But I don't wanna shower!

We've been having an interesting time of trying to include my fiancee's family (especially his mother) as they are a good 8 hours away.

I feel bad generally just bringing up wedding stuff with other people because I don't understand how they can really care unless it specifically affects them (their dress is late, they're allergic to chocolate, they have a deep fear of cardboard). So I do my best to not start talking about it until someone else brings it up.

As my mother's already gone off the deep end and made all the decorations for the ceremony I just wasn't sure what all my fiancee's mother could do. She went with us to look at a possible reception site but I could tell she wasn't really all that excited about it (whole nother long boring explanation).

Anyway, last night she calls saying she has this idea that we should go see them some weekend for a shower for her side of the family. That way they can do all their family traditions (no idea what this means), and all the rites and stuff (really getting scared now!) I still haven't really warmed to the idea of me having one shower (but as I planned one for my Best Friend she was gonna plan one for me) and now I suddenly might have to have two!

Besides I'd much rather get together with my friends and invade a gremlin infested land than have to sit through shower games where you have to go through people's purses and attack them with clothes pins.

I really need to find myself an invisibility cloak before any of these showers start.

It's a watershed moment!

You know I've never understood exactly what a watershed is supposed to be. Is it like a water closet outside?

Okay so I'm having an outhouse moment.

So we're going to go and look at the church and finalize some stuff tonight (thankfully I am working with some friends I have

watched get drunk so I got enough black mail I think we can get away with a lot) and then tomorrow with his parents who are visiting we're gonna go and check out the most likely reception hall.

It's almost eerie. Does this mean I actually have to get married? I have to go through with it all? I have to do the Chicken dollar dance?!!! (we're gonna cut down on time by making every dance

double up)

Hopefully I'll get over it all by tomorrow when I head home and then get to do more dress shopping (please dear God let her find something, anything. A potato sack would be fine at this point)!

On another note, I am rather proud of myself. I found a nice way to do that stupid RSVP card thing. Everyone kept pimping the idea of getting postcards because they have cheaper postage but the only invi

tes we found that we liked had those stupid little cards that were almost the price of the damn invitations themselves.

So I found myself some response postcards that were only $5 for 25 because I didn't even need to personalize them. I mean what's the point of having a nice looking RSVP card. In the end the guests should only have it long enough to fill it out. Maybe some cheaper looking ones will even encourage people to mail them in more. Or they'll just be used as coasters.

Anywho, here's the site I got them from.

Of the Earth-postcard response.

Here's some pictures

of the church

What if I don't want a damn florist?

You know it is about damn impossible to get any information about how to have silk flowers at your wedding.

Yes, I want to have some fake flowers. I guess that makes me as evil as someone who rips apart plants in their spare time, as uncouth as someone who wears a top hat to a ceiling fan convention, and well as cheap as Scrooge. But that's how I like it.

I never got the point of having real flowers. You pay through the nose (to appease said appendage), you're at the whim of mother nature (who let's face it, likes to send you to your room with no dinner when she's had a bit too much to drink), and you miss out on the joys of hot gluing your self and possibly your pet to a table.

So we've gone silk, it might be considered non traditional, or at least bat shit crazy, but then again that's who we are. (The fact that my entire floral budget is under $50 doesn't hurt either).

The Start of it all

Heaven help me, but I never really thought I would be getting married. 

Then I had to go off and meet someone who as my best friend put it "Is weird and you're weird so you're perfect for each other."

I'm the exact opposite of my sister, who craves constant attention and had her princess wedding crap planned from the day she was walking. Instead I would like to hide in dog houses, disappear in those clothing racks and just in general hold my hands up to my face assuming it meant no one could see me.

Now I'm thrown into the scariest idea ever. I'm the BRIDE, not a nice normal calm and simple noun like say cheese. No, I have to be something in giant capital letter (with possibly an exclamation point thrown in here and there too).

Anyway, after all this mad ramblings, I figured I'd try adding my two cents on trying to plan a wedding where we work to not only keep it simple and us but also use my amazing powers to make someone anyone else the center of attention.

I wonder if they make Camouflaged wedding dresses?