Wedding Weekend 2008! (Long, Pictures)

The Wedding Weekend officially started Friday morning, when I got up to get my hair done at Eshe Day Spa & Salon. Here’s my new hairstyle!

New Hairdo

Ivy got into town Friday afternoon. Here we are, being cute.

Ivy and Me!

Saturday night, Aidan, Ivy, and I met Kelly and Garth at their hotel, then we all went up to Jen K’s place to eat and hang out. Here we are, waiting at the bus stop. The #65 bus takes FOREVER to show up, so we had to find ways to amuse ourselves.

Ivy! It's Me! Silly Aidan Strike a Pose

After dinner at a great cafe (where I had a waffle with strawberries and whipped cream and bacon!), we headed back to Jen’s to hang out. It was a bachelorette party, of sorts, but not really. Aidan wore a tiara, though.

Aidan

Woke up early Sunday morning. It was my wedding day! :) So of course, I had to play “Happy Wedding Day” by The Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby. I think it set the tone for an awesome day. Adam had gotten donuts, and I took a nice, long bath. Kelly and Garth showed up while Aidan was in the bath, and then Chris showed up with the beautiful bouquet that he’d made for me, and daisies for the girls and moms and grandmas. Pretty soon, the Weird Chicago bus showed up! And off we went.

Adam and me on the Weird Chicago bus. We’re going to get married!

Before the Ceremony

When we showed up, it was like the paparazzi. It was a bit crazy! All the camera snapping at me. I loved every moment of it!

Ceremony Ronni & Jen
Ronni & Ivy Getting Ready Blowing Bubbles The Bride Cassidy!

We all walked to the beach for the ceremony. There were people looking surprised sitting on benches, and one random biker said “Congratulations or whatever.” HA.

The beach was very pretty. There was a Song of Solomon verse on the block we jumped from. Dragonflies swarmed all around, and waves lapped the shore. The sand was hot, but I quickly got used to it.

Ceremony Playing in the Sand On the Beach
Ceremony Pretty Ivy Aidan and Sharon
Bridesmaid Cassidy Ceremony Dork Bride

Newlyweds!
Ceremony

After the ceremony and lots of pictures, a bunch of us hopped back on the Weird Chicago bus and headed to Eleven City Diner to get some eats. Good times ensued. A vase flew off the bus and scared some people standing on the street. We simply yelled “Ooompa!” or whatever it is that Greek people yell in celebration. :) (Hmm, I kind of have the urge to watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding right now!) Aidan wasn’t too happy with all the noise. He was tired and trying to sleep.

Sleepy Aidan and Bride

Poor little guy. He had been up late the night before and had gotten up a lot earlier than normal, he was afraid of the dragonflies, and the sand was hot on his feet. Oh well, he cheered up once we got to the diner. The food at Eleven City was amazing as always (I had corned beef on rye and a pickle, mmm!), and after that, we came home and hung out a bit with friends and family before Adam and I took off for downtown. We rode in a horse drawn carriage along Lake Shore Drive, and checked into the Allerton for the night. ♥

I’m very happy. :)

As more and more pictures trickle in, I will make posts featuring some of my favorites. In addition, you can go here to see some of the pictures Jen H. took, or here to see pictures from my camera and other people who have shared their pix with me so far. :)

YAY Adam just came home with My Big Fat Greek Wedding. We’re gonna totally watch it! Woohoo!

‘Til next time!

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)

Wedding Stuff & Honeymoon Registry (Picture)

Today, Adam and I went and got our marriage license. It was surprisingly hassle-free. There was no line, and we didn’t have to swear we weren’t drunk or there against our will. He did ask if we were related, though. Because we TOTALLY look it.

Adam & Me

Bwah.

So, the details consist of this:

Ronni & Adam’s “Elopement”
Date: July 27, 2008
Time: 10:30am
Location: Edgewater Beach (rain or shine!)

If you want a ride, Adam’s planning something with the Weird Chicago bus. Will probably meet at the Rock & Roll McDonald’s at 10am or so and head down from there. I’ll get clearer details on that soon.

Afterward, us newlyweds are heading to a cafe or some such to eat (probably one of the Nookies). If you want to tag along, feel free. :)

In the meantime, I need to do the following:
– get a new dress
– get new flip-flops
– get a new outfit for Aidan
– get a new outfit for Adam
– get a wedding band for Adam

I suppose I am allowed to treat myself to a mani/pedi (well, at least a pedi) for this, huh? :) (I already know how I want to wear my hair.)

