50mm Lens

Last night I borrowed some lenses from our friend Ann who has an old school Pentax SLR.  One of the many reasons that I chose the new camera that I did was because I'd be able to fit old Pentax lenses to it, and I thought I could probably find them for relatively cheap.

So Ann let me borrow a few lenses, and, omigod.  I don't really know much about lenses and what all of that millimeter stuff means (note to self: learn that), but the first one I tried out was the 50mm.  

Um, amazing!  Like, this lens has some sort of  magical property where it just makes everything beautiful.  Ugly stuff--beautiful.  Beautiful stuff--even more beautiful.  Me--f'ing gorgeous!  

So for the last 20 minutes or so I've just been walking around the house taking pictures of things.  I kind of wish that I could see the world through a 50mm lens at all times. (Which is kind of like seeing the world through rose-colored classes, except with blurry backgrounds and less pink.)

Award for Outstanding Performance of the Century. 

Strawberry frozen yogurt that isn't very good.  At least it's pretty. 

 Not dead.  Yet.

Well, with that I'm off to take a nap.  It'll be a quick one.  Only 4-5 hours or so.

Recycling

Almost two weeks ago, Cassie brought me this pretty bouquet of flowers (in JMU colors!). 

They lasted for a pretty long time, but then a few of them were starting to bite it.  I'm cheap, though, and managed to take that one big beautiful bouquet and turn it into three smaller ones.

They make me really happy. 

(I'm especially enamored with the sunflowers, which take me back to about 1994, when I loved anything and everything sunflowers, and wanted to do my entire room in sunflower yellow and hunter green and I even had an ankle-length spaghetti-strap dress with sunflowers on it that I wore over a little white baby tee.  Oh, the '90s. . .such a simple and hideous time.)

Two Whole Years!

Today is our second wedding anniversary. We'll probably have a low-key, sleeping in, talking, Fresh Market steak-eating, wine drinking day. It's going to be awesome. Oh, and we'll be buying Punch Out for the Wii. I will win.

I don't really feel like subjecting you to all of the reasons I love Matt and why we're so happy and blah blah. Instead, I'd like to reflect on our kick-ass wedding. I planned it for a year and a half (For those of you who are doing the math--yes, I was planning the wedding before Matt had officially proposed. I'm sure that seems obnoxious, but I had lots of planning to do, he's a procrastinator, and we had already had long discussions about when we would get married.)

Some highlights:

My mom did all of the flowers. I'm now completely obsessed with hydrangeas, and will be going out later tonight to cut blooms off of my neighbor's impressive bushes. Below is my bouquet. It also had a gardenia in it. Mmmmmmmm, gardenia. . .

We had both the ceremony and the reception at my grandma's house. It's like a fairy country wonderland.

Nobody tied up Mitch. He walked down the aisle in front of my dad and me, and during the ceremony was finding sticks and people to play fetch with him. It was awesome.

I also wanted to apologize to my bridesmaids for making them wear yellow. I'm not sure if this is better or worse, but if I could do it all again, I'd have them in hot pink.

My old roommate from college, Becky, got ordained online so that she could perform the ceremony. She now insists that we refer to her as Reverend.

See, we love each other.

My dad did all of the food, which was especially impressive because we had 180 people, and the food was delicious.

My dad also rented a cotton candy machine. Badass.

Our wedding served as a bit of a JMU reunion. We shared a special moment when the DJ played "Country Roads," and we all pretended we were back in college.

Chloe caught the bouquet.

And what's a wedding if it doesn't end with a heated game of flip cup?

And as great as the wedding was, being married is even better.