Teleworking, Apartment Hunting and Other General Nonsense

This week for MB has been awesome.  He started his new job, got lots of high fives from yours truly and generally rocked at life.

Meanwhile I sat around in bizarre outfits (leggings.  I BOUGHT A PAIR OF LEGGINGS!) working close to 12 hours a day with unwashed hair, my blackberry glued to my thumbs and every trashy rerun of reality TV blaring.

Telelworking is tough.

On Loosing Your Sibling

Before we were married, Mrs. C wrote elegantly over at Bride and Blog about her sister’s reaction {and Mrs. C’s subsequent reaction to a friend’s pregnancy} to a huge life altering change in a close relationship caused by marriage.

I was the first to get married in my close circle of friends. Because I have great friends, I rarely had to worry about comments from them about needing to spend more time with them or us moving in different directions – but I assume those conversations were had behind my back. Not in mean spirit but as an honest reaction to me moving on with my life and getting married and “leaving” my friends behind. I know my sister, for one, had this reaction to my marriage. …she’s crying so hard at the rehearsal that she can’t make it down the aisle. Dad and I are off to the right laughing so hard that we start crying. “I’m losing my sister!” is all she kept saying. source

Ohhh K. I’ve been thinking a lot about this post and what it means to me, as my brother is getting married six months from  yesterday.

Me, My Husband and the Incurable Disease

Our wedding weekend was spectacular.  Seriously.  The weather could not have been more agreeable, we could not be more in love, and we could not have asked for more ebullient friends and family members to be surrounding us on our most special day.  But there was also something with us that put a minor damper on things, as usual.  MB’s incurable disease.