Don’t judge me—I am NOT blogging while I’m on my Honeymoon. I scheduled this to post while I’m gone because technology is creepy. Now all I can think about is what will happen if my plane crashes and you’re all in the middle of hosting a candlelight vigil for me (naturally) and then you get this notification. Yes. The power of the Hacker Ninja Hooker Spy is enough to reach you from beyond the grave.
I’m sorry. I’ll stop now. But really—airplanes are such a terrible idea. I always forget this until I’m a million miles in the air, moving at the speed of light and suddenly too afraid to walk to the bathroom because I might shake the plane.
But let’s assume I made it. Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram can hopefully confirm this. Except I have no idea if there will be internet access. Future Aussa is in Costa Rica and doesn’t know what all that entails. I’ve been to Guatemala, which is like Costa Rica’s “bad seed” cousin who shows up to Thanksgiving with white powder on its nose, and I’m pretty sure we had to go to a café to use the internet while we were there.
I want to go ahead and make a few predictions about our honeymoon, just so I can feel smug and self-righteous when I come back and they’re all true:
#1: American Ignorance and Arrogance Will Have a Love Child Named “Aussa’s Humiliation”
There will come a moment where I’ll decide to impress everyone with my tenuous grasp of the Spanish language. Even though I know better, there will be alcohol and then I’ll be all “My nanny was Hispanic,” and “I used to go to Juarez every summer” and “I took 97,000 hours of Spanish in college.” Then I’ll open my mouth and try to make words and people will crowd around to point and stare the same way they did when I tried to use chopsticks in China.
#2: Alex Will Repeatedly Ask Me How I’ve Managed To Travel All Over The World
He already does this on a daily basis when I get lost trying to find my way home from Target, but this whole trip will only make it worse. I’ll be all “but where’s the ocean?” and then he’ll think he can trust me to find a public restroom and I’ll be lost for a day and a half and have to live off of the little green moss that grows on the back of sloths.
#3: I Will Be Self-Conscious About My Ass
This is so stupid but I know it’s going to happen. My arse looks like one of those poorly rendered “mashed cauliflower” recipes on Pinterest that everyone knows is BS and doesn’t taste anything like creamy whipped potato goodness. But right now (as Past Aussa) I’m going to resolve to be all “Bite me!” about my unfounded assumptions that ANYONE on the beach gives a damn what my rear end looks like.
#4: I’ll Try To Smuggle Something Or Break An International Law
This is my favorite part of traveling. Whatever is on the list of things you aren’t allowed to bring back—like Cuban cigars, a case of beer, weapons, or absinthe—I have totally smuggled back from my previous trips overseas. The list is long and the anxiety you get when you’re standing in customs is real. I don’t know what my problem is, but I’m addicted and won’t stop until I’m caught and end up in some dank little torture cell being interrogated on why I had 15 turtle eggs hidden in the soles of my shoes.
#5: Someone’s Going to Get Injured
This is inevitable, because it’s me we’re talking about. I just hope that it can stand up to these guys:
Breaking my tailbone on a flight of stairs then getting hopped up on meds to the point that I bought a 1970-something Camaro because I wanted a Transformer.
Falling into the Guatemalan jungle because we broke our flashlight and only had a candle to guide us.
Jumping out of a window and nearly bleeding to death
Getting in a car accident that resulted in a powdered sugar explosion.
Diving out of a convertible and getting a concussion that allowed me to predict the future.
Getting ulcers on my eyes because WTF life makes no sense.
We’re going to be right on the ocean, which means a Giant Squid is probably going to sneak in through the balcony and suffocate me while I sleep. There’s also something about a rain forest down there which means I’ll get darted by poisonous frogs and/or abducted by monkeys who recognize me as the missing link and therefore their queen. Just wait. You’ll see.
Were there any disasters on your honeymoon? Have you ever butchered an attempt at speaking a foreign language? How do you feel about flying?
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Aussa, I will pay you millions of (Monopoly) dollars to smuggle me a sloth. Pretty please with green moss on top?
