living an unconventional life, one cocktail at a time

Thirteen years ago, I broke into a hotel room.

Well, sort of. Thirteen years ago today, I married my dear husband. Two years ago, I wrote a little bit about some of our favorite memories here, but there’s certainly many more. Like how we had to scale walls to get into our room that night. A little background first: I hired a wedding coordinator while I was planning our wedding. Not the kind of coordinator who plans everything for you and does all the...

Clearly, you people need advice.

I started this blog with two goals: one, to keep some sort of a diary of our lives, since I don’t have time for my formerly-favorite hobby of scrapbooking and it might be nice for our child to know something about our crazy lives (at our ages, we won’t be able to remember all the stories by the time he’s old enough to ask). And second, kind of jokingly, I thought it would be fun and possibly...

Thankful for: a giant pumpkinhead

Tonight while I was wasting time on Facebook, I suddenly started to notice all these posts about things people are thankful for, and I realized that somehow all of a sudden it’s NOVEMBER. I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know, but man, time flies. For the past several Novembers, I’ve attempted to blog daily as part of National Blog Posting Month, otherwise known as NaBloPoMo....

Baby Names.

We still don’t have a name for the little pickle. All throughout this pregnancy, Dave has made suggestions. A few of them have been good. Most of them, however, have made me stop and ask “are you serious or are you joking?” Sometimes I really can’t tell. Here are some of the names he’s suggested: Van Halen (Yes, like the band. No, I don’t know if he means “Van” for...

How I Met My Husband.

Our how-we-met story could almost be a sitcom. One night when I was in college, I was with friends at my new favorite bar. We were sitting in the front of the bar in the “comfy” chairs that sadly no longer exist, when I heard someone in our group say “Hey, there’s David Johanning.” Through my slightly intoxicated haze, I recognized that name. You see, my parents have been huge KU...

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