makes the world taste good

Choosing a candy bar is no small feat. Since it is Halloween (which means tonight I am going to eat my body weight times dos in H-wen candy) I figured I would break down candy bars for you and let you know how your choice in candy bars tells me everything I need to know about you.

Creep. Creep.

During my first week of teaching in Charleston one of my fellow teachers had every child go around and say his or her name and grade (basic, boring schmoring stuff), but then she asked them to tell us their favorite candy bar. Genius. Let me tell you, I knew the 3 girls who said a granola bar was their favorite candy bar (?!) were trouble and guess what? Granola girls are trouble. If only I lived in a world where my brain and body thought granola bars were candy. If. Only. 

Let's start off with a classic.

Hershey's Milk Chocolate Bar
Some may say simple is better. When it comes to this simple chocolate bar, I say simple is boring. Yes, the chocolate is okay. Ish. But when I'm craving something chocolatey and ready to kill some hardcore calories, I would much rather reach for something that has more texture or more rich flavors. If Hershey was a richer, darker chocolate, I just might pick it up in a fit of chocolate hunger. Notice I said might. Picking Hershey's as a favorite just tells me that you think being adventurous should be saved for things like being late for an appointment and not for things like the taste of chocolate.

Nestle Crunch
Mmm, there's something just so right about a Crunch bar. It's got the simplicity of the Hershey's nothing-but-chocolate bar, but then adds a kick of something crunchy. A.K.A.- with a dash of somethang funky. Let's not even get started with how Buncha Crunch are the best movie theater snack ever. Good on their own? Check. Good as they get melty in popcorn? Check. Hands down, no competition. That being said, if you pick Crunch as your favorite then I know you probably haven't tried much chocolate in your life and maybe need some serious soul searching when it comes to chocolate. You must be one of those people who likes other candy better than chocolate, right?

Twix
Twix kind of gets thrown to the side by it's older brother Snickers and it's younger sister Milky Way. But that's what happens when you're the middle child. You're so good, but so forgotten (kidding, Mom!). I am guilty of forgetting that I actually like Twix. A lot. With a crunchy biscuit on the bottom half and a drizzle of caramel on the top half, it's like your mouth is eating too different things. Two different and very delicious things. Picking Twix as your favorite shows me that you notice and appreciate the smaller things in life. Like middle children.

Snickers
Who doesn't like Snickers?! And that right there is the issue: who doesn't like Snickers? Everyone loves Snickers (except me, shhh). Remember your mom asking you, Well Little Sally, if everyone jumped off a cliff would you? If Snicks is your favorite than the answer to that question is probably Yes, yes I would jump, Mommy-O. Everyone is doing it, so why not. Everyone is eating it and loving it, so why not. Just know that after you eat it and you jump off that cliff with everyone, you're going to spend your air time picking peanuts outta your teeth. Gross.

Milky Way
Now here is where I turn into the hypocrite (which I am allowed to be. Don't worry, I got permission and everything). I think Hershey's is too simple, while Crunch bar adds the right about of fun to a basic chocolate bar...but then I think a Snickers has too much on the insides and Milky Way's more simplistic insides make it a winner in my book. It doesn't have to make sense--my tastebuds usually don't. It's got the right amount of nougat mixed with the right amount of caramel mixed with the right amount of outside chocolate so when you bite it you get a combination of the 3 textures that is to die for, if I may say so myself. If you like Milky Way, then I know that you like to have fun without going too wild. You also may be kind of a loner because all your friends like Snickers, remember? And as my husband says, Why would you choose a Milky Way?!?! I read somewhere that a Milky Way happens when a 3 Musketeer and a Caramello have a baby. And that right there should be reason enough to not jump off of the Snickers cliff.

Okay okay, I'll stop writing about Milky Ways.
Mostly because I am drooling over here.

Happy Halloween! 
May your night be filled with nothing spooky like granola bars, but only with decedent chocolate. Or other candy if that's your drift. Send your chocolate candy this way if that is you. 

is this real life?

At 8:30 am on Saturday morning I opened our front door to head out to teach. A small FedEx package was sitting there. Early Saturday morning mail?! Yes, please. I quickly opened it just to see what our weekend funsies mail was and realized...

it was our wedding video. 