Ivy’s and Kelly’s flights are booked, Adam’s parents and sister are all confirmed. Still need to call my parents. Anyone else coming? Let me know in the comments or through e-mail.

Also, FYI, the Disney honeymoon registry is up. Disney’s site isn’t the most stable, so if it errs, try it again. Anyway, here’s the url:

Disney Honeymoon Registry

And you can search for Adam Selzer or Ronni Davis, July 2008. ºOº

I can’t think of anything else for now, but once I do, I’ll let you know. See ya!

P.S. 86 days ’til Disney World!

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)

Up & Down (Pictures)

A week after I quit that job, I am now starting to feel the depression of not having full-time work. I know I did the right thing in leaving, but right now, that “You’re worthless, no one wants you on their staff unless they’re going to mistreat/underpay you, why can’t you just suck it up and deal with working in miserable conditions just like everyone else” voice is beating heavily into me.

This week started off so great, too.

Adam’s family, Aidan, and I went down to Millennium Park and to Cloud Gate, which never gets old for me. It was Aidan’s first time there, and he LOVED it. He’d been talking about seeing “the big bean” for ages now.

Fun at Millennium Park!

Aidan lifting the “bean”.

Fun at Millennium Park!

I realized that there were no pictures of me without a camera in front of my face, like this one:

Fun at Millennium Park!

So I had Adam take one of me:

Fun at Millennium Park!

Aidan got wet in the giant fountains. I mean SOAKING!

Fun at Millennium Park!

Fun at Millennium Park!

Fun at Millennium Park!

But he didn’t care much for the train ride home. He was scared to death to go underground (he thought it would be very dark) and the train was very loud. He cried at first.

Yesterday was a good day.

Today started off nicely, too. It was a beautiful day. Perfect temps, sunny, blue skies and fluffy clouds. My most favorite kind of day. I got to meet Adam’s business partner Troy, and I took pictures of the Weird Chicago guys down on the lake shore. Cassidy treated me to a manicure (hadn’t had one since prom) and a pedicure (hadn’t had one since 2006) and my toes look adorable:

Pedicure!

We ate lunch at an adorable Italian place in Niles, IL. and acted silly when we were stuffed to the hilt.

Those Silly Kids

After popping into Target where I found out the gift card Ivy gave me was $40, not $25 like I’d thought, the Selzer’s dropped Aidan and me off and are now heading back toward Georgia.

I’m letting the little disappointments get to me. I got a little carsick today on the way to Target. Didn’t puke, thank God. The new pillow I got reeks and I have to return it. I feel like I’m letting everyone down for various reasons, and I honestly feel like crawling into a hole for a while. Everything’s eating away at my heart and soul and I know it’s a matter of time before I break down (again). But I have my little guy here and he loves me no matter what, so I’m going to hang on to that.

The job hunting blogs keep bleating the same thing. “YOU WILL NOT FIND A JOB SCOURING THE JOB BOARDS AND THE WANT ADS. THE ONLY WAY TO GET JOBS IS THROUGH CONTACTS AND NETWORKING.” Well, that’s nice and all, IF YOU FREAKIN’ HAVE CONTACTS. Guess who pretty much has ZERO contacts in Chicago. The agencies have been somewhat helpful. There is one here that I’ve had really great luck with, one that I’ve had OK luck with, and one that I’ve had a bit of luck with. But none of the full-time stuff I was up for panned out. That’s about as far as having contacts goes for me. It just seems like that “dream job” is always going to be out of reach. I want to do what I’m good at and what I love, and I want to be compensated well (or at least paid a living wage for goodness sakes) and treated with respect while I do so. I don’t want to feel like I’m wasting away while someone gets rich off of me while I’m away from my adorable little boy. But that won’t happen as long as I seek work for others… but I’m too scared to try to do this on my own on the self-employment route. I feel trapped and stuck and scared. Like I’ve gone backwards instead of forward or even lateral, and that’s the way it’s always going to be for someone like me, whose talents are a dime a dozen in one of the most competitive fields out there.

And folks, that’s how I feel now. Sad and tired (haven’t had a lot of sleep the past several days) and like the world’s biggest failure except when it comes to Aidan. And sometimes, I have my doubts about that too. :(

Bye.

