Regrets re: the wedding.

via Yahoo

Not my wedding. Mine was fabulous.

I’m talking about the royal wedding. So many regrets. Well, really just one. I regret not watching it!

I know, I know. I pretended not to care. I shouldn’t care, really. But what it really comes down to is, we all grew up loving Prince William. In terms of foxiness, he could only really be matched by Jonathan Taylor Thomas.

And Kate is so beautiful. I really love her hair, her posture and the fact that she is always smiling. Seriously, she can’t take a bad picture. She is always glowing. Of course, wouldn’t you be glowing too if you grew up reading YM, Backstreet Boys blaring on your boom box because you called in the request to the DJ like SIX TIMES, and dreaming about marrying Prince William, and then actually be the one who ends up really marrying him? From what I understand from my mom and her generation, Prince William is really like Donny Osmond of the 90s and on a global scale.

(And what ever happened to JTT? Pretty sure he just went to college and got some real person job. Probably just a guy paying his bills and maybe supporting a normal person family and paying his normal person mortgage. BOR-RRRING.)

And her dress, forget about it. Amazing.

It’s just so nice to see people in love and so happy. It really reminds me of how happy my life is and how glad I am that I married my husband. What a good choice we made. Before I met my husband, weddings made me uncomfortable, and I kind of dreaded going, honestly, but now they just make me happy. As my friend from the Cynic Picnic once told me, “marriage is one of the things about growing up that truly is all it’s cracked up to be.”

OK, I’ll stop.

So, did you watch? Was is magic?

No internet at home means...

I soon may have to figure out what on earth is up with my mobile blogging application. I cannot get it to work!

And if you haven't noticed, I have been trying to blog more regularly, having been inspired by some other bloggy friends doing the same such as Just Pudge and House of Chaos.

So I leave you with this: Are you caught up in a sudden wave of domesticity as I am with my recent home ownership and mounds of decorating and organizing calling my name?

If the answer is yes, why don't you try out my new favorite cooking blog:

How Sweet It Is

You won't be sorry, but your waist and thighs might be.

I mean, Strawberry Bacon Orzo Salad? Triple Layer Cookies and Cream Crunch Bars? Is this thing even on?? What are you still doing here???

Dang, she's good!

Late to the party, but I hope you all voted for Haley!

Now I'm going to pack my apartment. Serious this time, guys.

"You're leaving? But we just got Chik-Fil-A!"

Yes, that was one reaction when we told people we were moving this weekend (so soon!).

I have to admit I am sad to be moving away from Chik-fil-A, but I am more sad to move away from so many people we have made friends with in the short time we've lived in this neighborhood! You Cottonwood Heights people are a breath of fresh air and we will miss it here.

We will miss you.

But, we're on to a new adventure...a new adventure whose carpets got cleaned today and look amazing! If you living in Utah County, I would really recommend Heller Carpets.

My parents moved this week, too. It's a little surreal to think I might never go back to the town where I lived for a cumulative 10 years or so. I have to say I never felt a huge connection to the place, which is weird. It is where I went to high school. But it is kind of a weird place (I mean, how many places can you go in America and find a beauty school called "Mr. Leon's School of Beauty"???).

So, there it is. Moving jitters setting in. I hope we like our new house and neighborhood! Most of all, I hope we like the paint color in the bedroom...

Who's to say what's tacky? Or, the one where I put rugs on carpet.

Let's get this out of the way right now: there are plenty of things that I find tacky.

I won't get into them now at the risk of being tacky (ha) but by now it's pretty obvious I have some pretty major opinions about pretty minor things. (pictures hung too high, socks with sandals, ivy used in any indoor capacity whatsoever...ok, so I will get into it just a little)

In my perusing of decor/design blogs, of which I have done plenty in recent times, it's come to my attention that some designers consider two of my favorite things to be tacky:

1. Hanging pictures of your own family in your house

2. Using area rugs on carpet

Now for the first one, I'd definitely say the "moderation in all things" rule applies, but to me, your home is personal! Shouldn't you fill it with things that you love, including pictures of the faces you love?

And the area rug thing...I say a big room is always better with a rug, no matter the flooring. Please observe my super-budget bachelorette pad:

While not exactly the picture of sophistication, I thought it was a cute room and before I put down the rug, it looked sooo lonely in there.

So what do you think? Are family pictures and rugs on carpet taboo at your house?

Cool song.

Have you heard this one?

It's a toe-tapper.

And apparently I'm the kind of geriatric that says things like "it's a toe-tapper."