Happy honeymooning. I can’t wait to hear all the things so you can guide my path, assuming I can convince Brian that a wedding is a good idea.
So when should we meet up to discuss this exchange? I have the sloth in my suitcase (or he may have made it out by now…) and I’m told they poop once a week, so the clock is ticking before I have a situation on my hands.
And yes! Get to convincing. Come to BlogU and bring him and I will convince him by telling him how absolutely lucky Alex is and how super duper lucky he can soon be. I will even draw diagrams and possibly put together a powerpoint.
Huzzah! I just knew I could count on you for all the things. I’ll meet you at [undisclosed location] with a teal briefcase full of [exorbitant amount of Monopoly money] where I can collect little Ebenezer (who probably already pooped in your suitcase anyways).
Feel free to include one of those diagrams about how much Alex loves being married. I’ll throw in Free Parking for life AND a Get Out of Jail card.
Sharks? What about those? Sharks never get the attention they deserve any more. 🙂
I have to say, this feels weird. It’s like I’m crashing your honeymoon but not.
OMG! Sharks! They ain’t got nothin’ on what we suffered 😉 Just wait.
Enjoy the honeymoon . . . and your new monkey minions. Not sure I should share any honeymoon or long disaster stories. Feel like that could jinx things.
Well now the honeymoon is over (or just beginning) so all disastrous stories are welcome from this point forever and on 😉
Went on an Alaskan cruise and the travel agency forgot to tell the cruise line that it was our honeymoon. Our room had a ‘great’ view of the lifejacket shed, no announcement during the first formal dinner, and all of the honeymoon perks were forgotten. This included chocolate-covered strawberries, a small cake on the first formal night, balloons, and champagne. We got the cake and announcement when the people we typically ate with found out. On the plus side, I had a card that gave me free soda for the entire trip and there was a 24-hour buffet.
I attempted to tell a lover in Spanish “My heart, my dove.”
I said in reality: My heart, my dick.
My wife was afraid of the national bird there (the carnivore buzzard) which trompped across our metal roof at night sounding like a Russian soldier on patrol. Have a great honeymoon.
Hahaha! I love it.
Hahahaha noooo….
I’m on public wifi or else I would try and google the difference between those. Probably better this way, really.
It would not show up but as the original thought as “dove”… the word is slang, which most translation websites don’t register or recognize. But she sure as heck took notice of it.
Hahahaha! You’re fkn’ hilarious (which I’m sure I’ve said before – you ARE!!)!!
Hmm… honeymoon disasters? Well, I got sunburned RIGHT BEFORE taking our vows because I decided to sit out by the pool for a mere 20 minutes… WITHOUT sunscreen. All my lovely, beachy elopement photos have strap marks in full view in my strapless, white dress. From what I can tell about you, your honeymoon will be GREAT! Your wedding photos are just fantastic (and this is just from the few I’ve seen on FB). 🙂
Noooo sunburn is the worst! And I am just like you– 20 minutes is all it takes. Right now I am suffering the absolutely fabulous after effects of a burned scalp. Yep– big nastastic flakes of my skin showering the world like a late spring snow. Sick.
Oh no! That sucks… Mainly because it’s really difficult to slather your scalp with buckets of Noxema. Welcome back! 🙂
I just shake it shake it off like T. Swift 😉 That’s so gross. I’m sorry.
Hahahaha! You should make a video… 😉
When I got married the first time, our hotel burned down on our honeymoon. Not even kidding.
OMG Michelle! That is so funny (as long as no one was hurt, or worse) but still, it was like the future was being given to you.
That is amazing. Reminds me of Tina Fey’s memoir, where she talks about something happening to their cruise ship– I think it either crashed or started sinking or their was shit everywhere. Something as equally disastrous. Life, so funny that way.
I have been married twice, honeymooned, zero times. So have a great one for me will ya? 🙂
I think this means you need to take yourself on a solo honeymoon, Jackie! GetYouSome.