The DVD. Not just the DVD, but THE DVD. The one we've I've been anxiously awaiting since Day 2 of being married. Or somewhere around there. (I'm usually really good at being patient. Wink wink).

I exclaimed some things like Are you kidding me?! 

Don't watch it without me! 

Why do I have to teach on this one Saturday when the greatest thing happens?!

(I'm usually also really good at not exaggerating). 

As soon as my last dancer walked out the door with her parents, I ran out the door and into my car to get home as soon as possible. I felt so bad for Freddie having to sit around for 3 hours and not get to watch the tape...spoiler alert: He was fine. He has patience. Yadda yadda. 

And you know what? It was worth the wait. Worth my ever-so patient wait. I had forgotten the smallest details of our ceremony.

Like our first kiss. I remember the anxiety about saying the vows. I remember the calm I felt when it was actually time to say them. I remember thinking that writing the vows wasn't a competition, but if it had been Freds would have won. And then...I remember getting kissed and kissing, but where did I put my hands? Did we kiss once? Twice? A peck? So many questions which were all answered during our   movie time. Vows, kisses, flash mobs, cake cutting, dancing, a garter tossing, and a bouquet tossing later and I thought nothing in the world could make our Saturday any better. 

Until...10 hours later when I was dressed as the Tin Man sipping some wine at a Halloween party and I get the word that our wedding pictures are done. 

Done and needing to be viewed on my computer at home 30 minutes away. I exclaimed some things like Is this real life?!

Both in one day?!

I need my computer!

Can you believe they are ready now?!

My computer...at home...

Okay, one more glass of wine then we'll go home.

Eeeee!

I was excited. Or something.

This long, Wordy McWordison blog ends with you picturing me crying at 2am while looking at some wedding pictures. The wine had nothing to do with the tears. 

But, shut up, they are so pretty. Trust me, you would have cried too/ will cry too.

And that my friends is how my Saturday shenanigans went down. They were so shenany and I would not have had it any other way. 

Sneak peek with pictures of the pictures commences now.

p.s.- dat would be how the first kiss went down. Worth the cooties.

being married for 2 months is like...

Yesterday marked 2 months of married life for me and Freds. And while this relationship is not a teenage romance or a child's first year of life, recognizing the months is still...well, it's still fun. We're still newlyweds who are soaking up every day of marital bliss. And life is full of giggles and rainbows. Or something like that. 

Oh sorry, I meant life is full of giggles and cake, my bad. 

Last night we did what any couple celebrating 2 months of being married would do and went out to dinner. Just when I think we've officially found all the delicious you-must-try-it restaurants around here we manage to up and find another hidden gem. Meaning,  if you ever come and visit us in the town of Charles, bring your elastic waist pants. This is one time in your life you won't regret it. 

I told Freddie to help me think of good analogies for a Being Married for 2 Months is Like... blog. That's what any good and not annoying wife would ask her husband at dinner, yes? Yes. Just like a sweet husband, Freddie humored me. Freddie, start writing my b-logs, plz?! Here's what he came up with.

Being Married for 2 Months is Like...

-Being on permanent vacation. That you can never get rid of. 
He added that second sentence after a pause. I like to think he meant to add a third sentence that said something along the lines of, and that you never want to get rid of. Anyways, dude has a point. We are starting the Weiss married life in this place.

-Heaven.
This one was said with a head tilt and a smile. Maybe even some schmoozy eyes. Isn't that what guys do? Schmoozy eyes instead of batting eyelashes? Who knows. All I really want to know is if our marriage feels like heaven to him, does that mean I get to wear white after Labor Day?

-Being at IKEA.
His explanation for this was...not blog worthy. So we'll make up what I'm sure he really meant. Like something about the hard work of going through all the levels (years of marriage?) and how sometimes you want to poke your eyes out (the times when marriage isn't like giggles and cake. Shocking to think, I know.) but when you've got your new snazzy, easy peasy furniture sitting up in your house you can't help but feel proud and happy at how mighty fine it looks (this obviously refers to the wife being a hot hottie who is intelligent beyond her years and beautiful not-so beyond her years that the husband can't help feel proud and lucky and wonderful and happy and...you get it).

P-h-e-w. IKEA explanation run-on sentence, over and out.

The main point that comes from my sub points up there is that being married for 2 months is fun. It just is. I can't wait to see how much more fun it gets at 2 years. And 12 years. And 20 years. And even all the years that don't have a number 2 in them.

