wedding flowers

it's a wedding post! huzzah!

even though I haven't written since October, and even though we got married a whole six (edit: eight) months ago, I still wanted to get some things down about the wedding. it seems a little late, but if anything, it will be fun to remember. I hope you don't mind if I take a few posts to do it. and I'd like to actually let you know what vendors I used for different things (photos, flowers, etc.) and tell you about my experience with them, in case there are any pre-engaged or wedding planners out there reading who are interested :)

today's post is on flowers!

all of my favorites are spring flowers - peonies, sweetpeas, ranunculus, tulips

and we were getting married at the end of the summer, in Utah.  so much for those.

our solution was to use large light pink English garden roses instead of peonies.  my bouquet was made up of the English garden roses with fuchsia stock, sweet william, mini garden roses, and greenery.  I just got a bunch of carnations in my colors from Costco for my throwing bouquet and tied it up with a lovely ribbon.

bridesmaids' bouquets were simple bunches of light pink hydrangeas.  

we used small sprigs of roses, stock, and sweet william for the corsages and boutonnieres.  there were mothers' corsages and fathers' boutonnieres, as well as pin-on corsages for non-bridesmaid family ladies and smaller boutonnieres for family men. we didn't get a lot of shots of these, but here's one where you can see Andy's boutonniere.

there were two kinds of table centerpieces  - some had 3 different sized vases with large dahlias and others had round bowls of light pink hydrangeas.  the dessert table had dahlias along it and the sign in/presents table had a larger bunch of hydrangeas.

our florist was Calie Williams from Calie Rose Floral based in Orem, Utah.  she did a really great job sitting down with us to get a feel for our ideas, colors, vases - everything that mattered :)  the flowers were very lovely and Calie was wonderful to work with.  I recommend her to any and all - they even deliver, so if you were getting married further north or south in Utah Valley, or even Salt Lake Valley, I would say her prices were competitive enough to warrant using her and having them delivered.

the bouquet is dried and still intact - it's sitting in its vase on my dresser :)

work

haha! fooled you. this is not a wedding post. but it's coming, I promise.

I just spent the afternoon on my computer and it kind of drives me crazy. let's see, I looked at Emma Watson's short hair and pondered shorter hair, or purple hair. I researched rain boots and snow boots and did some big-time research on down jackets and waterproof shells, since I will definitely be needing a real winter coat this year. I updated my REI member info. checked email. but seriously - that's it!

some computer things are whims. most of the computer things I do, that take up time anyway, are things that actually need to be done - researching products that we need to get (like vacuums, looking for furniture on ksl, etc. etc.), changing names and addresses in accounts (STILL), repair info for the e-reader, customer support with verizon, car insurance quotes, and so it goes on and on and on. they're important things and Andy is all kinds of grateful that I take care of these kinds of things.

but still ... four and half hours sitting on my couch. I got up to do my hair cause we're going to my freshman reunion tonight and when I walked back into the living room, there's this glorious window with beautiful trees and fall sunshine and fresh air on the other side. and then I remember, like I do every day, that I would much rather have spent the last four hours outside.

I think I put myself to work everyday (to varying degrees, which usually involves ignoring the dishes. I think we both hate the dishes.) and it is important to get things done, but for goodness sake, they'll get done. if it's important, I know I'll take care of it. and if they're not important, and it doesn't get done, then who cares? it's not important.

I'm going to plan out my empty days (which are few-ish anyway) with things that feel like luxuries, like indulgences, like taking the day off of work. I'm going to do the campus tree tour, I'm going to wander with my camera, go spice shopping at winco, bake yummy things and eat them!, play music outside and write more more more things like poems and stories and observations. I'm going to fix my purple skirt and put those boxes of books on the bookshelf and make a yoga bolster and do my Charley Harper puzzle and maybe do those dishes. and hey, maybe half of those things are things that "need to be done" anyway, but it doesn't matter.

the nyquil adventure

try as I might, this has turned into one of those things I feel vaguely guilty about, so I avoid it. kind of like when I go to write in my journal after a writing drought and realize there are so many things I haven't talked about that are important to me, that I want to have written down, but getting it all down is a little tedious.

I've been sick the last couple of days with a nasty sore throat, some aches and pains, and fatigue. stopped off at target last night and picked up a humidifier, vicks vaporub, and nyquil (which I had never had before). we had to show ID to buy the nyquil, which surprised me a little. we get home and andy's opening the humidifier and I'm opening the nyquil and I say, "do people try to get high off of nyquil??" cause the package said something about parents knowing what teenagers are up to. and he says "yes ... there's alcohol in it." then I was reading the medical warnings bit on the side and say "it can cause liver damage??" and he says "yes ... there's alcohol in it." haha I really don't know a thing about nyquil, except that it makes you sleepy sleepy. but seriously - how many freaking nyquils would you have to take to get high? (the internet tells me only six.) I took them (only 2), I slept pretty soundly until 11, and Andy did too. he's probably trying to fight off whatever it is I have and have surely already given him.

I've been doing a lot of reading lately, which is lovely. I recently finished a book of Scottish short stories that I picked up in, surprise, Scotland. Still working on the Discovery of France. Started and finished the Wisdom of Crowds. Andy's working on my Kazuo Ishiguro book right now, so I'm reading Gilead by Marilynne Robinson that Andy's mom picked up for us at the library event - she's coming to speak there, soon, if not already. It's written as an old, rural pastor's journal, or letter, to his very young son, since the man is likely to die soon from a heart condition. Here are some of the quotes that I've liked, that struck me this afternoon while I read on the couch and let my fingernails dry.