Oh! Oh! Dibs on one of the turtle eggs!
You got it! Just swing by before they hatch and bring a warm blanket.
Congratulations on your marriage! Enjoy your honeymoon. And forget about how your butt looks. I’m sure it looks great. And besides, remember this from Eleanor Roosevelt (and Dr. Phil): “You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.” One of my favorite quotes. 🙂
Thank you Carrie! And that’s a fantastic quote, I love it. It’s so freaking true– I’ll be all hurt feelings because I think someone is shunning me and then it turns out they got arrested for a routine traffic violation. HAHA I’m going to get in trouble for this comment, I can just feel it.
Congrats on most likely still being alive (b/c there have been no recent news reports on plane crashes, monkey kidnappings, or frog dartings. Hope you’re having a blast (and everyone is staying uninjured)!
Mostly uninjured! Though I did get a pretty sexy case of dysentery/ebola on the last day. But it’s to be expected. Everything else was glorious! More details soon… and thank you 🙂 🙂 🙂
Yay! Aussa’s back! Aussa’s back! Can’t wait for honeymoon stories!
Hahaha omg once we get the internet at our place I have one that soooo needs to be written. Good Lord.
I can only say congrats and keep writing.
Thank you and believe me, I will 😉
This is strange – reading the words of pre-wedding Aussa and replying to post-wedding Aussa. Probably the single point of most distinctive emotional change in anyone’s life – and the words are on one side, the reply on the other. Anyway, my question is : Where’s Zola? (Loved her cute Facebook pics.)
Hey, reminds me ofthe old story of the guy who would cross the border from Canada to the US everyday with a wheelbarrow full of manure. He did this for years and customs suspected he was smuggling but could never figure out what. Then one day after he had retired he met a retired customs officer in a bar and the two started chatting .The ex-customs officer said: ” We are both retired now so can you finally tell me what you were smuggling for all those years?” The old guy just grinned and replied “Wheelbarrows” ha!
Have a wonderful Honeymoon Aussa! (I never had one so I am interested to hear what they are like)
Haha! You’re funny, Paul. And Zola has it good– my friend Peeves younger sister has been her dedicated dogsitter since 2008! They have adventures together while I’m away.
And okay I love your wheelbarrow story! I actually read it on my phone while we were away (tsk tsk I know, but it was a rare wifi moment that combined with boredom!) and kept thinking about it. Very clever.
not on my honeymoon but I fell off a mountain and broke my leg on my 10th wedding anniversary if that counts?
Hahaha oh no. If you fell off of a mountain then I suppose that’s the best sort of outcome (as opposed to death) but ouch.
You just have a wonderful time Aussa! I can’t wait to hear how accurate your predictions are! I have no honeymoon tales, as I had no honeymoon, and flying? It is scary, and fun. Stay safe! Also can’t wait to hear about how the wedding went!
Can’t wait to blog about it, Julie! And I need to re-read this post but I have a feeling several of the predictions were pretty damn spot on!
Like everybody else Aussa, I am so happy to see you’re back. I can still call you Aussa right? Or should I now address you as Mrs. Boyfran?? bahahahahaha! I crack me up! I can’t wait to hear all about it!
Mrs. Boyfran has a nice ring to it 😉
Congrats on getting married to your prince charming. Now go enjoy your honeymoon and stay off Facebook and blogging for a bit!
Hahahaha good advice! And I did. Mostly 😉
As far as I know, you can break Costa Rica smuggling laws simply by picking up shells on a beach and trying to bring them on a plane in a carry-on.
Hopefully, this is a timely advice and I am talking to not Post-Honemoon Future Aussa, but to Future Aussa During Honeym… opps, sorry, later is fine.
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Enjoy both honeymoon and Costa Rica!
You know what’s interesting… there actually weren’t any seashells on the beach, possibly because we were across from a peninsula? But idk why that would matter? And it’s volcanic sand? But who knows. Anyways– no seashells. But when I got back and was digging through my backpack, I found a little seashell. From god knows where. It could seriously be from any number of places where I’ve taken that backpack over the years. Kenya… thailand… who knows. So the moral of that story is I totally could have gotten away with it.
