I've been trying to think of something to put on here for a while, and it just came to me, like inspiration, I guess. And then I realized I couldn't remember how to post on here any more. I haven't actually posted on here since August. That's ridiculous for me. Great for the general readership. I'm up to a nearly every day post on my blog, but I realized how good this is for general info blogging, and not for rambling, meandering nothingness that tends to sprinkle from my fingers into this keyboard and onto this screen. But I am not here for an update of any sort, except to say that I'm no longer in love with my boss - my ideal little work world was shattered in the course of a morning not a few weeks ago, and it cannot be returned to the perfection that was my first office job. No big deal. Just part of growing up, I guess. Being jaded, that is. And grumpy. Turns out I'll be great at both of those. I was actually going to say something... Oh yes.

For the sake of the Denver-area transplants who might actually end up reading this by accident, I thought I would remind them that I will be in Cheyenne from the 18th until Christmas Day (in fact, I fly out Christmas Day, so the routine see Hubka off to the airport after dinner thing probably won't jive with family plans). I don't know when I am going to make it down to say hello (I fly into Denver that Tuesday night, 8 or 9 p.m., I think, so I didn't think anybody would be up for saying hi that late, and I'm probably heading straight home anyway, but let me know about any ideas). Probably Wendesday, Thursday, or Friday. I'll be calling Wakefield to try and coordinate what's happening, but I thought somebody might see this and try to get the wheels turning that much sooner.

Or maybe you Minnesota people would remember how much you miss me, and in that fondest of sentiments you would make a trip out to the Rockies just to see old Hubka. Of course, if that was the case, you could always make a trip out to the Pacific and enjoy much better weather, but all this is based on an unlikely assumption.

On a side note, do you realize that in another four months, we will have spent more time away from college than we spent in it?

Maybe to open things up a bit... Lynnea, what have you been reading lately (or, if you're not Lynnea, substitute your name and give a good answer, even though it seems generic and useless, and I refuse to fall prey to my own plea)? I hope all is well, wherever you guys are now.

She's a Canadian now...
Or at least she's trying to be. I thought it was about time that I gave a little update on Krista's wedding, since I feel like it's been the main focus of the last 10 months. And, as usual, my method of giving an update is by posting as many pictures as I can without being too much of a blog-hog.

In brief, the wedding was beautiful, which everyone says about everyone's wedding, but perhaps I was a bit partial to this one...
The fact that this union also means that Krista and Tyler are relocating indefinitely to Canada gave an extra layer to the usual emotions experienced at a wedding, and there were plenty of tears shed by all (even the bride herself).

The only hindrance that threatened the goal of a smooth wedding day was that Krista decided at the last minute that she wanted the best man to cut his hair. And she wanted to do it herself. On the morning of her wedding. Our leisurely morning of coffee, Erik's homemade Swedish pancakes, and experimental hairstyles quickly turned into a hectic afternoon when we realized that Jimmy's last-minute haircut put us about 2 hours behind schedule.
This wake-up call jolted the 20 (or so) of us hanging around the house back into action, and we quickly got back on schedule. But I think that the extra stress was worth it. Check out Jimmy's "after" picture...

After the minor setback, everything was perfect. A few Canadian jokes cracked by the officiant (my dad) lightened the mood of the ceremony enough so that everyone stopped crying, Krista was breath-taking bride, Sarah Ebner was a stellar wedding coordinator, and the reception was so fun that Krista and Tyler were actually the last ones to leave.
Of course it made me excited for my own wedding, mostly because I won't have to do any of the planning she did for hers. Krista's words of wisdom: "Lynnea, whatever you do, don't have a traditional wedding." Got it. And now she's off in Canada, and we're all missing her terribly, but we're simultaneously thrilled that she and Tyler finally tied the knot after all these years. And I'm sure Canada won't keep her forever.