I in no way endorse nor support the posting of the Charger Recharger recipe, nor the contents therein. . .

For the past 6 months, John has whole-heartedly embraced my organic, whole-foods cooking; he's eaten organic burritos, organic chicken, organic fruits, veggies, & peanut butter, organic seeds, nuts, & grains. . .  The Charger Recharger is the nutritional equivalent to choosing chick lit over Dostoevsky.  I have pushed this man over the edge. 

I wasn't sure what to wear, so I wore my $100 tuxedo from K&G Warehouse. Congratulations Bags!

Also, we have a little bit of video from our table, with Chris, Tim, Jamie, Kevin, Emily, George, Wendy, Rachel, Jason, Casey, and us:

Young love is so sweet. Amber and I are still coming up with cute little names for one another, always trying to out-do our previous efforts to flatter one another. We've got the normal combinations like "snuggle bear" and "baby cakes" down. And we've been venturing out into the kind-of-silly-but-still-sweet combos like "sweetie-heart" and "cuteheart." But every once in a while, when I try to think on the fly, things go awry.

Yesterday, I attempted to combine words from my available (but apparenly very limited) vocabulary and come up with a new, endearing term to call my cute wife. Here's what I came up with: "Sweetie ball."

Yes. I called my wife "sweetie ball." And not in the "You're a sweetie! Ballroom dancing sounds great!" kind of way. Just, "Hey sweetie ball." During the first two syllables, I was actually feeling pretty confident. "Sweetie" came out very nicely, Amber was all smiles, and everything seemed good.  But as soon as that "b" sound started rolling off my tongue, I knew it wasn't going to be good. I tried to stop myself, but I had already passed the point of no return. I could not recover the "ball." My only concession was that I think I was actually going to say "sweetie balls," so I at least avoided the plural

After it came out, rather than admitting my blunder, I did what every self-respecting male who has just done something incredibly silly would do: I just tried to act like it was normal. "Hey there, 'sweetie ball,' how are you?" But Amber, ever observant, noticed right away that she had been called "sweetie ball." She looked at me, half shocked, half about-to-laugh-her-head-off, and asked, "Did you just call me ... 'sweetie ball'?" All I could say was, "Yes ... but really I tried to stop."

So, my first piece of dating/marriage advice is make sure to think before you speak. If you just starting talking, you never know what will come out.

(No worries though. Amber is really nice and didn't give me a hard time about it. That's why she'll always be my sweetie ball.)

Last night, while attempting to be good husband and make my wife some tea while simlutaneously answering tech support emails, I managed to almost burn down the dorm. The stove was much smarter than me, as it managed to fool me into turning on the wrong burner. Normally this would have just ended up with a hot burner and cold water 6 inches away, but oh no, not for me. A plastic pitcher fell on the burner. Three weeks into marriage, we are down one $2.00 pitcher and one $39.48 burner from the Sears Online Parts store.

My sense of smell is almost completely lacking and therefore I completely missed the smell of burning plastic until Amber came running out of the bathroom. By then it was too late . . . The fire alarm went off at 11:12 PM and the entire dorm had to clear out. Amber and I stood outside in the 40 degree cold wet night with about 100 college girls freezing in their pajamas. I sheepishly explained that I was just trying to make some tea for my wife

We'd like to thank TJ Smith for putting together a fantastic wedding video. Here's a little preview clip: