The Best of 2011-ish

Madison

I hesitated to consider this as part of the "Best of 2011-ish". No, I'm not referring to Madison itself when I talk about my reluctancy. Madison is a great city; I just hate the reason why we went to Madison. We went to protest our governor and certain members of the state legislature making a horrible decision, the decision to try to use public employees as a scapegoat and to try to offset years' worth of financial mismanagement on the backs of public employees. Compound that decision with a proposed budget that would cut critical programs and people got pretty riled up. Angry, in fact. Turning that anger into empowerment, thousands of people took to the Capitol to be heard. Politicking, however, trumps democracy. Some pretty bad legislation was passed, programs were cut, and scores of people are disenfranchised; however, the spirit of what made Wisconsin the great state it is refuses to fizzle. Oh, and the fact that over a million signatures (to this date, they need to be verified) have been collected to recall our dear governor. Therefore, my travels to Madison made the ranks of the "Best-ish of 2011".

I Wanna Be a Cowgirl, Baby

Themes are a very important part of a bachelor or bachelorette party. For my best friend, we celebrated the coming of her special day cowgirl style!

Sommerhalder-Meyer Wedding

When I was six, I wanted nothing more than to be a ballerina. Or a real life princess. Seeing that it was a tad more feasible for my parents to get me to ballet lessons than to try to establish royal blood, I decided it was okay to commit myself to being a ballerina. After all, I was only six. I had time to become a princess. During my first ballet lesson, I was introduced to a bevy of tutu-clad ballerina-wannabes. That was my first introduction to Megan. Little did I know that our first unofficial encounter would lead to a lifelong friendship.

While almost every little girl wants to be a princess at some point, mostly thanks to the world of Disney falsely convincing all of us that it's possible, most of us get our chance...even if it's just for a day. June 11, 2011 was Megan's day.

My First Muslim Wedding

I first met Fouda when I agreed to mentor an Egyptian student who would be studying at the Fox Valley Technical College campus in Appleton, Wisconsin. Fouda, who had no family here, certainly had no problems making friends with his fellowstudents, and he was quickly "adopted" by my family as a fellow family member. Almost two years after meeting Fouda, I was happy to see him marry a beautiful woman named Kaylah.

All Dressed Up and Everywhere to Go!

As mentioned before, themes are VERY important for bachelorette parties. Heather's bachelorette party was certainly no exception, nor was it to be "average". Heather's bachelorette party entailed a night of of fully-painted, winged fairies tearing up Chicago.

Lichtfuss-Stinson Wedding

Chalk it up to destiny. That's probably the best way I can describe how I met Heather and Paul. Aaron and Heather first met when Aaron was working his first summer at Outdoor Outlet in Appleton. Shopping with a friend, Heather was looking for bike jerseys, which Aaron was more than happy to help with. After helping Heather and Trish for a while, they got on the topic of how Aaron and I had recently moved back to Wisconsin and that I was looking for girls to ride with. Long story short, I rode with Heather one day and we became fast friends. Not only did Heather and I become fast friends, we eventually met Paul and many of their other friends. Almost three years to the date of our first bike ride, I was happy to be part of this beautiful wedding party.

Boise-Bound

"Idaho? What's in Idaho?" I was asked this question quite a few times when I would excitedly tell folks of my pending travel plans to go to Boise. "A friend's wedding. I've never been to Boise and I think it'll be fun." Yes, a generic response, but I really had nothing to go off of. I had never been to Boise and I really didn't know what to expect. Yes, a friend from grad school was getting married, which also meant that I would get to see friends who I have not seen in a long time.

As it turns out, Boise was spectacular! A historic downtown offset by a beautiful mountain vista. Endless hiking options. Amazing food. Ice cream shaped like a potato. Really, what isn't there to like about Boise?

Wedding in Idaho

Liz is a nature girl. That's why her decision to have a purely outdoor wedding, including reception, was not surprise to me. From a wedding cake topped with a bird's nest to local honey as a party-favor, Liz's and Aaron's wedding was a perfect reflection of who they are as both individuals and as a couple.