(Originally published at Anywhere Is…)

Ivy’s Sweet Meme/Survey Thing

I got this from swankivy. It’s pretty raw and honest, so read at your own risk.

…beware…

Read this and find out what really makes me tick!

If you want to give me the best compliment ever, you might try talking about . . . the six-figure book publishing contract you just offered me.

If you really want to impress me . . . talk to me about something other than yourself all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I like to hear about my friends, but I don’t want to hear about nothing BUT them all the time, and then have them turn a deaf ear when I want to update them about me or talk about something other than either of us. Talk to me about world events, books, movies, and don’t treat me like I’m stupid if my opinions don’t match yours. Respect me.

You will probably be really impressed that I can . . .stare at proofs for eight hours every day, looking for and correcting mistakes and errors. People have told me they’d rather stick a pencil in their eye than do something like that, but I enjoy it.

One thing I dislike that everyone else seems to like is . . . SUVs.

One thing I like that everyone else seems to dislike is . . . Trix or Fruity Pebbles with Kool-Aid. It’s good, I’m telling you!

The person I’ve learned the most from in my life is . . . there is no one person, and I am still learning a lot.

One way to really piss me off is to . . . treat me like I’m something for you to control, disregarding my feelings and thoughts, etc. Or to make premature assumptions about me, my family, my friends, and/or my life and come at any of them in an attacking and accusatory way.

One way to really delight me is to . . . make me feel special and appreciated.

If you want to have a discussion with me about something unpleasant, you should know that I . . . will probably get defensive, especially if it’s about me.

The gifts I like best are . . . from people who pay attention and get me something that fits my taste or that I’ll use. (Keeping Ivy’s answer because it fits!)

If you’re my friend or loved one, you can expect to receive gifts from me that are . . . at the moment, non-existent. When I get in a better place financially, then the gifts will be well thought out and will hopefully invoke good memories of me and our times together.

If you’re my friend, the best suggestion for how we should spend an evening is . . . to eat spaghetti, watch one or two DVDs, and have a good conversation.

If you’re my romantic partner/significant other or want to be, the best suggestion for how we should spend an evening is . . . to eat spaghetti, watch DVDs, talk, cuddle, and make out.

If you have dinner at my house, you can expect me to fix . . . spaghetti, and Kool-Aid to drink. Bwah.

If you come to dinner at my house, I would love you to bring . . . dessert. Lemony or chocolately works well for me.

Even though it’s kinda dumb, I get really excited about . . . paper, pens, journals, and other office supplies.

The way I feel about my childhood is that it was . . . okay until I got to junior high school. Then things started taking a turn for the ugly.

The way I feel about my high school years is that they were . . . 98% negative.

One thing the people I choose as friends all have in common is that they . . . are fun to hang out with.

One way you can really show me you care about me is to . . . listen to me without interrupting, especially to interrupt with something about YOURSELF. Or, just show me you’re thinking of me. Random text messages, or something like that.

If I’m sad, the best thing to do for me is to . . . ask me what’s wrong, but don’t push me if I’m not ready to talk about it just yet. I might simply need a hug. No advice unless I ask for it.

For my birthday, I would really appreciate it if my loved ones would . . . remember it. They usually do.

One time that I did something for someone that was EXACTLY what they needed was when I . . . oooh, oooh. I didn’t even realize I was doing it, to be honest, but I was at a Youth 2000 retreat years ago, back when I was Catholic. These girls had tried to steal some of the sacramental wine, gotten caught, and were getting in trouble. I don’t remember what I said, but I do remember one girl saying to me “you are awesome, you know.” I love talking to and hanging out with teenage girls.

One thing I feel guilty about is . . . when people help me out in certain ways.

One thing I regret is . . . no comment.

A recurring dream I have goes like this . . . I’m being chased by tornadoes. These dreams come every March!

One thing you should never say to me is . . . “get over yourself,” or “you’re a terrible mother,” or “God doesn’t like what you’re doing” or “You’re a liar.” Especially that last one.

One thing you should try to say to me more often is . . . “How was your day?” or “How are you?” and mean it. Not use it as a jumping point to talk about yourself. Or “Get your ass in that chair and start writing again” Hahaha.

One word or phrase I wish people wouldn’t say is . . . “that’s so gay” or the n-word, either form.

