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Things to Come...

To avoid becoming a newlywed cliché, I’ve decided to hit the gym a little harder than I have been as of late.  I used to go in the mornings all the time, but when The Candyman moved in with me, I started going in the evenings because we like being lazy together in the a.m. It’s just nice to snuggle up and hit snooze a bazillion times and have coffee with my guy. However, I’ve been lazy in the evenings too – just so tired and stressed from the day that I can barely drag myself home to make dinner, much less work out!

So I’ve decided that I need to start going back in the mornings. Not every morning, but I have got to get back into some sort of routine. My life may turn upside-down when we move to North Carolina.

There’s a woman I used to see there most mornings. Her name is Beth and I totally blame her for anything and everything related to this blog. It’s true. I remember getting ready with her in the locker room when she was planning her wedding. I asked very few questions because, well – I didn’t care. Not that I didn‘t think her getting married was fabulous or that I wasn’t happy for her, I just didn’t care about weddings. Remember, this current obsession is relatively new.

So about a year after her wedding, The Candyman and I got engaged and I was lost. So lost. I was freaking out, struggling and depending on The Martha and The Knot. Not good. I was starting to look at photographers and again, was freaking out. I ran into Beth one evening at the YMCA, a rarity for her. I basically accosted her and demanded to know everything she could tell me about her wedding and who she used – all while she’s puffing her way through a workout on the elliptical. Poor girl was just trying to get her workout on and she ends up with a crazy bride all neurotic in her face.

She tells me who some of her vendors were and she mentions that she was featured on Ashley’s Bride Guide. And I’m all, “What’s that?” And she’s all, “You haven’t heard of ABG? What about Snippet and Ink? What about Style Me Pretty? You need to get on-line!” And I’m thinking to myself, “What the hell is this lady talking about, that’s ALL I’m doing these days, is trying to find stuff on-line!” I was just looking in ALL the wrong places.

It can happen when you’re an idiot bride like I was.

If you need someone to blame for all this, you can blame Beth.

So I see Beth and totally accuse her for my blogging craziness and I find out SHE’S got a blog too! And really, who doesn’t these days, right? It’s a foodie blog, so go check out Eat. Drink. Smile. And update yourself on the local eateries as well as Beth’s travel foodie love.

So now that we know who to blame (because it certainly can’t be me), I figured I’d make today’s post as a more personal update. There are several uber-cool things coming up this week (sneak peak below) but I keep getting questions about things to come and I’m getting tired of explaining it over and over again so I’ll just share the whole shebang here:

  • Most of you know that the day-job will be kaput at the end of October. That is still the case.
  • We have sold our house and will be closing on September 3rd.
  • The Candyman will be going to Charlotte, North Carolina, to start a law firm with a few other lawyers. He’ll be leaving as soon as we finish loading up the trailer with all our stuff.
  • I’ll be staying in Nashville, living with a friend until the end of October and then I’ll join The Candyman in Charlotte.
  • All our stuff will be in storage until we find a place to live!
  • Packing sucks.
  • I will be looking for employment in the Charlotte area (Anyone need an excellent home décor product development manager? I just happen to know someone…..).
  • The blog will continue. It might even take the lead for a while as a response to the question, “So, what do you do for a living?”
  • TruLu Couture will continue, only better. Promise. More time = better stuff.
  • I’ll continue to share the Nashville love. I’ll just extend that love to Charlotte folks too. You know they want some.
  • Yes, it’s all very scary. I’m terrified. The Candyman is terrified. But we’re also giddy with excitement.
  • The way that karma and fate have been working in what seems to be our favor, it’s kinda hard NOT to take the reins and create the life we want versus letting life happen to us.
  • Did I mention that packing sucks?  No, really. Like it totally blows.

So that’s the gist of all that’s happening with The Thirty-Something Bride. It’s crazy, but fun. There are also some highly annoying issues that I’d like to point out:

  • I really wish that the new owner had waited to forward her mail. HEY LADY, you don’t own it YET! I make no promises as to keeping track of your mail, as well as my own.
  • You cannot forward mail FROM a PO Box TO somewhere. Did you know that? I didn’t. This makes a temporary living situation a real fucking pain in the ass regarding mail. Please don’t send me anything if you don’t freakin’ have to.
  • When in the hell did I accumulate so many “services” that require canceling?
  • Since when did CARDBOARD become so expensive? Dude, you want to charge me $4.96 for a BOX? What a fucking racket. I know what business I need to be in. The box business.
  • And when did I get all this STUFF? No, seriously. When did this happen? And why do I have such a freakish attachment to it? Do I really need to keep the running shoes I ran my first marathon in? YES! YES, I DO! And the tin foil blanket thingy they give you afterwards? And the newspaper that lists where I placed? And the empty champagne bottle I chugged with my parents and cousin afterwards? YES! YES, I DO! Now, take every significant life experience and multiply that by stuff and you have a shitload of stuff.
  • HEY NEIGHBORS! Yeah, you. You know, you total douche bags who have been parking in front of our house for like, I don’t know, 2 or 3 years now? Yes, YOU. You, who refused to park in your own driveway? Next weekend you’d better move your damn car or we’ll have the truck driver just go all Monster Truck on your POS Honda with your handicap sticker. And it’s totally clear that you are not, in fact, handicapped. Unless you are retarded, and this could very well be the case.
  • And since when does bending over to put things in a box tun me into an an old effin' lady? Seriously. I'm not even lifting anything. That job belongs to The Candyman. However, I've got a pinched sciatica that hurts like a bitch. God, I hate packing. Have I mentioned that yet?

