Hello friends and family!
We are officially in count down mode! 79 more days... and I know they will fly by!
I'm starting to get super anxious, and the stress level is definitely rising! lol
But what we're here for is our registry...
Now, we have been debating on whether or not to make this post; we aren't sure what proper etiquette for this type of thing is, but we have continuously been asked by friends and co-workers if we are registered anywhere. When we explain that we aren't registered through a store, but that we have an online registry... we usually get a look of confusion (understandably!).
As much as I want to go to Target, Bed Bath & Beyond, etc., and go scanner happy for all the items I would love to have, it's just not practical. We honestly have all that we need in our apartment, and any more would make it super crowded.
We started researching non-traditional registry options, and after learning about the HoneyFund website, developed by Northern California Natives, we decided to give it a try! It was super easy to register, and it was fun to see all the different things you could add to your registry.
We originally only sent the registry link with our wedding invitations (I think that's proper etiquette?!). However, we have been overwhelmed with the amount of friends, and specifically co-workers who are so anxious to get the link.
This whole process has been humbling, and we appreciate the people who have already donated and those who attended our engagement party with donations and gifts. We definitely feel the love and know that we are blessed!
THANK YOU!....
and thank you in advance to those who have been asking for the link!
Here it is! =)
http://www.honeyfund.com/wedding/maui711
-LL
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Hyphenating!
I've been receiving some criticism after people find out that I will be hyphenating my last name after marriage.... so I thought I would address the issue!
The first issue being, I am ME, my last name has nothing to do with you, and your opinion was not warranted! Second, seeing as how my soon to be husband has no issue with me hyphenating my(his) last name, neither should you! =)
Now that that's out of the way, we can move on!...
If you have ever taken the time to speak with me about my family, you would know that I am extremely proud of my family history and who I am.
I am proud to be a Lopez!
My Lolo(grandpa), born in Spain and orphaned in the Philippines at a very young age; lived in poverty, smoking cigarettes as early as 7 years old. Although the odds were against him, he never gave up hope and continued to prosper.
My Lola(grandma) was the oldest of 11 children. When she was a teenager, she had to have her appendix removed with no anesthesia (yup! She's definitely a fighter!). While recovering in the hospital, my Lolo spotted her and kept coming around to serenade her; he LOVED to sing and play the ukulele!
Not long after that, my grandparents were married during World War II and endured some pretty difficult times. At one point, my Lolo was forced at gun point to dig his own grave because they thought he was a guerilla soldier. Trying to escape the Japanese, my Lola (who was pregnant at the time), had to hide in a hay truck in which spears were shoved through to check for people trying to escape. As the war went on, they both managed to stay alive, and ultimately my Lolo was able to join the United State Navy. Through joining the Navy, my Lolo was able to eventually move his family to the United States. He served through World War II, The Korean War, and The Vietnam War. During the early days, racism was of course very much alive and he was only allowed to be a steward. With time, came change and one of the things my Lolo was most proud of, was being the first Filipino enlisted man to have a son (my father) graduate from The United States Naval Academy.
My Dad came to the USA when he was in grade school, and as a first generation Filipino-American, did extremely well (in my opinion). My Dad and Auntie were always pushed by my grandparents to do their absolute best. They weren't even allowed to speak Tagalog in the house, because my grandparents wanted their English to be perfect. My Lolo and Lola made tons of sacrifices to make sure my Dad and Auntie had the best education; sending them to Prep Schools and Boarding Schools.
After my Dad graduated, he served with my Lolo in the Vietnam War. My Dad was a pilot and flew C-117's in the war, and was also trained in flying F-9's and F-4's. Eventually, my Lolo retired as a Master Chief (E9), the highest rank an enlisted man can earn!
The 20 years that I was able to spend with my Lolo, are memories that I hold close to my heart. From pushing me in my stroller as a toddler and singing to me, to sneaking me treats/money, and attending every single one of my soccer and basketball games during high school. He made sure his family was always taken care of, but more importantly he always gave back to the less fortunate. Nothing he did went unnoticed! He could sit and tell stories for hours... about being an orphan, how he wooed my Lola, war stories, world travels, etc. If there were ever hard times, I didn't know, because he never showed it. He was the rock of our family; always happy, always smiling, always singing!
