Gold medal wedding

Not too long after I met Taylor, my friend and roommate at the time, Mariel, met her match: Mike. 

And, they just said, "I do." 

Mariel and I spent many-a-night sitting in her living room talking about our dream dudes. Who would have guessed the next guy each of us met when living together would be "the one? I can't believe that was years ago now. 

I remember how tough it was coming to terms with the fact that we were growing up, spreading our wings, and moving on in life with another person. Mariel was my support system during a tough transitional time in my life, and even though I moved out to live on my own before I got engaged, I had a hard time adjusting to my life without my constant companion. It was the end of a two-year era in which we created countless memories.

I felt like my brain was flooded with so many of those memories and moments the week of her wedding. As laughable as it sounds, I felt like seeing her get married gave me this closure, peace, and sheer joy for her new chapter in life.

She and Mike are sure to have a lifetime of laughs and love. We couldn't be happier for the two of them and were so proud to be a part of their day. Congratulations, Mar! Love you! 

Site 1 of 2 for the wedding: Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden. Beautiful! 

Third from the right is Matea and Katie's on the far right.

Two Kates and a Kelley...Kate W.'s about nine months prego with baby Teddy.

Cake Brigade was called into service at the last minute as Mariel didn't think her main bakery cake would feed everyone at the wedding. Since Katie was in the wedding, Kelley and I had to hold down the fort...and I think another one or two additional people helped with the auxiliary cakes. They turned out well. 

Location 2 of 2 = Elysian Ballroom in downtown Portland.

Their main cake was rainbow striped inside! 

Quite possibly THE most unflattering photo of moi...but beyond that, this is a great snap of the five of us friends from freshman year of high school. I love you girls. Friends forever!

Days and weeks before the main event

I fought hard not to have a bridal shower or bachelorette party, but my friends found ways to spoil me rotten nonetheless.

I'm grateful for such outstanding women in my life. Girls who respect that I sometimes march to a different beat. Maybe I don't want to do everything by the book—or maybe it's that I want to do things by my own book. Just slightly different, just enough to annoy or cause a few eye rolls. You know what I'm saying? I just can't help it. I have two older sisters and a one-in-a-million mom. I want to be like each of them, independently, and then I want to be my own person, too. I digress…

Not only did I feel showered with love at the Albany "gathering," the cooking class with Allison (who, coincidentally is being induced with her baby girl tonight—prayers for the Vidourek family), and the trip to see my sisters in LA and San Diego, but I was lucky enough to share some special memories with friends during my last few weeks as a single gal. 

Among many other celebrations…my high school besties planned a day o' fun brunching, baking, and crafting—all in preparation for the wedding reception (more on that later). My running inspiration, Erin, prepared a delicious banquet of brunch and snack fare for us to feast on while watching Bridesmaids the week before my wedding. My co-workers pulled off an outrageously thoughtful and sincere "off-site meeting" surprise breakfast shower. And, my friend Leslee organized a special tae bo class for my sisters, workout buddies, and me to enjoy on the day of the wedding. Yes, I got up at 5 for workout class on my wedding day. It was the perfect de-stressor.

Starting the day off right with mims.

Brunch and Mexican theme...with a "test" cake by Katie.

Check out this test cake, perfect rendition of hobnail milkglass by the one and only Katie Elaine.

Cake Brigade mem-orrr-eeeees.

Barking orders at Kell...making escort cards.

How I miss our baking and cooking extravaganzas at the Moon Tower!

Love the bubbles in a can! With a straw!

Not only did these gals whip out some serious baked goods on this sweet Saturday, but each of them made several other 

On to the work "shower," where my co-workers loved embarrassing me with the toilet paper wedding gown game. Seriously, I could not have been more surprised by this gesture. I honestly was so wrapped up in a freelance job and the craziness of checking lists, etc., for the wedding, that it didn't even dawn on me that my co-workers might want to celebrate, too. They even set up a fake calendar invite and told me we were following up on a "what's your work style" off-site meeting from a couple weeks prior. My work bestie, Yvonne, really helped pull off this number by telling me how much she was dreading this meeting...how much she didn't want to go. How she kept a straight face, I'll never know!

One of my co-workers wrapped the lovely gifts (a very nice pajama set and some RL cocktail glasses) in my wedding colors, and the gals specifically planned a breakfast since they knew my affinity. Everyone brought a dish to share, or pretty bouquets of flowers, or champagne (naturally!). I was so touched. Beyond touched. I was just honored. It was a very special day for me.

Thanks again to my dear friends from near and far. From the month-to-month "countdown till the wedding" texts to the phone calls and chats (or should I say "listening sessions"), the cards, and countless offers to help with any- and everything. Everyone was so kind and generous. I'm really fortunate...to say the very least. 

Handbag love from Friday Harbor to Portland, Oregon

I alluded to in a previous post...and again teased with some photos that my friend Kelley and I had a seriously serendipitous Christmas.

This story dates back to August 14, 2011, the day after our dear friend Katie's dream wedding. Kelley and I were in Friday Harbor, on the San Juan Islands, waiting for the ferry to take us back to Anacortes so we could start our trek back to Portland.

We made our way through many shops, spending a considerable amount of time (and money) in the used book store, and window shopping at many of the cute boutiques. At one of those shops in particular, Kell and I were drawn to some fantastic bags, both clutches and satchels. In true fashion, we chatted up the sweet employee about these great handbags. She just gushed over the woman who hand-crafted each and every one of the bags, and although neither of us could afford one at the time, we took Winnie's business cards and tucked them away in our respective wallets.

At the time, I wasn't working, but I told myself I was going to surprise Kell one day when I could afford to buy her a one-of-a-kind clutch. You see, Kelley's always been the world's best gift-giver. Even when she lived halfway across the globe, she still managed to send thoughtful presents at the most perfect times. I've never felt like I've been able to reciprocate the feeling I encountered when opening a package from Kell.

