Better Off Wrecked: UHaul’s Grand Hu$tle Policies

[Author’s Note: One of my favorite bloggers AverageBro sometimes has posts about different company’s “grand hu$tles”. Today, I was a victim.]

Moving is hard work. It’s expensive, time-consuming and seemingly never ends. These negative consequences multiply if you use UHaul.

I’m moving into a new apartment this week, my last apartment before moving to my fiancee’s house after we get married. I was going to hire movers, but I decided not to because I didnt want them coming back and robbing me later (irrational yet legitimate fear!) and I didn’t want to spend all that money.

I decided to rent a UHaul truck.

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If He Brings You To It, He’ll Bring You Through It: 751 Days Later A Burden Lifted

Two years and twenty-one days after his death, my dad’s estate is finally closed.

When my dad died, I was named “executor” of his estate. I didnt even know what executor meant and I thought an “estate” was those big houses that belonged to billionaires.

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Wedding Stuff: Location, Location, Location!

World Harvest Church - My first choice!

A little more than two months have passed since I got engaged and Genuine and I *still* haven’t found a place!

In our defense, we only recently started aggressively looking.

We immediately ruled out a destination wedding because we both want a lot of people to be able to come. (This also ruled out my only-half-joking $25 courthouse chapel wedding idea).

My first thought was to get married at our church. It’s gorgeous, easy to find, I grew up there and we met there. Done! Genuine (always the pragmatist) commented on how many empty seats would be in the 5,200 seat sanctuary and how weird that may look in pictures…and in person. Plus, I got a price quote and it is *expensive* and probably not available for our Sunday wedding.

So the obvious option - getting married at our church - was out and there we began at square 1.

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Wedding Stuff: The DATE

A few weeks after getting engaged, Genuine and I sat down to discuss our wedding and we decided on the date almost immediately.

I wanted to get married in August because it is one of my favorite months. It’s warm and it’s the month that school starts (I’m a geek, duh!). PLUS, August is the perfect distance between my birthday and Christmas and therefore will never be subject to one present for two occasions (and I won’t be tempted to purchase one present for two occasions). August was only four months away from the day he proposed, but knowing little about wedding planning, I was convinced we could pull it off.

That is, until the War on Terror terrorized my plans.

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New Direction! Blogging About My Wedding Planning on My Not a Wedding Planning Blog

A few people asked me if I was going to start blogging about my wedding planning. The short answer was “no”. But then I decided, why not?

I don’t update this blog nearly as much as I’d like to. I think I had this crazy idea that everything on my blog had to be some ground-breaking, long-winded, epic revelation of some sort but that’s not how this blog started nor the point of it. I save my best writing for thefreshxpress.com anyway. This is just a random blog about my life and all the comedic and not-so-comedic things that happen to me. And honestly, getting engaged and planning a wedding is the biggest “this cannot be my life” event ever…in a good way of course. Therefore, I would be amiss not to write about it and at least give myself something to look back on. Continue reading

#TeamMarriage…and the Backward Society Who Is Against It

Marriage seems to be the enemy of my generation and I don’t understand why. People are fine playing marriage, but when it comes to actually getting married a lot of people are inexplicably against it or they insist that people need to wait, wait, and wait some more to tie the knot.

I think - black people specifically - would do better to stop encouraging one another to delay marriage. Especially because people playing house are the problem — spreading kids, STDs and emotional wreckage around like peanut butter on a slice of bread.

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