Picture a Day - Day 317

What was I doing almost a year ago today? Don't tell me, I'm sure I'll remember.

There was something about ghosts.And tons of candy the kids couldn't resist.
For some reason the Marx brothers were there.
As well as the Bride of Frankenstein, Bridezilla and the Bride of Chucky.
Oh and there was something about a giant hotdog made out of cake:Now I remember, a year ago (give or take a few days) I was busy getting married. Glad I got that cleared up or I'd have looked like quite the fool, and the October fool at that.Lest any of my new readers be confused I had a sort of Halloween wedding but not on Halloween (it was a tricky plan so we could be free to celebrate our anniversary one weekend and Halloween another, and we also had to plan around Big Red football. If you lived here you'd know why).The ceremony was held in a church where it was your pretty typical standard Methodist ceremony, oh but I walked down the aisle to the Imperial March and had no idea it was gonna happen til I was already walking (you can tell when I realize what I'm hearing when I break into giggles):
And my flower girl was 21 but otherwise a completely normal ceremony where nothing crazy happened. See:It was the reception where we were able to let our hair down and party (well stuff our hair into wigs and cover ourselves in makeup scars and the like). My Matron of Honor came as the Bride of Frankie and got to rewear her own wedding dress:
And you better believe that my close friends showing up in all white sure caused one heck of a tussle.But we worked it out by drawing on each others breasts:Oh yeah and my ring bearer was cookie monster. How many people can say they had a muppet from Sesame Street in their wedding? That many? Wow, well um it's still cool though:Then it was time for some Dinner and Dancing. My hubby (Groucho Marx) and I had actually worked on a little dance in our living room so we wouldn't be the boring old hold each other and sway back and forth dancers you see at a lot of weddings:
But we were upstaged by a couple of adorable 4 year olds.
One of which took it upon herself to sell off our favors for a buck and made $11 before someone caught her.And that's what I was doing about a year ago today.

Oh and then we went up to Minnesota and saw the headwaters of the Mississippi:And it's martial law there that you can't Honeymoon in North Central Minnesota without stopping to take a look at Paul Bunyon's Ass in Bemidji.But that was all on the honeymoon and no one ever cares about the honeymoon.

I hope you all enjoyed my quick little trip down memory lane, I know I did and am damn pleased we did our own thing as it provides some wild and crazy pictures that I can make up stories to each and every year.

I'm saving the reminiscing over the wild changes of the year for when my PAD ends, for now I'd like to just revel in how strange my husband and I really are when we put our minds to something.

One year down, 123 more to go (I'm optimistic we'll have figured out freezing people by then).

Dejavu

This past saturday was the wedding of my wedding coordinator and my organist (to each other, I didn't have to attend two weddings thank God). It was also held at the same church with the same minister using quite a bit of our decorations (which is really cool to see the different things that can be done with some silk flowers).

My guy and I were doing okay until we were called up to be in one of the professional pics. Then we both started getting Post Traumatic Stress Disorder; flashing back to flower arguments, who should wear what and why someone says so, why certain things must be done a certain way, and damn am I sick and tired of standing up having my picture taken.

Okay so maybe it wasn't as bad as that, but it is a bit unnerving to be standing back at the same place you were just two weeks ago watching someone else go through it all. But having just done the wedding experience I had a better idea of what the bride really wanted.

Which was in no particular order:

1. Tons of pictures. Pictures of everything from guestbook to the aisle decorations.
2. Tons of video. We did have some video at our wedding but it was an afterthought. I was so glued to the camera for them I could barely lift my right arm the next day (must invest in a tripod).
3. Just being as helpful for the bride as possible. Luckily I'm really good at this and just sort of know what has to be done regardless of the confusing orders brought on by stress (I now know that church like the back of my hand too).

But rather than listen to me babble on about how a newlywed makes the best "wedding gopher" I'll just show you some of the pictures from the wedding:

The gorgeous church, this time decked out with tulle but using our same pew bows and then she ripped up some of the flowers we had in vases to put in the tulle. It looked awesome.
The blushing bride talking to her photographer. I just love this picture, she looks so relaxed and excited.
The groom, calm and cool as always.

