I’ve felt really beaten down recently. Like, I knew 2017 was going to be bad but I don’t think anyone could mentally, emotionally, even physically prepare for the hellscape we’ve found ourselves in.
Supposedly there’s a hurricane on it’s way to ravage Houston. Which means I’m working from home (or hardly working) as the rain “threatens” to fall. We have a tub filled with water, a stack of canned beans, and I managed to grab the last box of ice cream sundae poptarts in the store yesterday.
I don’t know why I can’t take this storm seriously. Maybe it’s all those false alarms about snow storms in New York? Or the fact that everyone loves a good bout of hysteria? But I think mainly I’m resentful because we were supposed to vacation in Florida next week and now we might be rained out.
Thanks a lot, Harvey.
I recently read an article that said women today aren’t womanly enough. It was discussing the decline of marriage, something about how since women are so into careers and independence, men are feeling a little abandoned and suddenly not needed. And if they’re not needed by women then why even bother with women?
If you think this blog post hasn’t been in my drafts folders for years and years and years then you don’t know me at all. Because this is a day I have anticipated, hoped for, and prayed for; this is the day dreams come true.
I, Shelby Boyer, lover of puppy parades and follower of more canines than humans, finally got a dog.
I love birthdays. People make fun of me for how much I love birthdays. I drag my birthday out so much no one even knows when my real birthday is. Why exactly am I like this? Beats me.
I mean, you know I love being extra, so that could be part of it.
There ain’t no party like a Boyer-Polo party because a Boyer-Polo party features ALL THE THINGS!
Dancing! Donuts! Cotton Candy! Jdawgs! A photo booth that maybe sort of worked!
Rob and I were technically married in the Provo City Center Temple (see previous post), but it was really important to us that we have a more formal ceremony to celebrate our love and commitment.
Plus, you know I’m totally basic. And I wanted that traditional wedding moment: walking down the aisle, making vows, kissing in front of a crowd. The whole shebang. I wanted the dress, the procession, the promises. And I’m glad we did it because it was hands down my favorite part of the day.