Well, since it's exactly 6:20 am, and I'm up, I might as well blog, right?...please, disregarding all grammatical errors, it's early.
I had my final bridal shower on Wednesday! Yay! Over 30 ladies from the church came, which made it feel very...womanly. Haha I had no idea where I was going with that. Anyways, after opening over 20 gifts, I realized I have some much needed learning to do in the baking department. Don't get me wrong, I can bake...from a mix. Actually, that's not true, I make a mean chocolate chip cookie. But seriously, I got over SIX baking pans!! Meaning, "Hey Whitney! Get your butt in gear, and fatten up your future hubby!" Honestly people, how am I supposed to fill up SIX pans at the same time?! I'll be lucky if I use one! Not to say that I'm unappreciative, I just have no idea how to make use of all 6. The only thing I can think of is tearing down a whole rhubarb plant from my mother's garden and passing out rhubarb crisp to the entire community!
Any takers?
Ok, people, I'm done!...with planning that is! I'm giving up, and we're eloping! Yahoo! :D
Actually, it's true. Ryan and I already looked into a nice little...place...not too far from home that will suit this little adventure quite perfectly. But, obviously, the whole point of eloping is NOT to tell you the location of this said marriage spot. So I will leave it completely up to your imaginations.
See, this whole wedding planning this is turning into way too many man hours of tedious labour. Life would be much easier had I not been stuck in the house ironing 26 table overlays these pasts 2 weeks. Also, the cost of eloping....CHEAP!! So that's pretty much awesome.
...that picture is making me hungry, and I just got completely sidetracked. What was I talking about? Oh yeah! How excited I was about getting a teapot from Kirsten as our wedding gift.
See you guys at the wedding!
...betcha I totally had you reeling! I can just picture you coming up with persuasive arguments to keep me here. You can tell me anyway. It will probably help.
So courtesy of my awesome and gLeeky friend, Sarah, and her marvelous package that arrived a few days ago, I have decided it's time for another rap. So she made me a CD with a bunch of Glee soundtracks, one of them being Vanilla Ice's 'Ice Ice Baby'. That song has now been stuck in my head from about...37 hours, which made me think, "DUDE!! I should rap on my blog again". So there you have it folks. Grab those 80s shades, a baggy jersey, and an attitude. Same drill as last time: You must rap this OUT LOUD.
Yo, STOP!
Collaborate and listen!
Whit is back and she needs your attention
She needs your replies
Don't forget meal choice applies
Prime Rib or Chicken
Potato or Rice
Gotta choose what you're lickin'
Both are nice
So throw her an email, a text, or a call
She needs those replies
That includes all!
You don't got no more time
To squeeze this lime
So get to it, yo!
Won't cost you a dime!
...wait, I still want gifts
Check it.
Well, you've noticed that I've changed my blog, yet again. Not just because I'm ADD...but don't entirely discard that idea. Rather, because of my new outlook. Through euphoric lenses, that is.
People, I just don't care anymore! The wedding will come together, so if the lanterns fall on the pastor, we spill our unity sand, I stain my dress, and the cake flops, I just don't care. Maybe a little about the dress. I've got 47 more days until I tie the knot, and to me, that doesn't seem like enough time to balance stress and detail micromanagement. So I'll compromise. My goal: get MOST of the tedious list done before the wedding. I don't think my guests will notice if I'm missing 2 out of 7 paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling, or iridescent ribbon from my mother's wristlet.
I think this new attitude stemmed from too much ironing. Folks, I've ironed 150 8' chair sashes and only 2 table overlays in the last 3 days...and I'm still not even close to finishing. Please, understand.
Oh, I totally thought of a better one-liner for the previous post under the cake picture:
'The Biggest Loser called: they're sending repo men.'