Fast-forward to this past Christmas. My girlfriends and I had our annual gift exchange, and I drew Kelley's name. I was just thrilled. I remembered my plot to email the designer of the bags and ask her to create one for Kelley. I scoured my room for nearly two hours trying to find the designer's business card. I couldn't remember the brand of the bags nor the name of the boutique we found them. Finally, I found the card, emailed the designer, and got the ball rolling. Winnie proved to be as charming and kind as the store clerk described her. She was willing to work with my budget, and she sent me options for the clutch she was whipping up for Kelley. I was proud of myself for accomplishing all of this weeks before Christmas. That's a feat Kell's not quite familiar with. She tends to be a little last-minute when it comes to the annual gift exchange, and she didn't send her Secret Santa a gift until a couple months past Christmas last year.

When we got together to swap gifts, even Skyping in our long-distance friend who couldn't be there, I knew Kelley must have drawn me once we were the last two standing. She opened my card first, and once she read the first couple of lines, she almost shockingly turned to me and said, "NO WAY!" You see, Kelley, being the most thoughtful girl alive, had kept Winnie's business card for a special occasion such as this. She, too, had been in communication with Winnie. She even Skyped with Winnie to pick the fabric of my bag. Kelley also had a clutch hand-made for me. Can you believe it?

I thought it was the most special sequence of events only two old friends could have shared. I immediately contacted Winnie because I just couldn't believe this happened. The details of our stories varied, so Winnie didn't exactly know she was making bags for two best friends, but once I told her, she said it made perfect sense. I think it's crazy, in a magical sort of way.

We love our Momentum Handbags, and we love each other. We've been friends since the third grade, and it just goes to show the magic that accompanies true friendship.      

What were we thinking?

I still need to share the story of the magical handbags...and I will...but not tonight! The following photos add to the story. I'll let you enjoy these right now! 

Freshman year of high school, circa 1999. This was Halloween. Hence, I am wearing who knows whose blonde wig (still hadn't discovered makeup???), Kell's wearing a yellow furry bathrobe, Katie's too cool for a costume, and Matea's donning a boa on her head. I'd like to note I've owned that blue and white gingham shirt two separate times in my life. Kell and I had been friends since third grade, and this was just a month after meeting Matea and Katie. Pretty sure Mariel was there, too. Probably took this photo.  

Takin' it to the Max one summer night in 2006? I think we'd all just turned 21, right? Beavers baseball game and the Marathon Taverna? Apparently the open-mouth look was my pose du jour decade!

Ahhh...such a classic. Katie's magical wedding on San Juan Island. Twelve solid years of friendship and counting. 

An out-of-order update

I have been working diligently on my book blog, over at www.thebusygirls.wordpress.com. I am removing some posts from that, and I don't want to just delete them forever ... so I'm going to post 'em here, starting with this one, affectionately titled, "Dr. Dream Weaver and the Delightful Dentist."

Right about the time school started this fall, and for two Wednesdays in a row I had some kind of  medical emergency. The first was a bit more "urgent" than the second.

As per usual, I was in a hurry. (I feel as though most of my accidents or incidents begin that way.)
I ran some errands on my day off, and I swung through home to grab a bite to eat en route to another errand ... except I never made it to that errand. As I was slicing into a frozen veggie patty (it's totally fine if you scoff or laugh about this--I know it sounds ridiculous), I missed the plastic and the knife went right through my left thumb. Gory details aside, I threw my hand up in the air and screamed at the top of my lungs. Thank the good Lord above my roommate was home because she acted quickly and calmly and drove me straight to the emergency room.

Once at the ER, we contemplated going in to the hospital because neither one of us knew the severity of my injury. I'm glad we did, however, because I needed about eight stitches to sew up my thumb. The silver lining of this terrible scenario was that my doctor was a dreamboat, which tends to happen only in the movies.


The following Wednesday, thumb bandaged up and on the road to recovery, I stopped in at the dentist for what I thought was going to be a check-up and routine teeth cleaning. Although I never minded the dentist before, I left there crying. Scratch that. I was whimpering in disbelief at my woeful Wednesdays.
My new dentist couldn't have been more pleasant and enjoyable, but the news she delivered nearly made me vomit: I had FIVE cavities. I didn't know how this could be possible as I have the best oral hygiene habits in my family. I had to schedule three different follow-up appointments to fill the holes in my teeth.

I don't even know how to end this post, other than by saying I have my fingers crossed in hope and faith that next Wednesday will keep me from any further medical hardships.

Time flies by fives

Five years ago, I didn’t want to leave the comfortable confines of my high school. I had a blast. I thought those were the best years of my life. I tried to pack everything I could into four years. I met the greatest group of girls my freshman year, and even though I transferred schools after then, we’ve never lost touch. In retrospect, transitioning to a new high school was probably what shaped my outlook on life. I promised myself I wouldn’t fall into a clique or limit myself to certain classes or activities. As a result, I played three sports, had several leadership positions and a diverse group of friends. I surrounded myself with great people, I loved going to school, and I didn’t think anything could top those years. When my senior year rolled around, I started getting scholarship offers to play basketball in college. I didn’t, however, neglect my other sports or commitments. I especially enjoyed being the editor of my school newspaper. I knew then that I wanted to study journalism in college. I figured I would find a school that was the perfect fit for the whole me, not just the athlete in me. As a result, I chose Washington State University. Before I started getting recruited, I had never really followed college sports, and I had to pull out a map to find Pullman, Wash. I was nervous and excited to leave Portland, but if you asked me then, I would have never guessed all that I would experience in the four years to come.