Friday, June 24, 2011

Even worse. Don't RSVP yes and then not show up because you don't feel like it. It's always ok to change your RSVP status at the last minute. Just let people know you're not coming. It's cool. Seriously. It's the polite thing to do.


Let me be a bridezilla for a minute. Not even a bridezilla, because I've thrown parties for people recently, and I've had parties thrown for me. Maybe more "Ms. Manners" than bridezilla. But people, listen:

If you are invited to something that requires an RSVP, you should RSVP. No one writes that to look fancy. No. They're doing it because they don't want to spend money on your meal and gifts if you're not coming. Also, when you decline, it's nice to say thanks for the invite. Someone made a decision to invite you. You didn't need to get that invite.

For our wedding, for example, there is a stack of invites that haven't been given out because we don't have room, yet only one person from my extended family has RSVPd. I know they know whether they're coming. But they don't care to tell me. Ugh. And for our shower tomorrow only one person RSVPd without being prompted. Ugh. I feel like such a chump because the person throwing the party just spent 2x the money & effort that was necessary.

So yeah. RSVP.

Monday, June 20, 2011

I like this wedding present. It makes things feel so official. Wedding showers make things feel official too. Talk about a rite of passage. So weird. Happy.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

waiting my turn

I got my wish and I am in charge of the plants this year. I forgot to check on them this morning. My bad.

But I'm still feeling like I'm missing something.

Maybe it's because I spend 8 waking hours sitting at a desk in a windowless building under flourescent lighting. And then I spend another 3 or 4 hours sitting in bumper to bumper traffic. And arrive home to my house on a street in the city with no trees or grass medians. But dang, I just want to touch a tree. I want to walk on some grass with bare feet after work. I want one of those guns that goes on the end of your garden hose and lets you make misty rainbows. I want to ride my bike on a sidewalk.

More than ever, I really just want to move to the suburbs and recreate the life my parents made for me as a kid. I don't know why that seems so far off. 4 or so more years of living in the city and it'll be done. I'm not alone now, and my other half is not ready to move out of the city just yet. Admittedly, he's got a pretty sweet commute with our current situation.

But if I were alone in life I would've moved to a place in the burbs with a yard long ago. And maybe it's for the better that life worked out this way, because the idea of me living alone in the burbs in my late 20's is really quite depressing. But when I do finally get there in my late 30's with a little family in tow, it'll seem like all that much more of a relief.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

My life would be so much better if I would just sleep when I'm supposed to.