But, my wedding was featured on A Practical Wedding (you know, the place I spent most of my time reading during the planning process and now still.)

So, you should go read. It’s about not loving your wedding. And it’s awesome, if I do say so myself.

And, I promise to blog. Cross my heart and hope to die. K?

Give me another week, and I’ll be back on the ball.

<3

For now, I will leave you with this lovely song. I’m trying to convince Chet we should dance to this, as our first dance. It’s pretty.

If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine for me?

If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you love me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends.

Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear
Not a solitary thing would I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing’s end.

If I caught the world in an hourglass
Saddled up the moon so we could ride
Until the stars grew dim
Until…

One day you’ll meet a stranger
And all the noise is silenced in the room
You’ll feel that you’re close to some mystery.

In the moonlight when everything’s shadows
You’ll feel as if you’ve known her all your life
The world’s oldest lesson in history.

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends.

Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear
Not a solitary thing do I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing’s end

Oh if I caught the world in an hourglass
Saddled up the moon so we could ride
Until the stars grew dim
Until the time that time stands still
Until…

Please, please, please ignore the terrible video. I really hate music videos made from movie clips. Ugh.

Let it be said that this post will contain too much information. More than most anybody wants to know about anybody. So why am I posting it? Because I want to, and I’m not embarrassed too. So there. But, if you don’t want to know a lot of information about me, don’t read this. (That means you, dad.)








Okay. Seriously.








You’ve been warned.








My period is sporadic. It’s been this way for the past 2 years or so and that’s because of the hormonal birth control that I was on for 3 years. I eventually got an IUD, which I highly recommend, but my hormones were basically screwed from hell and back. I mean, I was like clockwork regular until I went on that birth control. Down to the hour regular. Ugh.

So, why am I writing about this?

Because I have been so nervous that I would get my period while we were at the wedding/honeymoon. I”m sure y’all who are reading this can imagine why this would be disappointing…. but you have no idea.

See, Chet and I live together. Shocker, right?

What I bet you didn’t know is that we gave up sex in May.

That’s even more of a shocker huh?  Yeah well, it started as joke, and then it became a challenge becuase no one thought we could do it.

Well, my friends, we have. We are 5 weeks out from the wedding, and we are still celibate.

Take that bitches.

So, this bring us to my period. I have been paranoid. I want to have sex. No, I mean really. Really, really, really, really.

Recently, though, my period has become a bit more regular, as in the past two months, I have gotten my period on the 7th. Which, hopefully, means I will have it on the 7th of November.

Which, for those who are dense, means aunt flo will not be chillin’ with us over the wedding and honeymoon.

**DOES THE HAPPY DANCE**

Phew. Who thought one could be so paranoid?

via: xkcd

Us minus an elliptical dish. (We won’t need it)

So, I’m not really even totally sure where I left off. I suppose it was about &’s, yes?

Yes.

Okay, so where are we now? Well, everything has basically become a crap shoot. Funny, as I am no longer in Texas, but I suppose that is how it goes.

Alright, alright. I’m being dramatic again. But we’ve had a couple of things go wrong. First, our band which was going to play the ceremony and then during the mingling time is no longer able to play. WHAAAA!? Well, apparently they have to march, at the only away game that they go to, which, is of course, that weekend.

So we went for plan B, asking our friend who plays in a string quartet to play for the wedding. He agreed, and then promptly remembered another commitment to which he could not back out of. To his credit, he diligently tried to get out of it, but it just wasn’t happening. He gave us the number to some friends of his, but couldn’t guarantee any prices for us — which is just terrifying.

Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. That is about the mode my brain has been on for the last few days. Okay, so see, our DJ also has a wedding package in which they’ll help us choose songs, set up, play and all of that glorious stuff. Only problem was that it adds an extra $395. And then add an extra $150 for the hour to play. When e-mailing out DJ, he very kindly bumped the price down to $475, since this is a completely unexpected expense. It really was kind of him.

We just don’t know where we’re getting the money from.

