Not Sure if “Paranoid” Or Just “Bride”:

 

On my list of things that I am currently afraid of happening at our wedding:

1) My bridesmaids actually hate their dresses and are just being kind about them
2) We are, in fact, having a hipster wedding (but…but…there’s no Pabst! and we’re not serving kimchi!)
3) In five years, I’m going to hate the dress I wore
4) My dress will turn out badly (through no fault of Amanda’s)
5) My mother will, in fact, be incapable of putting her damn camera down
6) Our guests won’t like the food
7) We won’t get a photographer
8) My leaf garlands will look stupid and tacky and all my snorting at Michael’s Crafts wedding aisle will be for naught
9) I will wish that I had worn sleeves
10) My grandmother will say something snide and insulting about my body
11) Our geeky references will just appear snotty
12) No one will RSVP and we will have 400 guests show up and will have to send a groomsmen to Costco for food
13) I will trip on my way down the stairs, taking Ben with me, bashing in our teeth, and end up both dead and homeless
14) It won’t be beautiful

 

…

Anyone have a Quaalude they can give me?

Symbolically Yours

 

I feel ya, little plant.

The orchid on my desk is dying.

If I were in a movie,
I’m sure one of the blossoms would fall off dramatically as I leave my office.
Indicating something about my age,
my failed attempts at having a career,
January,
*mumblemumble*SYMBOLISM.

Do you ever have those days (years)
where you just know for a fact
that your job will never be doing what you love?

Flower Speak:

 

So you’re dating.
Or married.
Or generally edging around the notion of making another person feel
special and tingly.

Maybe.

Here is my comprehensive and exhaustively researched guide to
What Your Flowers are Hollering about You, Your Character,
and Sometimes Your Car:
 

Standard Red Roses:

“I have no imagination whatsoever.”

 

Standard Red Roses with Baby’s Breath:

“Not only do I not have any imagination,
but I’m also into infantilization.”

 

Daisies:

“LET’S WANDER IN FIELDS WITH UNWASHED HAIR AND SCRUB EACH OTHER WITH EARTH FRIENDLY PATCHOULI.
WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING???”

 

Gebera Daisies:

“I know enough to not give you boring daisies, but not enough to give you a flower that will last longer than two hours before drooping.
…There is a probably a double meaning in that.”

 

Carnations:

“McDonald’s is a good date. So is Taco Bell. I watch Carl’s Jr. commercials and wear Axe Body Spray.”

 

Calla Lilies:

“My car has a leather interior. Also, we will go to restaurants with price fixé menus. You lucky thing, you.”

 

Alstroemeria:

“I am a mildly interesting person with a habit of listening to talk radio.
…And these were on sale at Trader Joe’s.”

 

Potted Cactus/Succulent:

“You can’t keep anything alive.”

 

Sunflowers:

“I am so full of sunshine and good cheer, I will probably give you skin cancer.”

 

Peonies:

“Erudite, well-read, thoughtful. Methinks we’ll be having The Sex now.”

 

 

(Seriously. No carnations. Ever. They look like shite in bouquets.)

 
Totally gakked from: http://thehairpin.com/2011/07/the-modern-meanings-of-flowers