where oh where

When we started the conversations about how people will RSVP - these were our questions:

Where oh where should we have the RSVP?
Should we have an RSVP card?
Should it be a postcard or should we enclose an envelope?
Should we stamp the envelope?
Should we have an RSVP e-mail?
Should we have an RSVP on the our website?

I was like - I don't know!

I do know that I love receiving cards...but e-mail and a web RSVP are so easy.
(How can Jake be the Groom and not have a website RSVP and a special RSVP e-mail)?

So in true Lindberg Ingman fashion we did all three and stamped the damn envelopes.

p.s. Did you know that we printed every single one of our wedding invitations, direction cards, and RSVP cards...every single one of them! It was so worth it!

So...here is my request to anyone listening --- if you RSVP via e-mail or on the website, Great - please do, have fun! But can you ALSO check that little Happily Accepts or Regretfully Declines circle, and write your name, and lick the envelope with the stamp and address, and stick it in the mailbox!

Do it for ME.
RSVP twice for ME!

anne and jake dot com

Only two months to go until the BIG day!!

It's crunch time people!

Check it out ----- www.anneandjake.com



Not to be confused with www.jakeandanne.com

stay afloat

Haven't been posting as often as I would like...life has turned into one huge stress waterfall for me and I am trying to stay afloat.

In all honesty I can't post about some seriously stressful work situations because well you can read between the lines...

No worries though - what I say here is what I would say outloud to anyone...except maybe this, and this, oh and maybe this.

Anyway, that is beside the point. I am stressed and trying to figure things out. Yes, at work - Yes, at home - Yes, with the wedding.

I am also trying to figure out how to post about the wedding planning...because sometimes it gets a little blah blah blah but if you would go inside my head right now pretty much all the blah blah blah is trying desperately to arrange into perfectly prioritized bullet points all of which are VERY IMPORTANT items to be addressed.

I can share that Jake and I had a really great couple days making our wedding invitations - which were officially mailed out today!!! (Hope you made the cut! ha! Just kidding).

I will post some photos and videos of the process in a few days (don't want to spoil the surprise for anyone just yet!).

So here I am just trying to stay afloat.

Ben and Becky are amazing and this story proves it!

you know what you know

You grow up knowing what you know and it's what you know....but then you realize that you know nothing at all.


I drove out to the suburbs tonight. I was invited to attend a Passover dinner with a friend. It was my first time. To a Passover dinner...not the suburbs.

The air smells so wide open there - I felt like I was on another planet. It is just so sprawling. The house was enormous and extravagant and the first floor was as big as my entire house. What do people do in those big houses?

As I drove home and exited on Snelling - I started to see the people. The homeless man with his sign, the hooded biker riding home, the men just hanging outside the bar on University. This is my home stretch I am only 6 blocks from where I fall asleep. It is compact and dirty and bright and loud....there are times of silence though when the sirens have stopped and the people have gone to sleep.

I missed Judy while I was gone. She was so excited to see me that her head smacked into my mouth and I might have a fat lip. It doesn't matter though. She loves me. Gracie tried to come over and play with Judy right before I left - she rings the doorbell in the front now, she used to just knock at the back - anyway, I tried telling her that I was leaving and that she could come over tomorrow.

She was so disappointed and Liam had no idea what was going on. She kept saying, "but my dad is in the kitchen" and "we just ate dinner and my dad is in the kitchen." She left with her head hung low, she was sad to go.


You grow up knowing what you know and it's what you know....but then you realize that you know nothing at all. Or something like that.

of course you do

I don't know what to do.

There are so many happy things to focus on.
Like, the dress fitting I had last night, the coffee talk I shared with Paige, the backyard play visits from Rosalynn and Violet.
But I just can't seem to figure out what to do.
I haven't posted in awhile because the words don't come.



That is such a cute outfit Anne, she says.
I smile and nod and think - who the hell cares about my outfit? You think my outfit is cute?!????!?! Of course you do.


I am starting to notice that I don't care at all....it is quickly slipping away. The caring I mean. The caring about what I did or didn't do or need to do or have to do.

I know this doesn't make any sense to you. I can't say what I really want to say just yet. Someday, I am optimistic.

All will be okay - I will head home this afternoon and pick up some food or not pick up some food and then get home and play with Judy as much as I can and then fall asleep and wait to dream the dreams you dream about.

What do I do?
I wait.

let me say

I don't know what to say.
I can't say much.

I am frustrated at work.
There I said it.

Let me say it again - I AM FRUSTRATED AT WORK.

More than anything I am disappointed and angry.
With this place, with these people, with the hypocrisy.

What do I do?
I don't know yet.
But I will not be silent.

cambridge, ma

A Revolutionary War cemetery that dates back to the 1600's that includes the graves of slaves, soldiers, past Harvard President's and other important men.