Also, we can’t locate our pastor who is to marry us. Sam, if you’re out there… please, for the love of God, contact me? k, thanks.

Oh, and invitations need to go out like, tomorrow if we want people to come. Apparently it’s good to have people show up when you’re putting on a wedding.

Ohno. ohnoohnohnohnohnohnohnohno.

Well, first problem: Polaroids are effing expensive. Like, really really expensive.
Second: Polaroid cameras are effing expensive. So, I moved on.

My next idea was to get a couple friends of ours to take the pictures, immediately print them out with a portable printer glue them in and let our guests sign away!
First problem: ummm who would want to miss our incredible ceremony to print them out?!
Second: printer ink for those printers is expensive (see a trend?)

Okay, well, tonight I went with my mom to a creative memories consultant*. And they have this thing called a Milestone Book. Now, the pages in a milestone book look like this:

Those are places where you get to slip in paper and photos. Okay, so is it starting to come together? No? Well, I shall continue on then.

And this is the paper.

Alright here’s what we’re going to do {imagine mission impossible music in the background now, please}: We’re going to get two or three friends to stand at the entrance to the ceremony. These friends will take pictures of the guests arriving however they may be arriving. Then, they (our friends) will dump those pictures at our ‘dump station’ (more on that later). When guests are seated, they will see the lovely paper pictured above at their seat. There will be some announcement or something telling them to use this to write their well wishes, words of wisdom, what have you on. As they leave, we will have a basket for them to stick the paper in.

Then, while Chet and I are honeymoonin’ it up, we will have the pictures printed and go through the best wishes etc. and stick them in the scrapbook. There will be room for extra photos, cards, and memories.

And I am totally stoked by all of this. This is the perfect balance, and it will make life easier, and more fun, in the long run. I think we may also use extra paper on a table for people to make predictions about us in 1 year, 5 years, 10, 15 & 20; like in 20 years y’all will ________________. That could be a lot of fun too.

What do you think?

*My mom is a huge scrapbooker. When I moved out, she turned my room into something all scrapbookers envy with walls of paper, cutters, books, designs… you name it, she probably has it.

We’ve picked a DJ and set a menu.
All paper is cut.
I’ve got about half of the invitations printed out and need to order envelopes.
I think my bridal party is all set pending any mishaps.
My bridal shower is next week.
My bachlorette party is the week after that.
And we’re almost 4 months out from the wedding.

These, are all things I need to write. And I will. Promise!!

Not doing a whole lot of wedding stuff this week. I started working again, and while I definitely have time too, I’m just not. I know, I know, bad idea.

This Saturday, we’re driving in to College Station/Huntsville to meet with our (hopefully) DJ, speaking with catering, hopefully cake testing, and maybe a concert. It’ll be good.

I am pleased, however, that I believe we have solved two conundrums that we were having.

First, about the rehearsal dinner. I bought Martha’s yesterday because it had pretty pictures, and I cannot resist pretty pictures. However, it also had a nugget of wisdom that I was pretty excited to find: For the rehearsal dinner, she suggested selecting a menu that you give to your guests. Duh!! So, I think we’re going to have a choice of 2 salads, 2 entrees, 2 desserts, and then a signature drink that they can order a limited number of. And then down at the bottom we’ll have something that says “should you like a different menu or different drink, please be advised that you will have to cover the difference of your meal”. That’s how we roll.

Second! Alcohol! We were going to put a cap on the drinks. See, we’re not serving liquor, we’re just doing beer and wine. And my dad, when we were asking for opinions, piped up with the brilliant! idea of using tickets. I know people have done this for parties and such, but I think it’s a great idea for multiple reasons.

1. Keeps costs down. I’m a bottom line kind of girl.
2. Keeps alcohol consumption down. Since we’re not having the reception in a hotel, everyone has to drive, and we can all see the potential for disaster here. But, with drink tickets, there isn’t as high of a chance.
3. Another DIY project!!

That’s what I’ve done. Maybe after this weekend I’ll have more fodder for ya.