My Lolo is still my inspiration till this day. His selflessness is unmatched; I can't even fit all the stories into this little(long) blog. He is what my core values are made of and every single day, I strive to be a little bit more like him..... Amado 'Al' Lopez!
Lopez!
Lopez-Weaver!... it's a mouth full, but I don't mind.
Now, in no way am I saying other women aren't proud of their family history by taking their husbands last name. That is each woman's personal choice. However, if you really know me, you know that when I'm passionate about something, it's extremely hard for me to not let it be known and be heard.
With that said, I am proud to soon be Lindsey Lopez-Weaver!
-LL
The first issue being, I am ME, my last name has nothing to do with you, and your opinion was not warranted! Second, seeing as how my soon to be husband has no issue with me hyphenating my(his) last name, neither should you! =)
Now that that's out of the way, we can move on!...
If you have ever taken the time to speak with me about my family, you would know that I am extremely proud of my family history and who I am.
I am proud to be a Lopez!
My Lolo(grandpa), born in Spain and orphaned in the Philippines at a very young age; lived in poverty, smoking cigarettes as early as 7 years old. Although the odds were against him, he never gave up hope and continued to prosper.
My Lola(grandma) was the oldest of 11 children. When she was a teenager, she had to have her appendix removed with no anesthesia (yup! She's definitely a fighter!). While recovering in the hospital, my Lolo spotted her and kept coming around to serenade her; he LOVED to sing and play the ukulele!
Not long after that, my grandparents were married during World War II and endured some pretty difficult times. At one point, my Lolo was forced at gun point to dig his own grave because they thought he was a guerilla soldier. Trying to escape the Japanese, my Lola (who was pregnant at the time), had to hide in a hay truck in which spears were shoved through to check for people trying to escape. As the war went on, they both managed to stay alive, and ultimately my Lolo was able to join the United State Navy. Through joining the Navy, my Lolo was able to eventually move his family to the United States. He served through World War II, The Korean War, and The Vietnam War. During the early days, racism was of course very much alive and he was only allowed to be a steward. With time, came change and one of the things my Lolo was most proud of, was being the first Filipino enlisted man to have a son (my father) graduate from The United States Naval Academy.
My Dad came to the USA when he was in grade school, and as a first generation Filipino-American, did extremely well (in my opinion). My Dad and Auntie were always pushed by my grandparents to do their absolute best. They weren't even allowed to speak Tagalog in the house, because my grandparents wanted their English to be perfect. My Lolo and Lola made tons of sacrifices to make sure my Dad and Auntie had the best education; sending them to Prep Schools and Boarding Schools.
After my Dad graduated, he served with my Lolo in the Vietnam War. My Dad was a pilot and flew C-117's in the war, and was also trained in flying F-9's and F-4's. Eventually, my Lolo retired as a Master Chief (E9), the highest rank an enlisted man can earn!
The 20 years that I was able to spend with my Lolo, are memories that I hold close to my heart. From pushing me in my stroller as a toddler and singing to me, to sneaking me treats/money, and attending every single one of my soccer and basketball games during high school. He made sure his family was always taken care of, but more importantly he always gave back to the less fortunate. Nothing he did went unnoticed! He could sit and tell stories for hours... about being an orphan, how he wooed my Lola, war stories, world travels, etc. If there were ever hard times, I didn't know, because he never showed it. He was the rock of our family; always happy, always smiling, always singing!
My Lolo is still my inspiration till this day. His selflessness is unmatched; I can't even fit all the stories into this little(long) blog. He is what my core values are made of and every single day, I strive to be a little bit more like him..... Amado 'Al' Lopez!
Lopez!
Lopez-Weaver!... it's a mouth full, but I don't mind.
