well i thought this was pretty appropriate

On a couple of levels, don't you think?

Happy birthday, husband. While your name is Jon, you will always be H to me.

why bust a streak now?

By now, you've heard of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month=November or whatever month you want it to be). I've wrote a post for each day of November for the last five Novembers, and for this November I've decided to bore my two readers with the details of our small-for-an-Indian-wedding DIY wedding--which is the direct cause of my lack of posting for the last 12 months or so.

Anyone else in? Husband? Madelyn? Syar? Jasmine? OMAR*?



*granted, you're going to have to create a new blog, but I thought I'd ask anyway.

birthday girl is a realist

"Are you excited about your birthday?"

"Nah, I feel like there's a lot of pressure to do something amazing."

"Well, being alive is pretty amazing."

"People say that because they don't know what being dead is like. What if we were in bliss before this and we're only here because we made a mistake in heaven?"

"Hmmm, good point."


-- Posted From My iPhone--everybody needs an editor.

my husband, the doughnut king

For years, Jon has complained about how there are no good doughnut places in Illinois (he refuses to talk about Dunkin'). Apparently, in Southern California there are a ton of mom and pop operations that serve delicious fried goodness that beats the pants off the corporate chain even on their worst day. I've had stuff from those joints, and I have to agree that they're pretty good. That said, my man's one exception to doughnut snobbery has always been the powdered mini doughnut. These he can enjoy even when they've come from a vending machine.

Behold, the first photograph I ever saw of my future husband, in March 2005:

I spent a good 20 minutes on the phone with Ale when I saw this, his second post ever, trying to determine if he would be cute without the six powdered donettes in his mouth all at once. Also, I came to the conclusion that he he has the softest hair in America. He didn't see a photo of me for another three months.

Here we are, six years later. The guy still likes his powdered mini doughnuts, but not all at the same time.

He could only get five in there at once, and Madelyn and I are pretty sure that he was chewing and swallowing some. He's still got the softest hair in America*, though, it's just a little longer.

*That's just a visual estimation. I don't go around touching random people's hair.