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Guest Post: Holly

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Hey guys! While I’m busy getting married and whatnot, I figured I’d line up a few guest posters for you!

Today Holly from Scattered Words is posting – Be sure to go say hello! She’s an amazing Mommy, wife, blogger and most importantly – Canadian! Thanks Holly for volunteering your blogging skills!

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Hi!  I’m Holly, and I usually blog at scattered-words.net – but I volunteered to write a guest post for Kara while she’s busy getting married and all that jazz.   She said I could write about anything I want, and while I thought about writing about something completely random – like my love for new pens, how my son is like a bagel, or how expensive a dog really is (especially if you have one that eats hardwood floors, baseboards, books, shoes, purses, socks, and couch cushions …) – but of course, I ultimately decided to write a wedding-related post!
I’m not exactly an “old married woman” – I’ve been married for 2 years and 10 months! – but I figured I’d offer a bit of marriage advice that I wish I had followed in those early days, weeks, and months:   Try your hardest to find joy in every situation. 
I’ll be honest:  I had a hard time adjusting to married life.  I didn’t expect everything to be perfect, by any means – but I definitely didn’t expect there to be quite so many bumps in the road those first few months.  I thought we had ironed everything out during our engagement (silly me!) –  but we fought a lot at first.  Mostly about silly things, like our schedules, chore delegation, when to get a dog, what kind of dog to get, where to put the bookshelf, what day to buy groceries – but also about bigger things, like money – whether we had enough, what to invest and where, how much to save – where to live, how to celebrate holidays, how to blend our families …
I was a bit of a poop for the first few months.  I knew when we got married that we would be living in Alberta but I wanted to be with my family in New Brunswick.  I hated our condo, I hated our city, I hated my job – but I love my husband.  It took me awhile to clue in, but I eventually realized that that takes precedence.
Yeah, yeah, I know.  Shoulda figured that one out before the wedding, eh?
 Anyway … married life is full of the unexpected (like your husband revealing to you while you’re on your honeymoon that he is the world’s biggest Star Wars nerd …) – but it’s also full of the awesome.  Knowing you’re with the person you were meant to be with.  Knowing you’re going to be with that person for the rest of your life.  Imagining what your babies will look like – and actually seeing your husband hold his son for the first time.    Experiencing love in a new, deeper way; watching it grow and change.   Complete and utter happiness.   Planning life together for the next 60 or so years …
Congratulations Kara & Kyle :D  Welcome to married life …
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Thanks Holly!

Guest Post: Angel

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Hey guys! Today I have my Little, Angel from Confessions of a College Angel, guest posting! Be sure to leave her lots of bloggy love!
– Kara

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So When My Big asked me to guest post for her, my nerves fluttered like crazy! I mean Kara’s an amazing blogger, what would I say on her blog? I mean I am a pretty random person and then I realized that while Kara knows who I am know one else does and I started thinking:

Who am I?

That’s a question that I have been asking myself a lot lately. I always defined myself as not fitting in. I was never one to hang out with the Popular kids, I never wore designer clothes, I never cared how I looked or what I did. But I have been wondering lately Who exactly am I?

I can tell you about me, and about what I like. I am beyond Thrilled to have a “Big” because while I always wanted to get into a Sorority I was always to chicken to Pledge and I feel like it’s a little to late now.

I am not a confrontational person, I don’t like to say no, even when I might be getting pushed around because of it. I like to help and be helpful, even when I know that I am just being taken advantage of.

I know I love my Fiancée, I love my family, and I love my puppy. I love my friends like they are my family and I love my job.

Sometimes I sink into the coulda woulda shoulda’s but most of the time I am upbeat and perky and way too happy, my boss says I constantly live in Barbie world. I am definitely an optimist and I can’t wait to get things going the way I want them to in my life.

So that’s a little about me, and who I am.

BloggerStock: The Story of What is On Your Desk

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Hey All! I finally got my post from my partner Rob at Go Forth and Bloggeth for Bloggerstock. It’s posted for your reading pleasure below :) Oh, and the reason why it was late? He was battling evil something-or-others in the hospital, so I guess I’ll let him pass this time.

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Here is my entry for the Bloggerstock event. What is Bloggerstock? Well, Bloggerstock links bloggers from around the world. They give you a topic to write about and then pair you with another blogger who allows your post to be displayed on their blog. Thank you to Kara for allowing me to write on her blog for this event.

The Story of What’s On My Desk

As I don’t really own a desk or use one for work, I am about to tell you the fascinating story of what is on the table I use to hold my laptop and various foods that I wrangle throughout the day.

Currently sitting alongside my laptop as I type this post is a notepad containing various mysterious scribblings that probably made no sense within five minutes of their writing, especially if the “two tickets to paradise?” scrawled on the top page is anything to go on.

The worktable is my mission control centre. Unlike those simpletons at NASA, I am able (forced) to work while my mission control centre is invaded by cats and assorted creatures. It is the place where I am most productive.

There is a lamp placed on the left-hand corner of my mission control centre. This lamp reminds me of my Grandmother. When she stays with us, she would turn every light off before going to bed, not believing our protestations that we also might need this light to see, after her self-imposed 8pm darkness deadline.  So, as I look at this lamp, I remember the one night where I kept coming downstairs into a pitch-black basement tripping over cats and other creatures attempting to find my mission control centre with any soft part of my body, usually though my shins were the best at this fun game.

I turned the lamp on maybe three times after repeated trips up and downstairs and then on the fourth time, after again returning to complete darkness, I turned around and stormed back up stairs and, as my brother was the only one home, I asked him nicely, “Could you please stop turning off the light? It is becoming quite bothersome.” (Not my actual words).  As he stumbled his way through a confused response, I felt a tap on my shoulder.  It was my Grandmother. As I turned around, she pointed at my chest and said “Listen here; how do you turn your computer machine off? I tried pressing some buttons but it wouldn’t do anything. It’s too bright down there with that thing on.” I suppose I was lucky my shin was the only casualty of that evening, and not the essay that I had been working on for the past month.

This mission control centre is also the place where I pretend I can read. There are two books that lay unread on the far right corner of this desolate land of wood; one, Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand, and the other; a collection of stories by H.G. Wells. I always like the idea of reading these great novels and then, on arriving home and proud of my purchase I become lost in a sea of whirling YouTube videos featuring cats walking on two legs and bloopers from The Office. Best intentions and all that. I’m sure Ayn and H.G would understand. Well, H.G, probably would anyway.

Sure, it’s just a table with some books, a computer, a notepad, and .. I wanna say an old banana peel?.. on it, but it’s what I’m used to ; and, for as long as it’s around, it will always be the setting for my hardest fought working battles,  longest forays into the internet world and of course, our most intimate of encounters ; the old shin high-five for a job well done when my Grandmother comes to stay.

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And be sure to check out my post over on Alex’s page!