I like kids. Chet likes kids. However, we had not intended on kids coming to the wedding. There a multiple reasons for this, some being that we’re having the whole shebang in a historic building with historic, expensive, breakable things. We also felt that it’s hard to have an intimate ceremony when kids are running around and being kids.
Hear that: they are just being kids! We just didn’t particularly want that at our wedding.
Well, we were over-ruled. And, that’s okay I suppose. This was one of those things that it was easier just to say bring the kids and we’ll get over it.
So, now I am trying to figure out how to keep the kidlets occupied.
One bride posted some great pictures and ideas:
1. Cover their tables in butcher paper so they can color on the table.
2. Coloring books (to be used with colored pencils – must not ruin your dress!)
3. Fun stickers
4. Pipe cleaners
5. Puzzles
In exactly two months*, I will be Mrs. Something or Other (I’m not sure about this whole name things). So, in honor of this once-in-a-lifetime, momentous occasion, I decided to share with you some pictures that keep me sane during the wedding planning. These are also photos that are kind of an inspiration board to me, of what I want to be like on my wedding day.
This groom, is totally sticking his tongue out at his bride. Are you kidding me? This is uh-mazing. I would laugh my head off, and it would be so real for us.
I’m having a hard time caring about the little things at this point. Okay, that’s a blatant lie. However, rationally, I know that no wedding is perfect. And it is absolutely crazy, CRAZY!, for me to expect it to be. Come the day of, I will just be glad to be married to my love. And that is something that I cannot wait for.
*We may not be marrying. Chet just told me he’s never seen Karate Kid. Ugh.
The young couple first married on August 5, 1744, when Joseph was eight and Sarah six, and first ended their marriage six days later when Joseph refused to believe, to Sarah’s frustration, that the stars were silver nails in the sky, pinning up the black nightscape. They remarried four days later, when Joseph left a note under the door of Sarah’s parents’ house: I have considered everything you told me, and I do believe that the stars are silver nails.
They ended their marriage again a year later, when Joseph was nine and Sarah seven, over a quarrel about the nature of the bottom of the river bed. A week later, they were remarried, including this time in their vows that they should love each other until death, regardless of the existence of the riverbed, the temperature of the river bed’s bottom (should it exist), and the possible existence of starfish on the possibly existing riverbed.
They ended their marriage one hundred and twenty times throughout their lives and each time remarried with a longer list of vows. They were sixty and fifty-eight at their last marriage, only three weeks before Sarah died of heart failure and Joseph drowned himself in the bath. Their marriage contract still hangs over the door of the house they on-and-off shared-nailed to the top post and brushing against the welcome mat:
“It is with everlasting devotion that we, Joseph and Sarah L, reunite in the indestructible union of matrimony, promising love until death, with the understanding that the stars are silver nails in the sky, regardless of the existence of the bottom of the river, the temperature of this bottom (should it exist) and the possible existence of starfish on the possibly existing riverbed, overlooking what may or may not have been accidental grape juice spills, agreeing to forget that Joseph played sticks and balls with his friends when he promised he would help Sarah thread the needle for the quilt she was sewing, and that Sarah was supposed to give the quilt to Joseph, not his buddy, ignoring the simple fact that Joseph snores like a pig, and that Sarah is no great treat to sleep with either, letting slide certain tendencies of both parties to look too long at members of the opposite sex, not making a fuss over why Joseph is such a slob, leaving his clothes wherever he feels like taking them off, expecting Sarah to pick them up, clean them, and put them in their proper place as he should have, or why Sarah has to be such a pain about the smallest things, such as which way the toilet paper unrolls, or when dinner is five minutes later than she was planning, because, let’s face it, it’s Joseph who’s putting that paper on the roll and dinner on the table, disregarding whether the beet is a better vegetable than the cabbage, putting aside the problems of being fat-headed and chronically unreasonable, trying to erase the memory of a long since expired rose bush that a certain someone was supposed to remember to water when his wife was visiting family, accepting the compromise of the way we have been, the way we are, and the way we will likely be. May we live together in unwavering love and good health. Amen.”
I wish there was a way to incorporate this into our ceremony. It’s so lovely, and paints a much truer image of marriage, and love, and life as a couple together than most other readings do.
Despite no one really understanding it, Chet and I love ampersands. Don’t ask us why because you won’t receive an answer that you consider satisfactory.
Please just accept that we’re odd, and we love them. We love them so much that I have on tattooed behind my ear:
and Chet has one on his chest:
So anyway, I found these fabulous designs through Google images:
I’m loving these ampersands. Maybe when I go to have my tattoo touched up, I’ll switch it up some? I really like the first one and the last one.
Anyway, what led me to looking at ampersands was that one of my maids of honor (I’ll tell you about that later) left this image on my facebook.
See, she adores balloons. She loves making balloon animals and such. And we’ve talked about balloons in some form or fashion at the wedding… and this would be perfect. It won’t happen, and you can see why in the video on the website, but it is a lovely thought.
For example, there is a show on TLC called Cake Boss. I happened to stumble across it while working the other day, and lo and behold, one of the pieces to it was about a wedding cake.
And a bridezilla.
Now, I have been called a bridezilla. And, after seeing this, I call BS.. I am not a bridezilla.
Back to the story: this bride and her mother walk into the shop. The bride is surly looking and the mother is as giddy as can be. All the bride can do is sit there and pout and tell the guy that she wants a black cake with calla lilies — in her words “funeral”.
Buddy, the baker, tells them that he will make a cake that is 4 tiered, ivory, with draping and calla lilies.
The above was his creation. And boy was he proud of it. Though it’s not my style, I can appreciate the cake. It seems as if it took a long time to create and everything.
Well, Bridezilla comes into the bakery the day before the wedding because she wants to see the cake. He obliges.
She walks in and tells him how horrible it was. That it was dull with no color and just terrible. I mean, it was bad — she was horrid to him. He walks out to go take care of something else going on in the bakery, leaving her alone with the cake.
We all know where this is going, don’t we?
Well, she turns around to grab all the pretty colored icings and goes to town on this cake. You can see the result above.
Talk about going ballistic. Carlo was not pleased and kicked her ungrateful butt out of that bakery. Now, please remember that this was the night before her wedding day. He calls the mom, who was a good friend of the bakery, and tells her what happens. You can hear the mom on the other end crying and apologizing etc. She begs him to create another a cake saying she’ll pay him for both as well as the over time for the bakery, whatever it took.
He gave in! He said he would do it because he wanted “to be the better man”.
And boy did he create her a gorgeous cake! 5 tiered, with a quilted pattern and sugar flowers placed onto it.
Now, the show leads you to believe that she wouldn’t look at it and was just a total b**ch about all of it. The mother loved it.I don’t know what she is like in real life. I have no idea if it was scripted or whatever. All I know is that she looked like a tool on national television.