Now, in no way am I saying other women aren't proud of their family history by taking their husbands last name. That is each woman's personal choice. However, if you really know me, you know that when I'm passionate about something, it's extremely hard for me to not let it be known and be heard.
With that said, I am proud to soon be Lindsey Lopez-Weaver!
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| My Lolo's first time on American soil (San Francisco) after the Korean War! |
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| My Lolo, Lola, Dad, and Auntie Gail in the Philippines. |
**in no way do the stories in this blog
do my family history justice, they are
just a short glimpse of some of the
stories I remember!
do my family history justice, they are
just a short glimpse of some of the
stories I remember!
-LL
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
The Proposal
Every time I run into someone I haven't seen in awhile, the first thing they do is grab my hand and look at the ring, all while gushing with excitement and wanting to know how Anthony proposed. While I don't mind telling the story, because I love it and I was completely surprised, I thought I would just go ahead and share the story with all of you!
Instead of making a big long post about it, I'll just share some pictures and the video with you!
ENJOY!
Date: June 1, 2014
Location: The Fairmont Kea Lani Resort, Wailea, Maui
Location: The Fairmont Kea Lani Resort, Wailea, Maui
Accomplices: Samantha and Tave McCary
The camera: as you know, it's very normal for Anthony to have his camera out all the time, so I thought nothing of it. I really was completely surprised!
(unfortunately I could not embed the video, so please click the link below)
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Wedding Coordinator....ok, fine!
I was convinced that I didn't need a wedding coordinator....
I didn't want to spend the extra money, especially since we are having a smaller wedding. I didn't want to spend the money on things I knew I could do on my own. I was going to rely on my perfectionist friends to help me set everything up for the wedding anyway!
It all sounded great in my head, but as time went by, I started to stress out over smaller details that I originally didn't even take into account. I then started questioning whether or not my friends could pull it all off and in a timely matter. I also didn't want them to spend the day setting up and be dead tired by the time the wedding started. Besides, we'll be in Maui.... the point is to relax and enjoy the island, every single day!
After not being able to find a ukulele player that I like, not getting marriage license questions answered, and not being able to decide which florist was better.... I finally caved and contacted the wedding coordinator at my venue.
I made her a list of things I needed. She immediately responded and gave me a quote for her services and everything she can offer (even more details I wouldn't have ever thought about!).
After sending two emails.. I felt like a new woman! =)
I feel a thousand times better and can't believe I didn't just do that from the beginning!
Moral of the story, don't try to be Miss Independent on your own wedding day. Pay the money... your time and health are worth it!
Now... if only people would hurry up and RSVP so that we can really start planning the details. The deadline is Friday people! We are 158 days away, and I'm sure those days will fly by!
**FYI for our bay area family/friends.... flying out of San Jose is the cheapest right now**
I didn't want to spend the extra money, especially since we are having a smaller wedding. I didn't want to spend the money on things I knew I could do on my own. I was going to rely on my perfectionist friends to help me set everything up for the wedding anyway!
It all sounded great in my head, but as time went by, I started to stress out over smaller details that I originally didn't even take into account. I then started questioning whether or not my friends could pull it all off and in a timely matter. I also didn't want them to spend the day setting up and be dead tired by the time the wedding started. Besides, we'll be in Maui.... the point is to relax and enjoy the island, every single day!
After not being able to find a ukulele player that I like, not getting marriage license questions answered, and not being able to decide which florist was better.... I finally caved and contacted the wedding coordinator at my venue.
I made her a list of things I needed. She immediately responded and gave me a quote for her services and everything she can offer (even more details I wouldn't have ever thought about!).
After sending two emails.. I felt like a new woman! =)
I feel a thousand times better and can't believe I didn't just do that from the beginning!
Moral of the story, don't try to be Miss Independent on your own wedding day. Pay the money... your time and health are worth it!
Now... if only people would hurry up and RSVP so that we can really start planning the details. The deadline is Friday people! We are 158 days away, and I'm sure those days will fly by!
**FYI for our bay area family/friends.... flying out of San Jose is the cheapest right now**
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