Whew, OK. Now that’s out of my system, here’s a little taste of things to come this week:


 This is a picture (by Jonathon Campbell, natch) of a painting of thistle. It will all makes sense tomorrow, I promise. And you'll need to participate in this one. So make sure you check things out on Tuesday. There are all sorts of people involved and it's for an amazing cause and oh, I just can't WAIT to post! Oh, this has something to do with that field trip I took. Remember?

And later in the week....

Get ready to have your ass kicked by the most AH-mazing Unfake Wedding I think I've ever come across. For reals.

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Reader Comments (9)

i just have to tell you... we went to charlotte for my best friend's bachelorette a little more than a month ago and were SO IMPRESSED with the city!!! so clean and you can walk to everything downtown and lots of fun things to see and do--fun eateries too so no chain restaurants!!! you'll do so well in charlotte, but i have to admit, i will miss the nashville musings A LOT!

August 23, 2010 | Unregistered Commenternatasha

Packing IS a total bitch. And moving is the biggest friggin' racket ever, the last time I moved I think I paid close to $800 to move my ONE BR CONDO like 10 miles up the road. They charged me like $200 for TAPE and BOXES! A$$munches! Sorry, moving brings back painful memories... I've decided when and if I ever move again I'm only taking my clothes, jewelry, hair care products, and shoes...screw the rest.

I am so thrilled for you and the amazing adventure I'm sure you and Candyman are going to have in CLT.
Oh, and give my thanks to Beth for your becoming one of my fave blogs!

August 23, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterKaren

Oh ... we just heart you so much! This post is hilarious for so many reasons...
As many folks on our staff are true nomads -- we can totally, totally relate to the insanity of moving... but we agree that we haven't quite heard it all summed up so eloquently before ... :)

Good luck with the transition!

August 23, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMK

I laughed several times reading this, not because your pain is funny, but because it's all so true. Packing is a pain in the ass, regardless of how much stuff one has. I can't wait to see what Charlotte has in store for you! And that painting, LOVE. Excited to see what it's all about.

August 23, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLittle Spoon

I will take full responsibility for creating a blogging monster, because you are awesome! I wasted a good 45 minutes (okay, maybe 50...60...just don't tell my boss!) today reading through some of your old posts. You made me laugh and brought back so many memories. I too was a "thirty-something" bride, and didn't want to do anything the way I was "supposed" to do it. I love that you just tell it like it is! Good luck and best wishes on your new journey :-)

August 23, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterBeth

Good luck with the move my dear! Craigslist may be a good place to hit up for cardboard boxes (so I've heard, this is why my parents keep a ton of boxes).

August 23, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterChic 'n Cheap Living

My favorite place for boxes: the liquor store. The great majority of the boxes I've moved my belongings in have been wine and liqour boxes (we're talking Yellow Tail and Johnny Walker, here). The boxes are sturdy, double-lined on the bottom (hello, booze and glass bottles are heavy!), and colorful. They're a great size-- filled with books, they're not too heavy to lift (oof!), and you can stack them till the cows come home. Best part: they're free. Most liquor stores have boxes that they're DYING to get rid of. Go in, ask if they have boxes for free (or if there's a good day to come in, maybe when they get deliveries), and load up your car.

Sometimes you need larger or smaller boxes or specific shapes/sizes, and those you gotta buy. But for 90% of my stuff?? Liquor store ahoy.

Packing sucks balls, Louise, don't I know it. Hell, the last time I moved, all my clothes went in trash bags (squishy!). Whatever works. :D

August 24, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterSarah K.

You're MOVING? To CHARLOTTE? OMG. I totally love that place. Do yourself a favor and check out this little store called Salutations the moment you arrive. Then buy yourself one of their fab pieces of stationery and write me a thank you for sending you there. Kidding. Seriously though, big congrats on the next chapter, and blogettes like myself are depending on you to keep up the T30SB action!!!

August 24, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLillian

@LIllian - I will for sure go there! And I wouldn't be doing this without big ol' supporters like you!!!

August 24, 2010 | Registered CommenterLouise

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