Happy 2 months, my snazzy husband.

pics from a sis

Meet Ann. 

My sister.
Is it sibling week on this blog or what? I guess I'll have to start introducing you to my brother. And my brother-in-law. And...

If you've been here awhile you've met her before and you know that her hair is amazing, her dimple is precious, her photography skills are real, and I am jealous of all of the above. 

But let's not get that tangent started because I could go on and on all day long about how insanely generous I was to suck up all the crappy genes (like straight, stringy hair and zero zilch dimples) and how she should thank me for that... but like I said, let's not get that started. (Love you, Ann-y poo!)

The other night I received this text from Young Ann:

Do you sense the urgency?

Store, what store? 

Aren't you intrigued?

What store?!

Remember up there when I said Ann's photography skills are real? Very, very real. Well after years of photography classes and a few months studying the art of it all at college and several paid gigs into this bizness, Ann started her own little page on 

Society 6. 

(which is an awesome awesome place, by the way. It's where I got my Ron Swanson MacBook skin. A.K.A.-it's the place that made me and my computer the coolest ever. But we can talk about that later. This is about Ann-y Doodle). 

She's selling some prints, and shirts, and skins, and cases, and lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my! P.S. Those pointe shoed feet belong to me. Who doesn't want a tank top with my feet on it?! (And I'm not even being sarcastic. Pretty pointe shoes, for the win).

 Need some photographic evidence of her real mad skills? Ch-ch-check it out. 

Remember that time she took dance pictures?

Or when she took our engagement pictures?

Or when she walked around Newnan, the cutest little hometown you ever did see, and snapped some shots?

Or when she took a picture of the creepiest fish in the ocean? 

Have I successfully sold you on my sister? Convinced you to like her better than me? (Whaaat? Who typed that?) I figured my blog is a good a place as any to shamelessly promote and brag about my sister. 

Did I mention she gets it all from me?

Check out her shop. Fawn over her hair. Be jealous of her clothes. We all do it, it's okay. Go ahead.

But mostly just check out her shop! ;)

Sister, Sister

Another weekend over. Another week begins.
When you read between the lines that reads a week of stressing out over what costume to wear to a Halloween party this weekend begins.

Side note: Halloween as a child is easy peasy. Oh hey, I pick this princess this year! I'll save that princess for next year. That was the life! Now I'm like hmm...can I cheaply make a costume with the clothes in my closet? The extra towels in my linen closet? The fancy high heels I bought and wore once? Or...can I wear my jam jams and eat all the candy myself? The answer is yes. Yes candy. Yes pajamas. Forever and always.

But that's for next weekend.

My sistah-in-law came into town this weekend and Freddie and I put on our best Charleston Tour Guide suits. Again. Man, we are starting to rock this Chucktown life.

Remember Sara?

You met her a few posts ago when we discussed how she is definitely Freddie's sister and I am definitely not his sister.

Anyways, Sara came. We ate. A lot. We drowned in all things Netflix. A lot. We walked through and around and in all the beautiful parts of Charleston (so that's every part of Charleston, by the way). And then maybe we ate some more? I can't remember. The Monday blues make my brain hurt. Mondays are bad enough since they officially end the weekend. Throw in a Monday that ends the weekend and fun family time? Screw you, Monday.
(Just kidding, Mons. Me love you long time if you will love me in return).

Around the square...and go.
one. Best view. The End. Moving on.
two. We found the tiniest dog I have ever ever ever ever seen. It almost came home with us Sara.
three. Sister, Sister! Come on, sing it, you know you want to.
four. Brother, Sister! Not as catchy as a tune, but still pretty great siblings.
five. Taking pictures in the sun is so hard. Sigh. Life on the beach.
six. Saturday morning farmer's market is kind of becoming our thing. By our I mean most of the people in Charleston, but whatever. I like to think it's just me and Freds that go there every week for 2 whole weeks in a row.

I retract my former statement about this Monday being especially sucky. That's not true. This Monday is a Monday worth celebrating because I married into a fabulous family and moved to a fabulous place. Combine the two and BAM. Moore Weiss, Moore Fun is a real thing and this past weekend proved to be all the Moore Fun with my Freddie and Sara Weiss folk.

Sara, come again next weekend. Mostly so we can wear green and recreate fun pictures like this.