I can’t sing. I wish I could, I just didn’t get those genes. But just because I can’t sing, doesn’t mean I won’t sing. Especially after almost 4 years of marriage. I have been done trying to hide my flaws for awhile now. Plus, he already discovered my weird stash of socks at the bottom of the bed and the pile of hair on my nightstand which he insisted was for making some kind of hair doll. #sorrynotsorry.

But Dan can sing so I can’t even hide it. I actually married into a very musically talented family and I’m over here like hey I can play the first part of Joy to the World on the piano if you show me what key to start on.

But anyway, I do have a special song I like to serenade him with…

You can’t really explain what “awkward” means to a child, because they just haven’t experienced it yet. Awkward doesn’t come til later in life, like maybe 6th grade when you look at yourself in the mirror. Or in high school when an 11th grade boy from your gym class you barely know, circles you like a shark at your locker and then asks you to YOUR senior prom.

Note: Believe it.

Anyway, last night I found myself in what normally would have been a very awkward situation, but since I was surrounded by innocent minds, they didn’t understand the awkwardness of it all, and for that I am grateful.

Over the weekend, we went to a wedding with some friends in Long Beach Island, so naturally we had to stop at the place where we got married and have a photo shoot. Then it was off to Ship Bottom for the ceremony(finally got our beach picture I wanted on our wedding day) and then to the Noyes Modern Museum for the reception.

My brother Jon and Joy got married on June 30th 2012. Photos by Caitlin Stiefel.
Caitlinstiefelphoto.com & Barrett Creatively

Wedding recap

You know everything was beautiful when men start saying things are beautiful. Every little detail was pretty much perfect.

I’ll give you a hint as to why…the bride. On a ladder. About 40 minutes before the ceremony finishing the details. What the what!

How to stress a bride out? Tell her an hour before the ceremony only half the very specific liquor they have purchased is on its way. The other half is 2.5 hours away. Groom calls me and starts out with, “Ok. Don’t tell Joy, but…” And I reply with, “Oh she already knows.” All I hear on the other end… “Uh oh.” But don’t worry, It all worked out in the end. Aunt and Uncle save the day and go out of their way to pick up the rest of the liquor and make it just in time for the reception.

So we finally moved to our new place. We moved in beginning of July but it’s been awhile since I’ve updated this blog thing. We really love the new place. More Space, two bathrooms, two bedrooms, central AC, and a dishwasher which has changed my quality of life. Also there is a grocery store within walking distance. As in, we could literally throw a stone from our balcony and hit KINGS. I could probably even come close without throwing my arm out, so that’s really sayin’ something. It’s perfect for a lazy wife who doesn’t plan dinner until last minute or the crazy hormonal wife at 9:30pm that needs Haagan Das ice cream stat or she will die, DIE! Both of which scenarios, I fall under. One more so than the other, but who’s keeping score anyway?

So I’m sitting here on the floor, next to boxes and bubble wrap, watching a show called “prison wives” on netflix, with no pants on. Meanwhile, husband is out watching a lot of men in tight pants round the bases. Um, I meant the Yankee game, you sickos.

Let me first back up though. I’m under siege by bubble wrap and boxes because we’re moving. We were actually supposed to have moved into the new place May 30th, but the dude who was in the apartment we’re moving to, decided to just not leave when he said he was going to and not tell anyone. Panic set in when they went to show us the apartment and all his stuff was still there. At that point we had already given our 60 day notice and our lease expired. Luckily our current apartment had not been rented out yet, so we could stay here an extra month and die of heat stroke in this sauna during June. Yep, the heat was STILL ON as of last night…which leads me to why I have no pants on. 

I have a dream…that one day…we will be able to…(based on hair color, wrinkles, coke bottle glasses, hearing aid and oxygen tank) deny one who fits this description a valid NJ license. And I’m not just sayin’ this because I was almost sideswiped today on my way out of the DMV because granny backed up without looking. I’m sayin’ this because I was also break checked by grandpa on the way home too. Some things should just not be equal, ok.