Where in Costa Rica did you go?
I was there last year, and I have gotten away with it – the beach we went to was basically made of tiny seashells instead of sand, so I picked a small bag of prettier ones and took it with me.
(At least i have gotten away with it for now, unless Costa Rican Sea Shell Protection Agency tracks me down)
OMG! X! YOU JUST CONFESSED!! watch your back buddy!
Puntarenas-ish! And I am going to report you.
Yesterday was my 8 year anniversary and neither of us remembered it until my mom texted us congratulations. So assuming you are NOT abducted by monkeys, you have years of romance ahead of you. Alex on the other hand probably has years of therapy.
Hahaha! That’s hilarious neither of you remembered! But your mom did? Amazing. I forgot it was my birthday on Monday (tuesday?) until my coworker texted me. How odd.
And oh yes– much therapy coming for him! And your comments crack me up, btw. On facebook. I would read them to Alex 🙂
You picked a fortunate week to be in Costa Rica, as they have just discovered a new species of frog there that looks eerily like Kermit. Not even making that up. And since it’s your honeymoon, shouldn’t you be far too busy with the little death to be bothered with the big one? OK, you don’t have to answer that, it came out creepier than I intended. Loved the picture of you with Angelle.
I just read that it is the anniversary of the Chernobyl disaster. Doesn’t that mean it’s also your birthday?
If it does, then happy birthday.
YES! It does! Good memory, Doug! And thank you 🙂
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I didn’t know what little death meant. Thanks wikipedia! Hmm I will have to meditate on this.
And Angelle is awesome! So cool getting to meet her for real and not just for skype.
AND! I discovered that frog. You. Are. Welcome.
I actually do miss you and have to remind myself to stop looking for a new post while you’re on your honeymoon. Also-this is probably the least badass thing to smuggle, but if you are ever in Europe, smuggle back a Kinder Egg, which is chocolate with a toy inside. I have a friend originally from Ireland who is upset that they are illegal in the US
Apparently a US company is trying to find a way around that law.
http://gawker.com/5990806/us-ban-on-kinder-surprise-eggs-finally-lifted-kinda
Wow! Since 1938? Geeze. And $2500?! Yeah… I’d play those odds.
Oooo! What is wrong with America– we don’t make all these toxic chemicals illegal (like they do in Europe) but we aren’t allowed to combine two awesome things– chocolate and toys– into one big egg of happiness? I am surrendering my citizenship.
I only did like two posts on my honeymoon… but it was our second one… so… that’s cool, right???
Wait. This is a thing? Can I have a second honeymoon? Next week?
Traditionally people wait a little longer than that, but I don’t think there are any rules. You can have one every weekend.
Bwahahahaha! I love this. You’ve been missed.
Awww yay– well I am back now! And if it weren’t for a lack of internet in mi casa I would have a new post up tomorrow. But soon. SOON. S O O N .
Yeah, I doubt I’ll ever get married, so I haven’t had any disasters on my honeymoon that hasn’t happened, and probably never will. I’ve been smart enough to keep my mouth shut unless I was 200% sure I could say something in a foreign language correctly. Except in Arabic class, but that was just dumb mistakes. My thoughts on flying are that I hate not wearing my gun on board and being that close to strangers for so long.
It is SO weird how close we are to strangers while on airplanes. I was trying to find the power outlet between our seats and had to practically put my head on Alex’s knees in order to do it. Good thing he wasn’t a stranger. The lucky stranger on my other side just got to experience my slack jawed spontaneous sleeping.
I hope you’re having an amazing honeymoon and that none of the above are happening!
Well of course none of the above happened, the universe had to go and get all creative and surprise us haha.
I look forward to seeing you on an episode of next season’s “Locked Up Abroad.”
