Category: Holy Matrimony!


Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

This is my wedding dress.

It should be heirloomed in a box by now, but I can’t bring myself to do it.   I love my dress.  I spent so long waiting for it to arrive and then having it fitted multiple times to get it just right.  I just can’t imagine handing it over to be entombed in a cheezy box.

If only I could hang it on a mannequin and store it in a hermetically sealed glass chamber…kind of like the First Ladies Exhibit at the Smithsonian.

But I know I need to do it. I know I must come to terms with the heirlooming process. I know I must say goodbye.

I’m just not ready. Maybe I should find a support group.

We Do’d

Friday, December 4th, 2009

I was forewarned that after the wedding, I would cry and sink into post-wedding depression. 

Having so many months of time, toil and tears, I would be left with a huge void. 

When I awoke on Sunday morning, it hit me.  I was overcome by a sense of…


No more wedding planning meetings!  No more wedding task lists!  No more wedding stress!  No more wedding disaster worries!  No more anxiously reaching for the wedding planner binder!

Dan was worried that I’d stressed over so many details and taken on so many tasks that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the wedding.  Not at all.  Once I was dressed and ready for that aisle-walk, everything else was gravy. 

Sure, I could’ve insisted that they move the departing gift ( jalapeno pepper jelly) to a more prominent place.   I could’ve told guests there were tables outside overlooking the lake.   I could’ve made the venue move heinous furniture.  And maybe I could’ve sauntered over to my divorced parents’ table to ease the tensions…

But I didn’t care. 

Not that I didn’t care enough to want it perfect… my laissez-fairendipity was more like “Serisouly, am I really going to let that annoy me?”  Nothing was worth getting my Spanx in a bunch.

As a result, I have nothing but positive memories and a great hubs.  

Anyone know where to get a wedding planner binder bronzed?


Thursday, November 12th, 2009

Yesterday, I learned that not only does the flower girl love her dress so much that her parents had to chase her to take it off, but it fits perfectly. Whew!

Today, we finalized fleurs. I was supposed to get my trial do done, but my hairdresser got sick.

Tomorrow, I begin gently stalking family members and friends who haven’t RSVP’d.
Saturday, I have dress fitting and trial make-up run with MOB, MOH and BMSR (Bridesmaid Sarah R)

Sunday, I start arranging the seating chart in a manner that will reduce drama and avoid familial bloodshed. I may use the Risk gameboard as my model.

Monday, DAAAAN!!!

Tuesday, we have an appointment to finalize food and (crossing fingers) the DJ.

Wednesday, marriage license? (Dan’s schedule permitting)

Thursday, it’s off to the presses for programs, seating chart, yada yada

Friday, Dan’s off to New Orleans for bachelor party goodness; Me? NEW MOON!

Saturday, I begin panicking with one week left until the big day.

Okay, I’m going to stop before I start panicking now. 🙂

Weekend Warrior

Sunday, October 18th, 2009

No AKs were brandished this weekend.

Only a few evil glances and sharp words were exchanged at my first official bridal shower on Saturday.  Due to some intra-family conflict, attendance was lower than usual for my family shower.  It looks like our wedding RSVPs will have a few more “Declines with Regret” responses than anticipated.   It sucks because I’m a big fan of family get-togethers.  They’ve been on a sharp decline for the past couple of years, so I was hoping this wedding would at least be an excuse for a truce.  People get together for weddings and funerals right?  Wrong.   Oh well.  I’d rather have a drama-free wedding, so if that means some family members opt out, then so be it.

But enough of that.  The shower was great.  My aunts and cousins who hosted it made it good times.   There were no quirky games – just food, conversation and loot.    I told everyone how Dan’s handy – he cooks; he mows; he fixes toilets; he hems pants.  He’s basically one of those people with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge.  When he wants to learn something new, he does.  That’s one of the things I love most about him.  When I told Dan how I told the girls about his mad skillz, he said something like “Great.  So now they think I’m gay.”     Yeah, that’s him: my big gayance! 😉  Aye yie yie

After the shower, we met the future in-laws for Mexican food, followed by talking, drinking and rugrat bathing.  I lucked out in the in-law arena.  When I first walked into their home three years ago, I was greeted with “Beer or margarita?”  When I quietly explained I was on an alcohol-free diet regimen (South Beach Phase 1), Dan’s dad said “Ahh… How about wine?”    They’re  a fun family – it’s poor Dan who’s inheriting the whacky in-laws.  😉

Today was spent running errands, returning a Christmas tree and seeing the HMNS Terra Cotta Warrior exhibit.    We came home expecting to stuff wedding invitations.

Until we realized we didn’t have postage for the RSVP envelopes.

So if we told you invitations would go out Monday… make that Tuesday.

Can’t Stop Won’t Stop

Sunday, October 11th, 2009

Well, okay, the sheer fact that I’m writing this instead of addressing invitations means that I can stop. But I choose to call it a pause..

On Saturday, I met my mom for MOB dress shopping. She’d previously attempted to find a dress, so she wasn’t looking forward to more shopping. (I could relate) Luckily, the second dress she tried was perfect. We were in and out of the store in 30 minutes.

Then I went to get my do did. My hairdresser’s also styling my wedding coif, so he and I discussed potential scenarios. I have thin, do-nothing hair, so he’s asked me to come in from a practice appointment. He told me he doesn’t like doing them because the brides always bitch that their hair doesn’t look as good on the day of, but he felt he needed that extra time. He wants to see how long a curl will hold. I’ll slap a bag of popcorn in his microwave to see which loses steam first. I’m putting all my money on my hair.

After the do-didding, I ran to Macy’s for a cake brooch, Hob Lob for satin ribbon and various other stops for ceremony accessories. I wasn’t so successful with the accessories, but eh.

Today, we finalized tuxedo rental selections. We then ran Manor-related errands: grocery shopping and Garden Ridge Potterying. We are now the proud owners of a 9 foot tree. It’s tradition to put the tree up on Thanksgiving night. Last year, I pushed that up a few weeks knowing we’d be travelling for our friends’ Vegas wedding that holiday weekend. Now that we’re marrying the same weekend, I’m considering early tree decoration.

Do you think November 1st is too soon?