Lucky readers! I'm in the blogging mood, so here goes. So since this will be my last post before Christmas, I decided to do a Christmas/Wedding entry. Actually, what you are about to read is part of my dad's Christmas gift because I'm a student and that's how it goes. So in one of my classes this last semester I was given the assignment to write a poem about "you". It had to be directly written to someone. So who better to write a poem to then my dad! Yay! I had no intentions of sharing this with anyone other then my professor, but lucky me! he decided to put it on the projector screen in front of the entire class! I was then told by my classmates that I MUST give this to my dad. Anyways, I entitled it:
Your Mustache
You wake me on this weekend morning,
as rays fight through the dusty blinds, whispering
"Today's the day--
my baby's getting married"
Memories flash like clock work,
flooding your heart, my heart, our heart.
As a newborn, I avoided you, your arms, your mustache
always loving mom the best,
but that's normal.
Combing my hair for Sunday School,
watching ringlets bounce, jump, swirl-- like me.
Teaching as Jesus taught:
morals, values, beliefs, and boys,
strung out, a clothesline of importance.
But your favourite, my favourite, our favourite: target practice!
Butterfly kisses, our goodnight ritual
Sending our bedtime prayers to sprinkle my dreams
like the angel on our Christmas tree.
Morning oatmeal with buttered toast,
just me, you, and A&W
Now, Dad, I love you
Your soul, your arms, your mustache.
I hope you enjoyed the poem even though there is only one line that has to do with Christmas. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
PS- Mom, don't forget to show this to Dad. That's kind of the point... :)
Just to warn you, nothing spectacular in this post. I just felt like updating my blog. So please, join me in wasting just a few moments of your life :)
So my bridesmaids and I have developed a few 'crafty' ideas for our programs. We are thinking (drum roll please) paint chips! Ok, so you are probably thinking "I just injured my knuckle on the table because she asked to do a drum roll... and that was the big surprise?!" Well, you are correct! I thinks it definitely creative and worth a shot. We just have to figure out how to get the words onto the paint chips... Hmmm
In other news, we may have had a break through in the matter of finding junior bridesmaid dresses! By collectively collaborating to reach a cunning compromise (too many c's, I get it), we may have found a possibility. It fits with my fun and whimsical theme, and I'm rather excited about it.
So that's about it for now. I'm hoping you are semi-glad you read this entry, but if you're not, I understand.
PS- (although this has nothing to do with the wedding) I saw the sneakiest wedgie pick today...
The deed is done! The dress has been found, everyone! So, here's the story seen through my eyes:
(2:00p.m. Thursday afternoon) I think, "Baahhh! Why am I still in class?! The sun is shining, the birdies are chirping, and there are dresses to be bought!" ... and so went the last twenty minutes of my class... sigh.
(3:25p.m. Thursday afternoon) My mom, my sis-in-law (Carly), and another bridesmaid (Anita) leave for the store even though the appointment is only at 4:00p.m., but hey, never hurts to look around.
The door clangs, and high school drama queens flood the store like crazed vultures fighting for the last piece of meat (meaning most expensive designer prom dress...typical). I wouldn't have minded if we decided at that very moment to turn our rears around and bee-line back to the car, but NO! I must face the facts and get it over with. I know, my attitude at first was a bit of a downer, but just wait, it gets better.
Alyssa, the consultant, greets us with her baby belly in tow (SO cute), and ask the typical questions: What do you like? Strapless? Lace? Beading? Tulle? My head begins to spin...A-line? Mermaid? Etc? Etc? At that moment, the only thing I could manage to pull out of the hat, "I don't like beading, spaghetti straps, and A-line skirts.... I think". Brilliant, I know. It's OK, you're allowed to laugh.
We begin to pull dress after dress after dress, and the dressing room grows smaller as the tulle and taffeta paint the walls a claustrophobic white... or ivory, off-white, whatever your prefer. Time to try them on.
The first one I chose was not even a contender. The second, not so sure either. Beautiful, lacey, mermaid with some slight beading on the sides. I must admit: I looked fabulous, but so not like the young, fun bride I wanted to be. OK, onto the third (drum roll please.....do it, you know you want to).