"Now, your mother never talks about herself, really, and she never admits to having felt any sort of grief in her life at all. That's her courage, her pride, and I know you will be respectful of it, and remember at the same time that a very, very great gentleness is called for, a great kindness. Because no one ever has that sort of courage who hasn't needed it."

"Not deciding is really one of the two choices that are available to me, so decision must be allowed its moment, too. That is, as behavior, not deciding to act would be identical with deciding not to act."

"He treats words as if they were actions. He doesn't listen to the meaning of words, the way other people do. He just decides whether they are hostile, and how hostile they are. He decides whether they threaten him or injure him, and he reacts at that level. If he reads chastisement into anything you say, it's as if you had taken a shot at him. As if you had nicked his ear."

"There's a pattern in these Commandments of setting things apart so that their holiness can be perceived. Every day is holy, but the Sabbath is set apart so that the holiness of time can be experienced. Every human being is worthy of honor, but the conscious discipline of honor is learned from this setting apart of the mother and father, who usually labor and are heavy-laden, and may be cranky or stingy or ignorant or over-bearing. Believe me, I know this can be a hard Commandment to keep. But I believe also that the rewards of obedience are great, because at the root of real honor is always the sense of the sacredness of the person who is its object."

next post is about the wedding, probably the first of several. get excited :)

new video!

wrote this about six months ago, but just got it roughly recorded

it's still untitled

Untitled from tina verbena on Vimeo.

mrs

oh hey, remember that time when I was alive and the internets knew about it?

...

naw, I don't remember either.

but hey, guess what, internets?

I gots married!!!

sorry, now I'm just teasing you.

here are our happily wedded faces:

ta da!

wabbits?

I was talking to my dad on the phone the other day.

when I told him that the one thing I want

more than a dog

is a bunny,

he said:

"You don't know very much about bunnies, do you?"

fact: bunnies need high-quality greens.

being cheap and feeding it iceberg lettuce

will give your bunny the runs.

fact: this giant bunny is legit.

17 pounds, 3 feet

FOR REAL

lunch fiasco

today at lunch, I got a bit of a late start eating. I usually meet up with Andy for lunch, but he had a work lunch thing-y. I noodled about on the internet for a bit, then went out to my car to try and call the bureaucracy about my healthcare. I made a misstep on the electronic voice answering on the call and got stuck in a robot-repetitive loop that just kept repeating the same question. so I hung up and called again. eventually got to a person, who told me that I had to call a different number, which I wrote down and didn't call because my lunch hour was already half-way over.

I was on my way down Hollis when I spied the Doc's Buns truck chilling at the lunch truck spot by Novartis. I had previously assumed this lunch truck sold hotdogs, since, well, it's called doc's buns and it has a picture of a dog on it, and the truck is a lovely burnt-red hotdog color. I decide to loop around and try it, since I'm short on time and Andy never wants to try the hotdog truck. I walk up to look at the menu and nary a hotdog in sight - but there's a bag lunch deal for a yummy sounding burger with fries and a drink, so I step right up and order the classic burger (no tomato) like a pro. and the food fiasco begins.

the guy in line in front of me had just ordered the last burger. well, since the menu was sparse, I got a little sassy when I asked what else they had. they had a black bean burger (?) or a chicken salad sandwich. I ordered the chicken salad sandwich to substitute into the bag lunch deal. cashier girl consults with sandwich prep girl. no can do - the sandwich is pricier than the burger, so I dish out 12.50 for a sandwich I don't really even want, but lunch hour is ticking away and I don't have a lot of options. (p.s. my chicken salad was the last one. it wasn't even 12.45 - how do they profess to serve lunch when they only have black bean burgers left before one o'clock??) I get the food, I grab some of the homemade ketchup, get in my car and book it back to the office.

I only have about ten minutes to eat, so I get scarfing as soon as I'm back at my desk. the sandwich is full of giant pecans and giant green grapes. there's hardly any chicken to it, comparatively. the pecans were alright. I do not like green grapes. I particularly do not like giant green grapes. the sandwich was on some yummy bread, but little bread, that didn't hardly contain itself - the entire contents flew out of it onto my desk. I picked out what chicken and celery I could find and ate the bread. I put the other half in the fridge because I'd already had to wipe my desk three times and my fingers four.

lunch was nearing its end, so I dumped the fries into a bowl to snack on while I went back to work. the fries were yummy! but just about all of them were no bigger than half an inch. I remembered seeing sandwich prep girl scraping at the pan for the last fries of the batch. at least they tasted good - well spiced, and the homemade ketchup was actually good, too. I've spent fifteen minutes eating out the biggest fries I can find when I accidentally nudged the ketchup, whose little plastic cup flew nimbly and landed upside down on the carpet, bounced, and came to rest under my desk. there were ketchup splats in a two-foot radius, on carpet, cubicle walls, boxes, and cabinets.

that's when I decided I'd better hurry up and finish this martinelli's before I dump it all over my keyboard.

verdict: Doc's Buns - yummy. would like to try the classic cheeseburger, which actually looked delicious as I watched them cook it up for the guy in front of me. I'll just say I caught them (and they caught me) on an off day.