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Life, death, and the tacos inbetween

Oh friends! It's been faaaaar too long! Just over a month, ey? Let me fill you in with a smidge of what's been going on in the redhead's world....

1. I GOT MARRIED!! I know, right?! How crazy!! For some suh-weeet pictures by my friend James, check out his blog here and here. Yep, that second post is all me. Weird. The self-conscious side of me is like "AAAHHHHHHH NO PICTURES OF JUST MEEE!", but the newer body positive side of me is all "HAY GIRRRRRL". Marriage is basically my favorite thing ever (I know, it's only been 2 weeks), and we are totally the gross newlyweds that are mushy gushy. No shame in our game.


2. My uncle sadly and unexpectedly passed away. =\ I know, right? Massive downer, especially considering it being 3 days before my wedding. It was basically a hellish time for my family, and there's sadly still a lot going on with this. =\

3. We bought a house! Yep. We closed on the house September 10th, a whole 4 days before the wedding, and moved my stuff in that night and have been trying to unpack ever since.

4. Sadly I haven't been to the gym in a solid 3 weeks. To be fair, hubbins (heh, told you we're gross!) and I were swimming a ton in the pool, and walked EVERYWHERE. SO. MUCH. WALKING.

So naturally in the last month especially there's been a liiittttllle bit of stress in my life. Just a little. I don't know about you, but this girl is an emotional eater like no other. My uncle's in the hospital in a medically-induced coma? I need some ice cream. My house isn't closing on the date expected? I need some nachos up in hurr. Wedding planning? Brownies, stat, pronto.


That's a pretty accurate portrayal of me. We got back from our humid honeymoon 9 days ago, and the first few days was a lot of eating out, bringing stuff home, shopping, returning, unpacking... It was a whirlwind. This weekend I was all "PRODUCTIVITY! YOU WILL BE MINE!".

Then I sat on the couch. 

Watching Big Bang Theory.

For 2 days. 

In my defense we did go to church, go to a picnic, go swing dancing... There was some social activity. But loooots of sitting. I think I'm finally coming off the stress high I've been on for over 6 months, and sleep is attempting to play catch up.

This week I've been dying to get back to the gym, aaaand the Redhead can't find her gym bag. This wouldn't be a problem except my running shoes are in there. I have no others. I'm stuck. Fail. I need to get moving. I've been trying to make better decisions, but cake.

But. Cake.

There's so much [wedding] cake in my house that I'm starting to sweat cream cheese frosting.

Hopefully this weekend I'll find my gym shoes and actually get my butt moving. Literally. In the meantime, stare at these ridiculously cute pictures of me and Hubbins. =)

Reading a letter from him pre-wedding. =) 

Sooo chicken nuggets appeared from somewhere right before we did our bridal party pics.
I ate 1/2 of one and started laughing, hence the goofy face. 

Wobble baby wobble baby...
I had to back my thing up. We were doing the wobble!
Best day of my life so far. Marriage is amazing. I highly recommend it for anyone interested. =)

<3
A Redhead

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  1. Awwwwww Ashley i love your blog! You make a beautiful bride <3

    I feel ya on the stress eating....ugh! When will it end!?!!??

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    1. Aww thank you!! =)

      Ugh who knows. When they stop making cookies and nachos so delicious?? ;)

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  2. Lovely wedding pictures!! Almost five years later, and we still are annoyingly adorable. My hubbins is still my hubbins. LOL!

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  3. I'm totally a stress eater too, and eating with a boy makes it easier- they eat so much more! My post-wedding unpacking stress eating snack of choice? Italian cookies dipped in chocolate icing. And there are plenty left over from the wedding. Ugh. The wedding leftovers will run out eventually, that is the highlight of my binging- my silver lining. It makes me feel better about eating it, so it will disappear that much quicker! ;)

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