I have had a weird time with this blog. It’s been pretty clear. Some of you amazingly, fantastical, intelligent ladies have helped me figure out a direction for the future.

Thank you.

I love writing. I didn’t want to stop blogging. I just wanted to stop blogging about our wedding.

Honestly, if you’re still considering blogging about your personal wedding, really give it some thought. If you don’t want to be a wedding blogger and you just want to write about something … writing about your wedding, your relationship and your friendships is very taxing.

If you’re a serial over-analyzer like me … you will wind up examining your relationship for content fodder and, eventually, something about that dulls the beauty of just enjoying moments together and living in general.

So, that being said – I have been working on a project called Resnarkable for a while. I’m really pumped about it.

I want to write about politics, careers, culture and life. 

If you want to join me, that would be killer.

If not, I completely understand. Sometimes our interests change, you know?

I wanted a fresh start. I didn’t want to move all of our 466 posts with us. I don’t want to forward the domain because you guys have some awesome guest posts up in this piece.

So I will leave this blog intact until the domain expires in November.

If you have guest posts here, feel free to take screenshots, save whatever you would like to!

Also – our Twitter account @luvyourway has been dead for a while. It’s pretty obvious that I can only keep up with one personal account daily (social media is what I do for a living). So if you want to follow along, you can catch up with me @lizonomics.

So whadya think? Exciting? Horseshit?

You guys are awesome. Thank you so much for three years of awesome community. This blog got me through some weirdly confusing times that seem to come along with planning a wedding.

Here’s some bloggers you should follow to continue that conversation:

• Kind of a Mess
• A Crimson Kiss
• The Familiar Wilderness
• I’m Better in Real Life
• Hi-Fi Weddings
• Hindsight Bride
• Magnolia Rouge
• The Charity Wedding
• Another Damn Life
• We Ski Slow
• The Thirty-Something Bride

So sorry if I forgot anyone!

Anyway, longest not-goodbye ever.

Quit screwin’ around and head over to Resnarkable.

You guys.

These SNL skits from Lindsay Lohan’s recent special had me cracking up.

Enjoy.

I’m aware that homegirl got some Rose McGowan-style plastic surgery done. But relax. She’s back on track, trying to figure some shit out … maybe we could just ease up on her lip-job.

Whatya think?

I went to an HR conference last weekend. I know, and I loved it.

That’s weird.

I can’t stay out past midnight without hiding yawns in my elbow and playing it off like I was doing a pit-check.

That’s weird.

Things have been weird lately. I love my job. Isaiah’s busy with school. We’re fighting to find time together. I have a cousin who two last year and just turned 15. I realize those things don’t sound so weird alone, but it kind of feels like our lives have taken a sharp turn to Adultville and I don’t remember the drive.

So things are strange.

But since things have been weird, we have been trying to embrace it and make things, uh, weirder.

New hobbies, new habits, and we’re, like, going out … like normal 20-somethings.

Weird.

Isaiah and I got engaged when I was a junior in college.

We had a flobbity jillion reasons to put wedding plans on hold immediately and wait for a couple of years: health insurance, waiting for careers, etc.

One of the reasons we tried to pretend was real was time. At the time, in college, I thought I was the busiest I could ever get. It’s ridiculous now that I look back and I realize how much free time I had. The reality? Everything has gotten exponentially complicated.

I can’t seem to get any of the details together in reality. We haven’t sent out Sa-the-Das yet. I haven’t ordered a dress yet. We’re ridiculously behind. I keep planning times to plan and they’re not working out.

I love my job. I think about my job and how I can do it better most nights and weekends. Isaiah and I also do anywhere between 10 and 30 hours of contract work per week and I have to sleep, prepare food, take care of animals, enjoy time with Isaiah, etc.

How in holy hell do you plan a wedding and work and have animals and freelance? What the EFF.

There are a list of adult things you’re supposed to be able to handle when you’re in your mid-to-late-twenties. Things:

• Balance your checkbook
• Go to the bank and, like, talk to them about your money and shit
• Shop for groceries and provide food for yourself and your partner
• Keep your aminals fed and happy
• Exercise
• Clean your living space on a reasonable basis
• Manage your sleep schedule
• Make a living

Two Revisions

I’ve been a little burned out from writing about serious shit all the time. I am also obsessed with Pinterest. I started a Tumblr for our design inspiration, our design work and all things badass. We’re sharing everything from tattoo inspiration to Malkovich-ness to Parks and Recreation-inspired design. I’m pretty excited about it. We’ll likely move our design talks off of this blog and over to the Tumblr until we can come up with a better solution. Cool? Cool.

I’m pretty excited about it. Even if our place is better absorbed at the moment with our eyes closed, McAwesome was totally worth it.

Also! Valentine’s Day!

These phenomenal Valentine’s cards are from Ben Kling. He’s a pretty creative little dude. He has a series of TV characters, dictators, historical dudes, and I’m pretty sure more are coming. Stay tuned for an awesome Valentine’s.

And have a great one, yo.

I went through this phase once. I wouldn’t listen to bands other people listened to. Any brand name or new clothing I had stuck out that year in my closet. I was a vegetarian. I dreamed day and night of living in Portland. I was undeniably hipster and called out on it for the majority of 2007. The memory seems faint and ridiculous to me now.

Vegetarianism is not ridiculous. Thrifting isn’t ridiculous. Listening to unknown, local indie bands isn’t ridiculous. But before I did each of those things at the time, I thought about their perception.

