How I Get By (With A Little Help From My Friends)

I have "people." And I'm a lucky girl.  It took me a while to realize it, but the other day, I was smacked in the face by gratitude.  Yeah, gratitude smacked me in the face (but in a good way). 


So let me introduce you to my people.  

• My family.  My family is a constant source of support and honesty.  Is an idea too cray cray? Have I spread myself too thin?  Is something really cute and should I totally go for it?  They'll tell me.  Remember when I said that there are some people out there that I feel are trying to sugar coat their feelings about my DIY projects?  My family is not on that list.  Take for example my aunt, who in seeing me work on my bridesmaids present (that I'm getting to, I promise) said, "you're nuts.  Just go buy it!"  Yeah, she doesn't mince words because she loves me (and because she doesn't mince words, generally speaking).  But that's my family, and I need them and their honesty to keep me going.

• My friends are an awesome group of women.  They've all offered to help me, time and time again.  And of course, I've said no time and time again.  Soon enough though, I'm going to get over my inability to relinquish control and tag them in for a round or two.  They keep me laughing, keep me smiling, and keep me sane.  And for that, I am a very lucky lady. 

• My bridey-friends.  I could probably write a post on all my friends that are getting married, and another on the women I've become closer with because we're getting married.  We're in the same place at the same time.  Who else wants to discuss the difference between peonys and garden roses or custom monograms versus DIY?  My bridey-friends, that's who!  I know who I can talk to about anything wedding related, at any time, preferably over a glass of wine.

• And you, dear bloggie friends.  I've really loved checking out your blogs and I can relate to so many of your experiences and I love your inspirations.  Also, can I just tell you that it makes my day to see someone comment on a post?  It really does!  I never would have expected to feel such support from people that I've haven't met before.  But I do.  And I'm officially addicted to blogging now, thanks to you all.

And I feel very lucky that as my stress level rises and the clock starts winding down that I have people to turn to.  People who will roll up their sleeves with me.  People who will advise me when my brain up and quits me (because you know it will).  People that will tell me the truth straight up (no chaser) when I need to take a time out and enjoy myself.  My people are awesome.  

And as an added bonus, I share with you one of my favorite show openers ever since I couldn't decide what version of "With A Little Help From My Friends" I wanted to share.  P.S.-I'm still a little jealous of Winnie Cooper. 




How about you, do you have "people?"  (Have your people call my people and we'll do lunch--sorry, couldn't help myself) When have they helped you the most?

Meet The Family: My Turn!

That's what the first meeting was like.

Ok, no it wasn't. Not even close. But when I thought of the prospect of our families having dinner together for the first time, this was the first thing that popped into my mind. Honestly, I wouldn't have been upset if my mom decided to set up a spit in the front yard. It would have been fun! Just as long as there wasn't a goat roasting on said spit, blegh. Side note: Boo offered to bring a bundt cake to humor us, but sadly he changed his mine.

My immediate family consists of eleven people. ELEVEN people. My big fat Greek-Ecuadorian family. And I didn't hesitate to invite them all to our cozy little home, to meet the Boo's family. I was a little worried that my large family would be a bit overwhelming but I brushed it aside. My family is an extension of me, so leaving anyone out was simply not an option.

So we (all) met. And we ate. We ate lots and lots of food. We introduced his family to our family's casual style of feasting. Yes, feasting! Our spread normally consists of ceviche, spanakopita (spinach pie), two kinds of meat, sarmades (stuffed grape leaves), a potato dish, a vegetable side dish, and two kinds of salad. But since this was a special occasion there were at least 5 more dishes on the table. YUM. And we drank some delicious wine, which was generously provided by my other cuz.

Despite my nerves, the night was great! I had a lot of fun with everyone there. No one got into an argument, no one had a rotten time (at least not to my knowledge, gulp). It was a bit surreal knowing that everyone was meeting because of us. The thought of that alone was so, so humbling....Overall, we dined, we met, we had fun.

And I can't wait to do it again.


Side note: Boo's family is nothing like the family in the movie clip. At all. I love "My Big Fat Greek Wedding," and now that we're affianced, I will be referring to it repeatedly. I can relate to 'Toula Portokalos,' and honestly, I just love that movie!