How To: Play Catch Up (Again)

So remember that one time I said I was back? Apparently I'm a liar. I apologize. Part of me feels like I owe it to all of you to only post quality posts, and lately I haven't had much material to go off of. Maybe I'm getting too good at this whole "adult" thing, which is just a frightening thought.

So for those of you who don't know, I got engaged in February. Ironically, I met him online, and he was guilty of only a few of my rules. (If you don't know my rules, you should read them here. Especially because its Monday and I'm sure you need a good giggle.) He did promise before our first date to never use air quotes, and a year later, I can't recall a time that he ever has, so at least he's better at keeping promises than me. 

I have a hard time believing its really been a year. I bought my house a year ago. I had my Cinco de Derby party a year ago. I started my new job a year ago. How has that much time really lapsed? Brodie turned FOUR, which means I have now been out of college for as long as I was ever in it. That just seems unacceptable to me. 

I have been purposefully avoiding posting anything about wedding plans because I don't really want to be That Girl who only ever talks about her wedding. At the same time, because its my wedding and outrageous stuff just seems to happen to me on a regular basis, wedding planning hasn't really been what I had been imagining it to be.

I haven't had a single appointment with revolting flower/theme/color choices, or dry cake samples, or horrifically frilly dresses I'm forced to try on. Mostly because I haven't had any appointments, haven't tasted any cakes, and only tried on 3 dresses. I have never been called anything but efficient. 

Sometimes bad things happen with good timing. I tore my ACL at Christmas this last year after my famous last words, giggling while telling Chris he "skied like a third grader", about thirty seconds before I took the most epic fall of my ski career. Yes, you can tell me its karma, I shouldn't have been mean, but I still stick to saying that if this was my payback, I was overpaid and will give Ms. Karma a full refund.

So there I sat through most of February and March in a knee brace that quite literally went from my ankle to my hip watching my wonderful mother run around having appointments with revolting flower/theme/color choices, and dry cake samples, and weeding out horrifically frilly dresses I wasn't forced to try on. Sometimes I actually forget I'm getting married its been so easy. 

This weekend I did have my first Bridezilla moment during a fake-turned-kind-of-real argument with my mom. She has been planning everything wonderfully so far and dealing very well with my wedding theme being "whatever," as it seems to be. 

Over the first dance/father-daughter dance. Not over the music. Or when the line dance instructors will come out (not kidding). Or about traditions. Nope. This was about breaking them, which I've been all about with everything from the garter/bouquet toss (hate them with a fiery passion) to cake cutting (screw cake... we're having cake balls) to attire (cowboy boots). We were discussing the ORDER of the dances. Its called a FIRST dance. You can't have it second. This is not tradition. Its grammar. I may throw tradition out the window at the drop of a hat, but I don't mess around with grammar. 

So here's whats going to happen going forward:

1. I'm going to post funny stories as they happen.
2. You're going to hold me accountable for this.
3. Otherwise I'll probably go back to making promises I don't keep.
4. Because I'm a terrible human being.
5. Karma owes me big time.
6. I'm getting married in less than 100 days.
7. You're going to not hate me for disappearing for months at a time.

Great. Glad we got that settled. See you again soon!

How To: Relocate Dust Bunnies

I think its time for the Mishaps dust bunnies to find a new home, because I'M BACK! 

I am at a total blank as to what to write about, so as I'm waiting for my creative juices to start flowing, I figure I'll just keep writing and see where it takes me. Please excuse the babbling for a minute or two. Even if I end up saying nothing of any importance in this entire post, it feels so good to be back! I have missed all of my readers. 

I have done so much growing up over the last six months, I feel like I should have tons of mishaps coming to mind to entertain you with. Being a homeowner definitely presents an entire set of issues I don't think I'd ever fully considered. Like water bills. What on earth? Why is it so dang expensive?! All I do is shower, wash dishes, and laundry. And then I remembered my valiant effort to save my grass this summer. That could be why.

Now that its finally getting out of the 80's in Dallas and decided to drop 20 degrees in two days, I'm presented with a whole other issue. Do I really need to turn the heater on? NO, I say! I can just wear a sweatshirt, pants, and slippers. This is Texas, its not THAT cold, I'll be fiiiiiine. Plus, I really was budgeting on a pedicure this month and I want some new books, so I can sacrifice some heat so my bills would be low. 

And then I woke up to a house that was 52 degrees. My stupid trees that provided my house with stupid shade in the stupid summer are now making my house STUPID cold. On went the heater and up went my complaining. I think I'm suddenly going from recent college graduate to senile old lady. "Back in MY day..."

The fun part about being a homeowner though has been working with Chris on the weekends. We have really gotten into our improvement projects, and my lack of confidence in our skills decreases a little with each project. See, we both have this habit of not being so good at easing into things. 

For example, since "ye ol' budget crunch" started ( I don't know why I'm saying "started." It's not like it ever ended), I've been bummed about my lack of adequate furniture for my house and lack of adequate funds to change this. This, of course, didn't stop my planning as to how to change the situation. My living room was just not doing it for me and patience when it comes to decorating is NOT one of my fortes.

So I went over to my trusty Pinterest account, started scrolling through all of the home decor ideas, and happened upon Anna White's blog with TONS of DIY furniture plans! How fun! I could just BUILD something instead of having to fork out the money to buy any of the furniture pieces I wanted. Look at me being so budget-savvy and a little Susie Homemaker.

What did Chris and I decide on for our first project? A five-foot long table/shelf/entertainment center type thing. We started planning for this table build and bought all of our supplies. It wasn't until we had several of Chris's dad's power tools lying around my garage that I started questioning our ability to actually do this. Maybe we should have started with a birdhouse or something. 

I am so happy to say that neither Chris nor I lost any appendages while building it. It may have taken us three weekends to finally get it built, stained, (then sanded back down when I didn't like the stain), and finally painted and moved into the house, but now I have the freaking heaviest, sturdiest, almost according-to-the-plans table under my TV. And I love it. 

Look at that. My first post back practically wrote itself. Consider the Mishaps dust bunnies evicted. See you again soon, fellow Almost Adults!

Coming Soon!

So I have decided its time to make Mishaps a priority in my life again. Within the next six weeks, be looking out for more regular posts from me! I have so many new and exciting things to tell you, especially now that I'm 26 and OFFICIALLY a mid-20-something.

See you soon!