I think “kids today” are . . . Not sure. Depends on what you mean by “kids.” I do think that some of them are being given a much too large sense of entitlement, which is contributing to our declining sense of just plain politeness in this society. As a rule, most Americans are self-centered, rude, materialistic, greedy, unkind, and uncaring. And I say this as an American. It’s not to say that there aren’t good people out there–of course there are. But too many people have a “sense of entitlement” and when that takes over, compassion goes right out the window.

The way I feel about the “state of the world” today as opposed to ten years ago is that it is . . . see above. Things aren’t ever going to get better, either. So I also feel pessimistic.

I will be more likely to vote for a political candidate if he/she . . . isn’t a Republican, is more interested in helping those that need help instead of giving tax breaks to those who don’t need it, is interested in doing something about our health care and education system, and is willing to uphold the values of the country, not turn it into the facist regime it’s heading toward.

The last time I talked on the phone for more than three hours straight was . . . when I told my mommy about my engagement.

Something I hate doing that I nevertheless have to do all the time is . . . peeing.

Something I love doing that I nevertheless don’t get to do often at all is . . . spending time with Adam.

I tend to look weird in photographs when I . . . slouch, smile too big. I’m slouching now. D’oh.

The way I feel about religion is . . . to each his own, but don’t come shoving your principles down my throat unless I specifically ask for prayer or guidance.

A dream I’ve always had but probably never will achieve is . . . being an A-List Hollywood actress. Part of the reason is that I’m not pursuing it, and the big picture is that even if I did pursue it, I’d never have a snowball’s chance in hell of actually making it.

I wish there was a stricter punishment for those who . . . scam and cheat innocents out of what they worked hard for.

I wish people would leave me alone about . . . how hard it’s going to be to leave Aidan when I move to Chicago. Don’t you think I know?

I’m better than everyone I know at . . . dancing.

I’m always the worst in the group at . . . singing.

Something I spend a lot of time on that other people don’t “get” is . . . reading, maybe? I read a LOT more than the average person, I’m guessing. I think I’m up to 166 or so new books for the year.

Something I’ll probably never be good at is . . . singing. Not freaking out. Not being so sensitive or taking everything personally.

Something I can brag about is . . . Aidan. :)

My job makes me feel . . . skilled, but not special because there are 4867395695798 other good copy editors out there as well.

I miss being able to . . . eat at restaurants.

I’m glad I no longer have to . . . drive all the way to Pataskala twice a week. My wallet is thankful for that. Now I fill up gas every other week instead of every week or twice a week.

I feel uncomfortable if a friend asks me to . . . no one ever asks me to do anything. HA.

I’m kind of touchy when asked to talk about . . . how I handle my (non-existent) money, how I feel about leaving Aidan, my father

You should know that I want your help on . . . not feeling guilty about every single bloody thing. Getting by every day, especially emotionally.

You should know to let me do it myself if I . . .

I would say it’s “my way or the highway” in matters of . . . how I raise Aidan, what I do to my body

I’m willing to compromise on . . . a few of my wedding plans (not that there are many to begin with)

When they say “don’t sweat the small stuff,” the “small stuff” for me is . . . what to have for dinner, how my hair looks in the morning, whether to shower the night before or the morning of, etc. etc.

. . . And the “big stuff” is . . . money, money, money.

I can listen or talk for hours on the subject of . . . writing and reading and books, Rent, Aidan, Adam

I will get really bored if you want to drone on about . . . stuff I don’t know anything about and/or stuff I couldn’t care less about, like football.

I think I’m misunderstood often because of . . . the fact that I don’t tell every single thing that’s going on with me, but I’m pretty open, so there are people who think they know everything. Those are usually the people who think they can can tell me what to do and how to live my life based off of what they know.

Something I do every day or often that other people rarely or never do is . . . read

Something other people do every day that I rarely or never do is . . . exercise

Something I deserve that I don’t seem to be getting is . . . a publishing contract! HA.

Something I have that I probably don’t deserve is . . . Adam.

I worry too much about . . . money.

I probably don’t worry enough about . . . exercising/physical fitness

Most of my friends probably became my friends because . . . I am open and loyal, and Rosa (meimeigui) says she enjoys my company, and I like to feed them.

I can guarantee that you’ll stay my friend if you . . . are loyal to me, but know how to give me space without taking it personally, if you don’t try to control me or make me feel obligated to you for whatever reason, and if you’re fun to be around and not draining.

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