That’s right. The Teeter Family Union. We up and
got hitched, ya’ll! More details on that to follow. In the meantime, I’m here to
report that marriage approval ratings for the Teeter’s have hit an all-time high.
The transition into marriage hasn’t felt all that different from life before. In
other words, not much has changed aside from my name on my driver’s license,
including my license picture which, let’s just say, I didn’t think could be
worse than my previous license picture, however it just so happened that on that
fateful ‘day of the name change’ instead of worrying about how I would appear
next to my new last name on my new driver’s license, I spent 20 minutes crying
in the DMV parking lot over letting go of my maiden name which apparently was a
greater part of my identity than even I knew. I asked the man behind the
counter at the DMV if other women ever came in with tear soaked faces when
making a name change, obviously trying my best to make light of a situation that, let’s face it, shouldn’t have been as emotionally jarring as it was,
nonetheless he looked at me like he was scared of me and shook his head ‘no’
then clicked my picture without any warning and definitely no re-takes.
Bloodshot, puffy, tear streaked and all. So basically, in the name of being a
new wife, I deserve a second go at that driver license picture. Now that I’m more comfortable
with my maiden name as my middle name thus more emotionally stable, I’m gonna to have to "lose" this license. This is one of those cases where the $18
replacement fee is tooootally worth it.
But like I said, not much has changed. Though being married does
feeeeeel a little different. Different in ways like suddenly I’m guilty of
google searching “how to be a great wife” or “ways to ensure a successful
marriage” because why the hell not? I can! And I want to. Because I’m actually
really excited to be someone’s wife. And not just anyone’s wife, mind you. I
feel pretty great about my choice of husband. Hence the whole google search
thing. I mean good things deserve good nurturing and care, you know? We the
Teeter’s, in order to form a more perfect union, believe in google searches and
e-how tutorials and nurturing and care. Amen.
In other household news, I’ve totally and completely forgotten how
to blog. Obviously. I’ll be making a most likely sad attempt at trying to account for
lost time on this blog over the course of the next few weeks but don’t hold your
breath. For now, this feels good. Stretching my fingers, dusting this little
blog off and letting her know, “You’re not alone, my little piece of the
internet. I’m still here.” Air hug.
The truth is, 2014 has been preeeeetty full of blogable (that’s a
word, right?) events. I mean I got married for crying out loud. That’s like, a
really big deal. Also I became an Aunt, went on some great vacations, read some
good books, listened to some intriguing podcasts, discovered some passions, learned valuable life lessons and quit a
soul-sucking job. Good things. 2014 was good. The State of the Teeter Family
Union is secure and thriving. Well, okay, okay, my husband might tell you that I
could probably use a job. A real one. I can whip up a mean lasagna, but
apparently many housewives (this one) don’t actually earn an income. Whodathunkit? But
unemployment aside, we’re strong, we’re happy, and we’re making strides towards
a bright future. Long live House of Teeter. Fist pump.
