The Wedding Day

In my business, I focus on almost-married and newly-married women, so I'm exposed to wedding plans a lot. Recently I started thinking about how everyone says the wedding day is one of the greatest days of your life. If that's true, life really isn't that exciting.

Don't get me wrong; weddings are favulous. My own wedding was perfect. The ceremony was beautiful, everything went off without a hitch, and minus a tiny candle wax burn on my hand, nothing even remotely tragic happened. At the reception, we were surrounded by so many people that we love, the food was fantastic, and I love looking back at the pictures that perfectly capture the day. But that wasn't the best day of my life.

The wedding is just a party to celebrate the most amazing journey of your life. If your expectations for your wedding are higher than the ones you have for your marriage, I want to tell you that your relationship deserves better than that. Marriage is phenomenal. It's ridiculously hard, but every single day is better than the one before. When you selflessly love the one you're with and allow them to love you back, the result is a relationship that makes you smile at your wedding day as a sweet memory but look ahead at the years to come with more anticipation than satin and canapes could ever bring.

Sigh. I love my husband.

The Best Pans Ever

Yes, I have found them. The best pans ever.

During a recent venture into Sunday paper advertisements, I saw a sale on Calphalon Contemporary Nonstick skillets. Never being one to shy away from cookware sales, I pulled the trigger and splurged on a couple. Wow. I am SO glad I did.

I didn't know that magic pans existed, but these are magic. They wipe clean like nothing I've ever seen. You can have a crusty burn that sits around for three days (yes, I've let my pans sit that long), and one dunk in soapy water and a wipe or two makes it look like new. Amazing. They cook evenly, the handles are sturdy, and they look sleek and professional.

So if you're in the market for some new cookware, I am apparently the new cheerleader for Calphalon Contemporary Nonstick Cookware. Now I need to go and clean my pans. It's only been a day, but I guess I don't have to test the three-day theory every time. Sad...

Guilty Pleasures

I just asked my sister her definition of a guilty pleasure. She said, "Something that you'd be embarrassed to tell other people but that you really love." Sounds good to me. Sadly, it doesn't take me long to realize that I have lots of guilty pleasures, one of which is about to become embarrassingly public in just a few hours.

I'm 25 years old, and tonight I'm going to see So You Think You Can Dance on tour. There are ten of us: seven college girls, one high school girl, me, and one of my equally embarrassed peers. We're even making shirts with cute little sayings from the show. I give you permission to shake your head in pity.

Am I too old for this? I think so, but for the next few hours, I don't care. I'm going to stand in a stadium with thousands of screaming teenage girls and yell, "I love you, Neil!" who happens to be my favorite dancer on the show. I'm going to look at the people around us and compare displays of fanaticism. I'm going to watch the DVD I made of my favorite dances from the season (yes, I made a DVD) before AND after the show to get the onslaught of reality-show dancing.

Yes, I'm going to bask in the joy that is a guilty pleasure.