Haha! Did you hear about the Bali 8?!?! CRAZINESS.
have fun and can’t wait to hear the stories – congrats )
Thank you! So many stories, so soon 😀
You even kept comments open on your honeymoon? Just one thing to say today that I hope you’ll read when you get settled back at home as “the Mrs.” After reading this blog post, I want to convince you to go on the TV show Survivor. (That show is my one guilty pleasure). Come on. Can you imagine the blog stories you could tell?
Haha! I think I would be horrible on that show because I would look at those people and just be like BYE. I am a lone ranger. And I would probably get lost. And die.
I’m not a flyer. Well, not a GOOD one. My family went to Hawaii in January and I almost missed the plane while hiding in the bathroom stall because I was terrified I would have a heart attack over the Pacific Ocean and there would be nowhere to land. Last I checked, Atlantis had no hospital.
I hope you and Alex are having an amazing time and I better not see any replies to these comments until you get home!!!
Haha how is 8 days later for a reply, Sandy? Just easing myself back in 😉 And yikes to that level of panic 🙁 Alex is pretty bad about it. I learned this time around that sharing one pair of headphones between the two of us seemed to help. Which is mildly cheesy and adorable but mostly cheesy.
Happy honeymoon!! I’ve never smuggled anything truly illegal, but when my best friend and I were in high school, we went on a church mission trip to Honduras. Both of us had a rudimentary grip on the Spanish language, so we made friends with our local guides, convinced them to take us on a bar crawl in downtown Tegucigalpa (this was before the movie Taken came out, because OMG what were we thinking?!), which culminated in us standing in a liquor store ooohing at how cheap the alcohol was. We spent the equivalent of $50, bought 5 handles of rum and tequila, and packed them (wrapped in dirty laundry so they wouldn’t clank) to take back in our duffle bags. Going through customs with a highly inappropriate amount of alcohol while my parents, pastor, and 20 other members of my church looked on in blissful ignorance was quite the rush!
I’m still not sure how we made it, but we drank that alcohol all summer long and it was marvelous!
I smuggled champagne out of the Soviet Union when I was 16. Because it was cheap and I could buy it. It was hideous to drink, though.
Haha! It’s amazing what one does before legal drinking age in order to drink 🙂 Smuggling anything out of the Soviet Union would have TERRIFIED me though!
What an amazing statement to be able to make it. It was worth the story!
HAHAHA the best thing about this story is that you were on a Church Mission trip. *applause* So terrible, Erin. tsk tsk tsk!
Yeah yeah yeah, hell in a handbasket and all that jazz….
Congratulations, Aussa! SO happy for you.
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Now that you're married, we can't be friends anymore. Isn't that how it works? Marrieds are friends with marrieds, singles with singles? Except I'm a post-menopausal female which puts me into asexual cronehood, making me friendsafe for folks of every gender and partnership status! Whew! 'Cause I really want to keep reading your posts : )
For once, I'm actually gonna answer the questions you ask. But first: I challenge you to say "sloth moss" three times fast. Now, in no particular order:
I LOVE to fly! Anywhere, any time, large plane or small. Fun! If I could stick my head out the window like a dog, I would : ) Whenever a RT fare LT $100 is advertised, I think "I'm gonna go there–just because." And I would–if I had any money whatsoever.
Honeymoon disasters? (You mean, other than going on one with the man I married?) Other than trying to hand-feed a coyote? Other than finding out what lupus hip arthritis means when you're sleeping on a corrugated bed of a pickup truck for two weeks of truck camping? Nah.
Butchered a foreign language? Never. My one and only trip to Spain, at age 17, I was impressively fluent at telling the maid to please leave the room alone–i.e. not to clean it that day. Impressively using the wrong verb for "to leave", basically ordering her emphatically to "Get out!".
I just attempted sloth moss three times in a row. In public. With headphones on, which made me all the louder.
And of cooooourse we can still be friends, pssshhhh. I am antisocial and a hermit which means I am the best sort of internet friend to all types 😉
And oh man your honeymoon! Sleeping in a truck bed and hand feeding a coyote?! Actually. Parts of that are weirdly appealing, but I am sick in the head.