Everything about it was perfect, I mean NO QUESTION perfect. Exactly what I was looking for. Mom knew it. Carly and Anita knew it. Even Alyssa. I'm leaving it as a surprise to you because my fiance does read this, and there is no way he is getting any hints. Love you, dear! So there it was, but just to be sure, a few more dresses wouldn't hurt anybody.
Nothing compared. Some didn't even get zipped up before they were nixed. The decision was easy. I had said Yes! to the Dress
So as I reach into my purse for my camera, I grabbed my cell phone instead, only to notice that my maid of honor (Carissa) had texted me saying, "Have fun :) remember whichever one you like i like too" Well, if any of you have a heart, you know what comes next. Tears.
Good news, readers! I have finally booked the photographer I wanted! So, don't forget: a bride can always manage to get her way with a dash of stubbornness and a pinch of nagging :) Not to say I annoyed the poor guy, but I at least got him thinking about what's really important...my wedding vs. his friend's... just kidding! :P Well, I imagine you are all just DYING to know who the poor sucker is, so here's a link to his website: http://www.seeandbelieve.ca/ Enjoy!
In other news, I booked my first dress appointment today, and I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a scary thing. I've been told that a girl dreams about this day more than her actually wedding, but all I can think about is a monster made of tulle, organza, and lace, which ends up swallowing me whole as soon as I set foot into the store! This experience, I fear, will be the most daunting one. So wish me luck as I venture into a foreign world of satin unfamiliarity!
Hey! So I'm back with some good and some bad news. I would ask which one you prefer first, good or bad, but that doesn't really seem possible :P. So bad news (I like to finish upbeat): I'm struggling to get the photographer I want. I won't mention any names, but I've been contacting him over the last 2 months about booking him for the big day. However, he has a friend who is getting married in August, but she hasn't picked a day yet. Therefore, he won't book my wedding until he knows about theirs. He is just as frustrated as I am, as it is causing him business and me stress :(. And if any of you know Fort St. John, photographers are slim pickins. He is calling me with a list of other photographers tomorrow, but I have this fear that these guys won't be as good. And if there is one thing I won't comprise, it's my wedding photos. As you can see, I'm at a loss. So there's the bad news.
Good news! I have the officiant booked, as well as the church. I'm super excited about that because it's the church I grew up in and am a member of. Even though I have to decorate around burnt orange pews resembling the era of Madonna's prime, I think it will still be fabulous!
Also, I received great news that my friend is able to fly down in 2 weeks, along with my mother, to take me dress shopping! I have no idea what I want, but I'm willing to try almost anything... except an A-line ballgown with beading. I hate beading. No offence to Carly, your dress is the exception ;)
So, since this is my first blog, please forgive me for my ranting, raving, anger, and frustration. However, with wedding planning in the mix, those elements may be incorporated several times throughout the next 10 months.
So to give some information about myself, I have recently got engaged, as of 3 days ago. We aren't the traditional mushy, gushy couple, so the proposal was simple and fun. My fiance (that's fun to say) and I are living in the Lower Mainland, but the wedding will take place in Fort St. John, which, if you know your geography, is significantly far away on August 21, 2010. My parents are down for the weekend, so the planning is underway.
I have been planning this day for about the last 13 years, but I'm only 18. Go figure. So before the proposal, I thought I knew exactly what I wanted, BUT now I have no idea where to start. I guess I've got ten months, but from what I'm told that goes by rather quickly.
My mom is a genius when it comes to hosting events, decorating for them, and all in all, keeping me sane. My future in-laws are also incredibly helpful, and doing a great job of keeping me stress-free.... for now.
So anyways, on to my first overwhelming experience. My first day of shopping was yesterday, and to my dismay, much more chaotic then what I expected. Mind you, to the average person it wasn't wild at all, but my mind was turning approximately at 1,000,000 km/h. We were very successful in choosing what was priority, which turned out to be my mother's attire and invitation supplies. So I guess you could say, we are a bit unorganized for now, but hopefully, things will come together!!
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