And now. Now, nothing fucking annoys me more than a group of thoughtless hipsters who drink PBR ironically, listen to the latest in the indie phenomenon and loudly talk about how weird their taste is. “Yeah man, I don’t really care if plaid’s not in style or if kids make fun of my loafers, I’m just doing me.” Really? Plaid is totally in style. Every fucktard on the block is decked out in plaid and Tom’s.

No matter what style you fall under, whether you’re deliberately trying to fit in with a certain style or you are being yourself and happen to match it, there’s a blueprint for each category of person and you’re bound to fit within it. But the point of “hipsterdom” is being yourself. Or, at least it was, right? Don’t go along with the mainstream society of meateaters, be a vegan. Don’t buy new, buy antique. Blah blah blah.

It’s time to admit that hipsterdom is the mainstream. You’re vegan because it’s hip to be. You’re a thrifter because it’s hip to be. You wear plaid and a full beard because it’s hip.

You keep thinking that people don’t “get you” and your oh-so-unique style with your Mumford and Sons and your beach cruiser bike. But they do. They get you. You’re just not that interesting. 

If something you like happens to fall into the realm of hipsterdom, awesome, love it. No problems. If something’s been dubbed lame or you, like, really love meat, do that. If you like Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch in a totally embarrassing, non-ironic way, do you, man, do you. 

But seriously, for the sake of your future children, quit following trends blindly…even trends that claim to be offbeat and unique…because they’re not. I’m pretty sure that the man-scarf-with-a-tshirt look is the parachute pant of our day.

Photo: threadless t-shirt design

You guys. We went to a rodeo. We are so not Fort Worthians and going to a rodeo and saying “ya’ll” were the only things separating ourselves from being Texans. Now there’s only “ya’ll” protecting us from full integration.

Help.

I am going to share some photos from our Instagram account over the next week while I’m cheeks-deep in wedding details, writing projects and cleaning my apartment. Cool? Cool.

We took our very first vacation recently. We went to New Braunfels, Texas, which is only about four hours away and sits halfway between San Antonio and Austin. New Braunfels was founded by a German prince, Carl of Solms-Braunfels and has retained a bit of its German charm. Although some of it has been commercialized, it was a sweet nostalgic trip to take a beer-cation in a place we could get legit schnitzel and sausage.

We strolled antique shops, ate German stuffs, visited the Sophienburg museum and learned far more than we could retain about New Braunfels, and hit some of the outlet malls nearby. It was relaxing and soothing and OMG we need to take a vacation together, like, every month.

On our last night we went to see Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy near San Antonio and got drunk off an Applebee’s gift card we got for Christmas, because after working there, I’m actually almost physically unable to eat there.

We spent our last afternoon in Gruene, Texas (pronounced Green, not groin, like I assumed) at the most damned delightful restaurant I’ve ever been to. The view from our table overlooked the river and about three stories of trees and the quality of the food was the topic of conversation for about a quarter of our four hour drive home.

We did the whole weekend on the cheap and had a blast. I wouldn’t rewrite our first vacation together with any exotic location or cross-country trek. It was perfect just to get away together.

If we can keep ourselves in New Braunfels, Texas, I’m pretty sure we can go anywhere together.

I am going to share some photos from Instagram over the next week while I’m cheeks-deep in wedding details, writing projects and cleaning my apartment. Cool? Cool.

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Vinny has started marking us as his by jumping on our laps when Abby gets too much attention. It’s fucking cute, yo.

I am going to share some photos from our Instagram account while I’m cheeks-deep in wedding details, writing projects and cleaning our place. Cool? Cool.

I have more than 700 blogs I read every day. Some I skim just for headlines before I read – like my advertising or HR/career daily reads. I read every post of about 200 blogs a day because I love them. I have always been a big fan Shared Human Experience’s. I believe in the power of blogs to level certain playing fields. Sharing information instead of hoarding and staying an unknown expert is something I’ve seen the benefits of in others’ lives.

Also – planning a wedding without blogs would be a nightmare for me. Or, maybe it would have been easier if I had never found them. We would have gone to the VFW or a church or something. But I can’t un-know what I know now, yeah?

We have found a couple of potential vendors through the blog community:  photographers, venues, the dresses – OMFG, the dresses. We thought we hit the jackpot.

In the beginning, we contacted a couple of photographers because we collectively geeked out over their work and it was like a first date when they responded back.

“We love your work! We’re planning a wedding. Wanna be part of it?! Schwee!”

“Of course! We’ll even give you a discount because you’re so fucking awesome.”

“What?! That’s aweSOME, but don’t worry about a discount. We want to pay you what you’re worth. What’s next, yo?”

“Oh! Awesome! Well, we’re on a moderate budget, so let’s talk pricing.”

“Let’s.”

“…………” Radio silence.

My question: I follow your blog. That’s how I met you. When I email you to follow-up and ask if everything’s okay and get continued silence, but daily posts pop up on your blog, that’s not what I would call incentive to work together.

Unfortunately, a lot of our experiences with local vendors we have found on blogs have been like this.

It’s a shame. I’m not sure if there’s some post deep down in the archives of our blog that hints we’re douche-nozzles to work with or what…but after the first whoopee-inspiring talk, we can’t seem to move forward into the commitment part of it.

And I’m starting to think it’s not us.

Did you have a similar experience? WTF.