You are back!
🙂 🙂 🙂
So? And where’s the new post? We all expected you to spend the entire time doin’ it #####-style so that you could type at the same time. (Oh, no she DI’IN’T!)
😮
I did say “attempting” to place self near coyote. My then-spouse did stop me. I was valuable to him as a breeding vessel until he had propagated his species.
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I hope Costa Rica was as beautiful as everyone says and you two had a perfect time. You deserve more of those.
Post coming soon! And OH YES YOU DID.
Turtle eggs in the shoes huh? Guess you are LITERALLY going to be “walking on eggshells” LMAO. Yeah, I said it….so what. Hehe. Have an AUSSOME Honeymoon you wacky kids!!!
Hahaha niiiiiiice joke, John!
Not turtle eggs, Aussa! Seriously, NO, you can’t has turtle eggs!
But I want them! No. I NEED them.
The Great Turtle will come and will carry you off and you will be seen no more!
Hahahaha okay but that also sounds exciting…
You Will Never Have Sex Again.
Congratulations on the wedding, have fun on your honeymoon, and goo luck with the smuggling! 😉
Thank you and thank you!
First day of my honeymoon in Mexico we went horseback riding. Which is nothing like horseback riding in the states. It was more of a controlled rodeo. The next morning I had deep dark purple brusing on my…..well…..the part of your body that intimately connects with the saddle…… #Vagbruises1999!!
Nooooo! Vagbruises! NO! I rode a bike around on a wall in China (not THE wall, but another random one) and had huge bruises on my inner thighs which was terrible but not nearly as terrible as #Vagbruises1999 sounds! YOUCH.
The only disaster on our honeymoon was the Yankees losing in the 1995 wild card playoffs! Oh and putting bubble bath in the jacuzzi.
Hahaha wait, what happens if you put bubble bath in a jacuzzi? Now I am tempted.
You wind up with a lot of bubbles. Think of Mentos in diet coke.
Lol I can’t wait to see what comes true here 🙂 but I hope you don’t hurt yourself Wedded Aussa…
Wedded Aussa is mostly unscathed. Other than a bruise on my upper right arm because I started laughing while Alex and I were throwing a desk in a dumpster last night. Which caused us to drop it. On my arm.
You’re a married woman now, Aussa! Nobody at the beach but Alex is going to be looking at your assets. New life order, my friend.
Now don’t you try smuggling in any exotic bloggers’ favors. We’ll be happy just to have you back with live posts instead of this creepy scheduled stuff. Happy Honeymoon, if you happen to find a stray WiFi signal and are extremely bored between … adventures.
Thank you Mark! Managed to make it back without a Central American criminal record. For now…
Kevin and I stayed in a historic hotel in Flagstaff on our honeymoon called The Hotel Montevista. I thought it was kind of rough around the edges back then. (some blah blah blah years ago) But he booked the hotel again for our recent trip to Arizona and MY GOD, what a f*cking dump! I didn’t take my shoes off for two days. lol Happy honeymoon! Hope your digs are awesome.
Hahahaha! Oh Linda, that’s hilarious. Did it get dumpier as the years passed or did time just open your eyes to the finer things in life? I thought it was mildly hilarious the little things I found mildly uncomfortable while traveling this time when I have been in the absolute WORST conditions while backpacking haha. Is this adulthood? Ha.
Happy honey moon! And congrats on, I hope, officially getting married. Your post was as hilarious as always. I think that the things you mentioned just make life more interesting. Nothing interesting happening is just so boring!
So true– never going to get bored over here! And yep, officially married! The court even sent us an official document, which I hastily tucked into the console of my car and will rediscover next time I am desperately searching for a quarter.