It was a fun time of trying to do our best of keeping him from seeing the bride. I think at least 10 times I would find him and tell him he either had to run off to another part of the church or stay right where he was. I should have just brought a blind fold.Does she look familiar? Yes that is my tall flower girl. It was her brother that was the one getting married. It's like the wedding version of Six degrees from Kevin Bacon.The table centerpieces at the reception.

It was such a simple but gorgeous piece. The best part, we didn't have to take them down at all. The woman the bride hired to make them does all the cleanup too.

The head table.

Let me tell ya this place for the reception was gorgeous. A beautiful wood lodge room, complete with a fireplace behind the newlyweds. The sun setting behind everyone was perfect too.

The bouquet toss.

I have to give my guy props for this picture. I was busy filming while he was taking pictures and is this not too perfect? And I'll soon post the story of my bouquet toss and why it's so entertaining (lets just say it involves two people in this picture).

Congrats you two. It was a gorgeous wedding, and it was lots of fun. Maybe we should start having dual anniversarys too.

I'm not really here

We just had a super secret photo shoot (well super secret in that we didn't tell everyone about it) with my good friend the tall Flower Girl and there were a few pictures I fell instantly in love with and had to share:
Okay, now we're off on our honeymoon, I swear.

Ta ta

It ROCKED!

It's all over, our apartment is trashed, we have gotten about 5 hours sleep this past week and nothing happened on time but all anyone kept telling us over and over "It was so much fun!" or "This isn't like any other wedding I've ever attended."

I have lots of fun pictures and surprises of the day to share later but for now here are some quick pictures.

Here's a picture of us in front of our Apartment's gazebo:We started kissing because of the sun. If you don't believe me check out the great squint I got going on:
But I know what you all really want to see, the costumes. Here's one of me, my MOH and my flower girl (the tall one):

And here are the guys. For those who don't know them it's from left to right: Harpo Marx, Chico Marx, and Groucho.


Finally, here is a quick picture I snapped that I think just symbolizes our wedding perfect. We had some nice traditional elements but we also covered those in a sticky fun sugary goo. Oh there are also spider webs cause um we like spider webs:Thanks to everyone for all the well wishes and comments. I can't wait to get back and wade through all your blogs to see what I missed.

Today's the day

In a few hours I'll be walking down the aisle.

I just want to say thanks to everyone who has offered up comments on this blog and even all those silent readers who have been entertained by my antics.

I doubt I would have lasted this long at blogging without all of you.

Here's hoping that my wedding works out as well as this:

The passing of the roast

My small group of college friends and I have a strange tradition.

Whenever someone gets married we give them a pot roast.

It was entertaining the first time one of us got hitched as we didn't have anyway to really keep it frozen so we stuck the meat in a shoebox filled with hotel ice then wrapped in a towel (but we had to get the towel back).

I'm sure you're all wondering where this tradition started (as well as all of my old roomie's family who got to watch the ice/shoe box debacle). Well we don't have a good story at all and it's pretty much my fault.

We were a bit naughty in college and loved to pick on each other (the number of times I had my towel stolen or had cold water dumped on me can only be matched by how often we'd steal each others whiteboard markers). We had a rather, um, we'll call it weird picture that got passed back and forth from room to room (I know where it is now hidden forever, back of picture frames are good for something).

In taping this first picture on the ceiling above my best friends bed my roomie and I got to talking about weddings. More specifically the wedding of the photo's character and a close friend of his and I just blurted out "Well if they do get married then I'll send them a pot roast."

Pause.

Pause.

Pause.

"Did you just say pot roast?"

"Uh yeah"

"I thought you were gonna say postcard."

"No, I said pot roast."

"Okay, why?"

Well I have no idea why. I still have no idea why, and I rather doubt I'll ever know why. But in my circle of friends it was the funniest thing ever (you probably had to be there) so now as each of us get married off we know that among all the towels, sheets, and place settings we're sure to receive a good hunk of meat.

The funniest thing of all? I don't really like pot roast.