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the good, the bad, the awkward

Week one is drawing to a close and I'm exhausted. Work's gala was this week (last night specifically) so I've literally had only one thought this entire week: GALA. The theme was Prom: the Retro Romance. Turns out there is a good reason to hang on to your prom dress- you never know when you're going to need to wear it for a work event.
Gillian and I did not coordinate our outfits on purpose


For me, it was amazing that I was even able to fit into my prom dress again. By the end of the night I remembered why I regretted the dress choice. You can't see it well in the above picture, but the dress is covered in seed beads. It isn't as heavy as I remember, but it was just as scratchy. We got home and Jack told me that he could see where the beads had left an imprint on my back from sitting in the car seat. But anyway- woohoo! ten years later (oh my goodness), I still own it and had a second wear of it. That seems almost as rare as re-wearing a bridesmaid dress.

The event seemed to go well- Jack had the bid stickers so we ended up with a giant oil painting, some make-up, and a year's worth of mani/pedis (I'm most excited about the last one). I'm utterly exhausted and ready to move into a slightly slower work pace.

Regarding THE LIST: 
  • Reading a Psalm everyday has not become a habit yet, but I'm working on it. I've at least read 8 Psalms.
  • I've added "crocheting a scarf for Jack and for me" to the list
  • Hiking will be added to the list, per Javi's suggestion; I'm hoping I'll figure out where soon. I think maybe a full day hike in Colorado this summer. There are a lot of great mountains I haven't seen yet.
  • I REGISTERED FOR A HALF-MARATHON!!! March 22 in Waco I'll be able to scratch that off.
  • It's been a challenge to take three pictures not on my iPhone, but I submit the following from Mikey & Lauren's Super Bowl party:
Lauren is caught off guard
Patrick and Gillian cheering on the Broncos, like Sisyphus
Mikey making cobbler (blackberry!)
Go football?


So that was the GOOD



I didn't get as much accomplished this week as far as non-work anything goes. I did manage to injure myself cleaning up the gala today.


But look at my pretty nail polish


So that was THE BAD


And as alluded to by the title... THE AWKWARD


It's Jack's prom tux and my prom dress. I promised my mom I would take a picture of us all dressed up. I should have done it earlier in the night, but midnight worked just as well. We took a legit, cute, normal picture. Then Gillian asked if we wanted one of the awkward, posed prom pictures. Since Jack never took one we had to explain that at school dances you inevitably take a posed picture with the guy hugging the girl and resting his hand just above her hips with her hands on his. It always looks awkward. So we took one, awkward faces included.

Maybe that means I've crossed something off my life bucket list- I went to prom with someone I genuinely wanted to go to prom with. I honestly can't think of anyone else I'd rather be taking an awkward prom picture with than him (BBC actors aside, who would probably look beautiful and not-awkward at all and spoil the picture). Love that this picture pretty much encapsulates our relationship.

Love him, love that we have this picture



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