Quick Trip to Minnesota

While I'm sure there's more to say about our trip to visit Aaron's brother Michael in Minnesota, I'm goingto leave it at this: I learned to wakeboard!

White-Sprague Wedding

(Note: I have pictures from our trip to Lake Geneva, but my duties as wife of the best man prevented me from taking pictures of the actual wedding. I will do my best to find said pictures of Lake Geneva so I have some way to show this beautiful city. With that said, it would be almost taboo for me to miss one of Aaron's and my best friend's wedding as a "Best of 2011-ish" just because I'm not responsible enough to keep track of all of my pictures!)

Ortiz-Rucci Wedding

Adam and I first met my freshman year of high school. Our first encounter reminded me of a scene out of Napoleon Dynamite. Sitting behind this black-haired junior, I couldn't help but notice that he was more preoccupied drawing an imaginary creature than listening to our math teacher. He turned around and introduced me to his version of what Napoleon Dynamite would call a liger. While I cannot remember his name for his hybrid creature, I do remember this being the conversation that sparked our friendship.

As with every friendship, there are major milestones that you reach and celebrate. One such occasion was celebrating Adam's and Carmen's wedding in November of 2011.

Mountain Biking on New Year's Eve Day

2011 left us with unseasonable weather. So unseasonable that Aaron and I were able to actually go mountain biking. Normally this time of year, we're on our skis, not our bikes. Thus, my first time mountain biking in the winter. That's noteworthy for me :)

The Need to Stop Slacking

It's taken me 30 years, but I think I'm finally starting to learn my lesson. Putting things off only means that it will usually take twice as long to do a task if your procrastinate than if you would have done it right away. While at work, I'm usually prompt, responsive, and get things done, I'm not quite that way in my personal life. I tend to let mail pile, dishes set, and leave written cards unmailed. What this means, in addition to my mail not going out in a timely fashion, is a frustrated night spent cleaning crusted food off dishes and determining which mail is relevant and which can get shredded. The same applies to this blog

When I first started this blog, I did so to keep family and friends informed of our honeymoon (sans salacious details, of course). Once I got into the blogging habit, I thought this was surely something to stay. Wrong! Life gets in the way, I was uninspired to blog, I didn't have exciting trips to write about, and the excuses continued. Then I realized that I haven't been living in a cave since our honeymoon and that I, in fact, had plenty of exciting adventures to write about. However, summing up a year-and-a-half's worth of travels, excursions and excitement would take quite some time. Yet, I don't want them to go unblogged. That said, I'll do the best I can to honor the past 18 months by my "Best of 2011-ish" blog.

Guster

I would be remiss not to mention an important part of Aaron's and my life together--Guster.

Last spring, when Aaron walked in with a 40 pound wriggly black lab/golden retriever mix, I wish I could say I was immediately in love. While I adored his big, black floppy ears, his huge eyes, and his wet snout, I was hesitant to say the least. Call it timing, perhaps. The exact same day I was introduced to the dog that we would later name Guster, I had resigned myself to the fact that we would never be dog owners. To affirm that fact, and to make it okay in my head, I had even gone so far to declare to a woman that I was meeting for lunch that our lifestyle was just not conducive for a puppy. After all, it's a huge responsibility. HUGE. Aaron and I are get-up-and-go sort of people. We fly by the seats of our pants. That just simply doesn't work if you have a dog. Timing as it was, my affirmation was contradicted and our lives as we knew them were forever changed when Guster literally wriggled his way into our front door and, eventually, our hearts.

I only say eventually because he kept us on our toes as we had to learn just how our house wasn't puppy-proofed. With Gus, there was no way to properly prepare our house because we never knew what we was going to get into. So, he let us know, usually in the form of a chewed up, wet, slobbery item that, post-Gus encounter, was only useful in our trash can. Then there was his habit of making our yard extra big by Gus trying to annex our neighbors' yards. Okay, so neither problem is completely abated, but improvement has been made. Now, nearly a year later, we've learned to cope with (and, if needed, correct) the subtleties and oddities that make Gus the little dude that he is.