Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

These are the people I grew up around:

These are the people I hang around with now.

I do hope you are all still reading EJ’s blog. He’s doing a stellar and responsible job covering the story of Zach, the 16 year-old boy whose parents have sent him to Love in Action, a place where they are trying to take the gay out of him. Seriously, EJ has every other media source beat on this story. Blogs so often do a better job than the local or national media, because bloggers are on the ground. They are involved. We don’t go looking for stories (at least most of us don’t). The stories come to us, and we’re only writing about them when we’re passionate about them.

Anyway, EJ’s blog, Cherry Blossom Special. Go now. 

OK. It rains ALL DAY on your wedding day, and the whole thing is supposed to be outside. You don’t even flinch. You stand in the rain in your beautiful wedding dress, unconcerned about the mud getting on the hem. The decorations you spent all day putting up are wet, and all the chairs remain propped up around the tables where the guests were going to eat dinner. You giggle as guests bat water off of the top of a canopy as water splashes out into the yard creating more mud. It’s your wedding day, and you are effortlessly happy.

You are Tatyana, and you are the coolest bride EVER!

What a fun time!

OK. I think Helen likes me, but she definitely doesn’t know what to make of me. She stared at me all weekend! My guess is that she kind of remembers me since I was around so much for her first year on earth, but she’s just not sure.

For this next one, I will ask you (dear readers), "What in the world are we looking at?"

On Sunday, I attended the wedding of Kyle & Jessica in Bloomington. It was lovely. They are just some of my favorite peeps ever. So because I’d been to a wedding, and because I saw several other friends after it was over, I learned an important difference between men and women. Without fail, the women asked: What did her dress look like? And without fail, men asked: How was the food? I’m not sure what this means exactly, but it seems important.

Here’s me in the reception line after the ceremony:

And here’s the rest of it in a montage. Unfortunately, there aren’t many Aaron pictures because I kept handing him the camera while I spoke to old friends. It was a great service though. Thanks, Aaron!

I have a great picture of the wedding dress (bottom right of the montage), but sadly boys, no pictures of the food!

So much fun. I miss Bloomington, but I probably already said that, didn’t I?!