I just read an article on CNN that the CDC says this is the worst flu season in three years. Fred and I can attest to that. He battled a high fever, body aches and coughing fits for six days before ever-so-kindly passing it my way. Of course, I also got the nausea/vomiting bit on top of everything else. (Awesome.)

I'm going on day five and I'm still not out of the woods. Last night Fred made me chicken noodle soup and rubbed my feet trying to make them stop feeling so tingly. He then alternately got me cool cloths for … Read More

We just got back from my cousin's wedding in San Antonio (I told you we're the two most wedding-goingest people this year). It was great fun—lots of booze and good food mixed with my crazy alcoholic uncles.

It's actually good that our wedding isn't for six months—it will give everyone in my family a chance to detox. But it was also strange. I couldn't help but think that the next time I see most of those people will be at my own wedding.

I don't know that you ever get used to the idea of getting married. The initial shock and excitement … Read More

Fred and I both had nightmares last night. He woke me up at 5 a.m. to tell me that I had cheated on him. "You were stripping for Aaron," he said, appalled that I would dare do something do scandalous in his very twisted imagination—and for his best friend, no less.

"That's funny," I replied, yawning, "because I just murdered our wedding photographer. And he was a little person."

It was such a vivid dream. In it, Fred and I changed the date of our wedding from October to May (I have no idea why) and when I called to tell my … Read More

I have a slight obsession with that new Bravo show Millionaire Matchmaker. It's astounding to me that a woman gets paid to set trophy-searching wealthy men up with a bunch of gold-digging whor… (ahem), I mean… women.

But I have to admit, besides the pure entertainment value I get from it, I also take notes. Patti the matchmaker, despite her really annoying personality, is actually very good at matching people up. And since being engaged I have become something of a matchmaker myself.

See, most of Fred's guy friends are single. But they're not only single, they're all attractive, funny, … Read More

That Destiny's Child song, Independent Woman, used to be my mantra. I could do anything on my own and really didn't understand the need for constant male companionship. I even told Fred as much on our first date. "I'm not really interested in getting married. Ever. I just don't see the need for it."

Now I do. Fred's good with cars. I'm not. My 2000 (insert many expletives here) VW Jetta has been in the shop four times in the last two weeks. Every time that freakin' check engine light comes on, I pull the car over into the emergency lane … Read More

Beer is yummy. Beer plus 78 degree weather, plus hot baseball players is a little place I like to call heaven. Or Arizona.

I just got back from Scottsdale, where I was visiting my friend Sarah, an ESPN editor who was covering baseball spring training. For her it was work, for me it was spring break. Every afternoon, I got to sit in a sunny stadium drinking cold beer. On more than one occasion, I thought: Life doesn't get any better than this. And then I would feel a little guilty, because I knew Fred was in his office back … Read More