Ok. good to keep track of that official document. True story: While filing for my divorce my lawyer asked when we got married. I don’t know. I’ll have to look it up. It was January 23rd. or 25th. I’m pretty sure one of those days… I still am not sure. I’d have to look it up, but since it doesn’t matter I won’t waste my time…. Not that the same fate awaits you. I was married to an inconsiderate self centered……… sorry….. You will be wonderful! 🙂
yay! you did it! congrats 🙂
I am taking a break from social media because overtriggered, but I wanted to save my place here.
Here’s a tidbit for you to respond to, and maybe I’ll be back when you do:
Our honeymoon was in Walla Walla. Yes, it is a real place. No, it is not a place traditionally considered romantic. But we enjoyed ourselves.
Just googled it and it looks quite charming! I hope you are doing well and back when you’re ready 🙂
We’ll see. cPTSD is flared pretty bad. Been on the razor’s edge (sometimes literally) for months.
My honeymoon was only three days long and took place in a cute coastal town called Brighton. We were having a second wedding and couldn’t afford both. The whole joy of Brighton is situated around being outdoor at the beach. Unfortunately our “minimoon” coincided with some American hurricane or super storm or some shit like that coming to an end, which cause the wind to whip around the British coast like Indiana Jones on crack. Needless to say it was utterly miserable and I spent the entire three days just trying to hold my dress down.
I am such a nerd/cliche but isn’t Brighton in Pride and Prejudice? And that does not sound good with the wind. Leave it to America to ruin everything!!!
It is indeed. It’s where Lydia goes to the temporary military camp.
So are you married already?! (I know- I suck…) Seriously though- finals are here so I have no life again. Anywho, a very big congrats to you and Alex! You actually did it. 🙂
How much school do you have left???? Yay it’s almost over though!!!
And yep, MARRIAGED.
Wow…unbelievable. You’re freaking married. Haa. That’s awesome! Remember, whatever you do, get his SSN tattooed on your arse because you may need that for child support later. (You’re welcome.) Seriously- I hope you guys have many great years together! (And remember to keep him as far away from your extended family as possible…heheh.) I have two finals remaining for the semester then I get the summer off. But, after that, I think I have 8 courses or so until I get my Bachelor’s. (Life just draaaaags on forever as an undergrad- I swear.) Anywho- many congratulations to you and Mr. Aussa!! 🙂
Well congrats on almost being done with the semester! And oh yes. We went and got ice cream one night and on the way back we took turns coming up with tricks to memorize each other’s socials. I wish I could share how clever we are, but then I’d be posting our ss#’s and that’s maybe not so super clever.
Haha…good point. 😉
I’m okay with flying, but it seems like every time I’m about to travel anywhere, there’s a major plane crash. Wolf Blitzer needs to keep that shit to himself when I’m headin’ out.
I like when I have already arrived wherever and THEN that airline has a crash and my return flight is already booked– then I’m like… well… what are the odds they’d have TWO?
Well, my fellow tailbone breaker (which, btw, is one of my most popular posts – which shows people LOVE other people’s pain), I am also your “international traveler but can’t remember how to get around the town I’ve lived in since I was 10 twin”. I tell my husband all the time that people have dymensia and I have directional-dymensia. I pull up to the end of the street and don’t know if where I need to go is left……..or right……….or is it left??? And then I toss a coin and go with it —– and yet I have done PERFECTLY fine on my own overseas. Must be some weird Rainman Travel Gene that will make my kids practically pointer dogs when their feet his international soil but lumps of worthless directional help when home. Good luck, kids. Blame your mom for these talents.
P.S. Can you tell I am FINALLY catching up on your posts. Been on my “to do” list for a couple weeks now!
Yay, I’m glad you’re catching up! And oh my gosh so on the honeymoon– every time we left the room, I would try to walk left. There was nothing to the left. NOTHING. But I would exit, go left, and have to turn around. Like 8 times a day. To the right: Ocean, food, entertainment. To the left: Me.
Problems. So glad you feel me.
Have a great honeymoon and stop worrying about your arse. I’m sure its fine. 🙂
Fine or not, he married it 😉
lol! You can always have a poll. 😉