and then we walked to the Field Museum and through the exhibits there.  Then we walked back to Michigan Avenue and went to lunch before we decided that our feet were tired and we hitched a ride back to the shopping that was a little bit closer to the hotel.  A few rounds through a pair of our favorite stores (Nordstrom Rack and Nike) we went to the hotel to change for dinner.

Another 8:30 reservation, another quiet dinner at the City Grille which was another not-meant-for-children establishment.  Luckily, we have the World’s Best Baby who was a trooper and probably fared the poor service the best out of our table.  I’ve had poor service before, but I’ve never had a steak knife dropped down my back before, so that was new and probably sums up the service.

Because the place was so poor and because we ran out of time to tour the observatory at the top of the Hancock building that we were staying next to, we had Sunday Brunch on the 95th floor at the Signature Room viewing out over Lake Michigan and the city.  It was beautiful!  But when we were done it was time to get in the car and make the drive home.

Vacations are always too short.

Those are the Cliff’s Notes version of the weekend because I have an early melt down on my hands and need to run.

Have a great week, everyone!

Crafting, and Crafting, and Crafting- Oh, My!

I am a domestic goddess.

The last two days I’ve finally broken into the embroidery machine that Angel got for me while we were living in our crap castle.  Remember that place?  Yeah, unfortunately so do I.  So anyway, I spent a long evening trying to figure out how to use it, and from my first masterpiece, I was hooked!

Not bad for the first try

Not bad for the first try

A few burp cloths later….



… And I was running out of things to embroider and colors of thread.  So I ordered more thread from my beloved Amazon and moved on to another sewing project: more baby TOMS!!!





Seriously, I love these things!  The bottom photo is the toddler version that has Velcro instead of elastic and are slightly larger than my fingernail so they are easier to sew.  And the black ones I assembly lined and about 20 minutes into it I felt a little bit like I was working in a Nike sweat shop.

And then because I was running out of things to sew or people to sew them for, I moved back to my embroidery machine to make more designs for when my thread arrives tomorrow.

When I was done with that, I set myself loose on my house with my P-touch label maker.

When everything in the house was either embroidered or labeled, my brain told me that I should go for a run but then my ass was all like “dude, chill, this couch is really comfy.”  So I sat down with my baby and his custom burp cloths and watched trashy TV until it was dinner time and I realized that there wasn’t anything to make because the food in the fridge had expired.  So I just did my go-to of spaghetti and patted myself on the back for leaving the craft room long enough to make food.  You go, me!

Aaaaaand then I unjammed the vacuum from all of the hair that it’s been sucking up.  Maybe it’s the prenatal vitamins that I started taking again, or maybe it’s the 5 inches of hair that I cut off, or maybe it’s just that I stopped showering so my hair never comes out of a pony tail long enough for me to recognize that it’s still falling out, but I’m not shedding at a chemo patient pace anymore.  Seeing that it cut waaaaaay back the second that I got home from my haircut, I’m just going to chalk it all up as my long, old, color damaged, hair telling me that it was totally time to pop a vitamin and cut it off.

I’m going to go embroider a pair of Angel’s underwear now (just because I can) so I’m done with the blog.  But before I go, allow me to plaster my webpage with photos of my child.

Oh my goodness, I love this little dude!

Oh my goodness, I love this little dude!

"Did Daddy dress you this morning?"

“Did Daddy dress you this morning?”

The Michigan boys getting ready to watch the final four game

The Michigan boys getting ready to watch the final four game

I don't know why all of the Michigan photos.  I guess it was theme week in our house

I don’t know why all of the Michigan photos. I guess it was theme week in our house

Dog: still boy's best friend

Dog: still boy’s best friend

I’ll be available to sign autographs in the Kalamazoo area Monday.

I Heart Audible

I heart  Seriously.  I’m having a love affair with it.

So far I’ve “read” The Help, STori Telling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns), and now Bossy Pants.

Seriously, people.  Check this site out.  Who has time to read anymore?  Download this gem onto your ipod, plug it into your car, and ditch the annoying morning announcers on the radio.

You’ll thank me later.